After midterms, several of us teachers took our international students on a field trip to the pumpkin patch last week. We inspected the animals, navigated a corn maze and ate donuts and drank cider.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The Lord directs our steps, even when Mapquest doesn't.
Julie, Betsy and I drove to Canada last weekend to attend our friend Layne's wedding.
My directional style differs from that of my sisters. I sometimes like adventures that other people define as "lost." My sisters prefer I confine my adventures to Michigan when they're not riding with me.
I did print directions before we left. But, I did not examine them in detail. Mapquest couldn't find the exact location, but I figure that once we got close enough we'd figure it out. Also, I forgot which were the directions to the ceremony site and which were to the reception site.
We ended up touring country lanes in Ontario. We drove past the Tim Horton farm. The weather was lovely and the scenery with peaceful, while the climate in the car was growing a little stuffy and stressful.
So, I prayed a simple prayer asking the Lord to show us where to go and to help us in our sisterly interactions.
Minutes later, on a country road in the middle of nowhere we ran into the bride and groom. The groom was strumming the guitar. They were posing on what usually was a deserted road but on Sunday afternoon was, as a couple out for a stroll in the country described it, more like Piccadilly circus.
The groom pointed us in the right direction, and fifteen minutes later we arrived at the ceremony site.
My sisters vowed to print their own set of directions next time we set out on an adventure.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
|Photo by Betsy Cook|
A door opened.
A week ago, Julie and I signed the final papers to purchase a three bedroom, 1900 era farmhouse three miles from our parents' homestead. The house actually has four doors--one which blows open in the wind after I think I have it shut and locked.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
More than one person commented on the eclectic combination of people at our family's annual hay ride. Over a hundred people showed up for the event, which included pressing apple cider, dipping caramel apples, roasting hot dogs, sharing a potluck dinner, and, of course, riding on a real hay wagon (though we actually sat on straw bales). We had church friends, work friends, school friends, neighbor friends, and friends of friends. We even hosted a photojournalist student who is working on a counter-cultural project.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Every name has a story.
It's the story of someone, usually a loving relative, looking down at a baby's face and choosing words filled with meaning, hopes and ambitions.
Wednesday I read some of those stories. I asked my students to write 8-10 sentences using simple present and past tense to explain the meaning and history of their name.
All of my students completed the assignment and all of them earned full credit.
What's more, I loved reading their submissions. I learned that "Al" is a definite article like "the" in Arabic. One student's last name means mayor, because his ancestor was the mayor of the town. Another student's name means "sweet" and was chosen by his older siblings. Another student wrote about how his parents chose his name with the hope that he would be successful in life.
In a few short, and often grammatically incorrect sentences, I witnessed words become sentences and sentences become a paragraph that conveyed meaning. I watched my students write a real story in English. Their story.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
|Amanda and Amy studying while camping at Lazy T Ranch. Photo by David Byler.|
Last summer Amanda and I stopped by the university. A brand new health building was added beside the education building after we graduated. We decided to go inside and snoop.
As we were walking toward the buildings, I told Amanda, "We are not signing up for classes."
One year later Amanda is pursuing her master's degree as a nurse practitioner and I am teaching at the university.