The most interesting thing this month has been the approaching holidays. Whenever I talk to home I hear stories of ice skating, sledding, and Christmas shopping. And a few weeks into December I expect nothing less. However, here things are looking very different.
Christmas carols I know and love are not overly played in stores, if played at all. Many of our songs in the US an in North America are about snow. It is summer here folks. We didn't have snow in the dead of 'winter' when I arrived, we certainly don't have snow now. I encourage you to search through songs and listen for the amount of cultural cues. That is what I have been raised on. Without snow, I don't feel like Christmas is coming.
It feels like 4th of July is heading up quick. But then I walk through that Prado to look at Christmas lights. No icicle lights or snow flakes. Simply stars and Christmas trees. Very weird.
However, being a missionary. The lack of snow and holiday cheer has brought be back to reality of what Christmas is all about for Christians. A tiny baby, wrapped in clothe, who lay in a manger. And for that --- I am grateful.
Touch some snow today. And think of me :)
Friday, December 12, 2008
3 Earth Quakes and my 2nd sleepless night
So heres the thing:
I am from Chicago. We do fire drills and we do tornando drills.
I remember my senior year in high school making fun of Nicki for saying she felt an earth quake in Island Lake. (Which there was one, but it was TINY!)
And so last night when I woke up to the first quake I thought I was dreaming. But the 2nd one shortly followed and I was nearly laughing at how ironic the situation was. I had NO IDEA what to do. Stay int he house? Leave the house? Bathroom? I live on the 2nd floor I did want to fall to the ground. But I was listening for Joann under me because I didnt want my apartment to fall into hers. Oh goodness.
Don't worry, everyone I know and love is perfectly safe. And I have been given instructions as to what to do.
I am from Chicago. We do fire drills and we do tornando drills.
I remember my senior year in high school making fun of Nicki for saying she felt an earth quake in Island Lake. (Which there was one, but it was TINY!)
And so last night when I woke up to the first quake I thought I was dreaming. But the 2nd one shortly followed and I was nearly laughing at how ironic the situation was. I had NO IDEA what to do. Stay int he house? Leave the house? Bathroom? I live on the 2nd floor I did want to fall to the ground. But I was listening for Joann under me because I didnt want my apartment to fall into hers. Oh goodness.
Don't worry, everyone I know and love is perfectly safe. And I have been given instructions as to what to do.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The realization that Sunday morning is still Saturday night for many
Recently I have really taken a liking to early morning runs. The sun is not to hot yet. The city is beginning to grumble. And I find myself up and at 'em early any way, why not take advantage of the fact that I am able to enjoy this time alone. I'm usually alone.
Monday through Friday mornings are quite uneventful. As I pass by the bars on the plaza I find the aroma of stale beer and cigarettes still in the air. Generally, this stikes a whole thought process for me about the tasks that still lie ahead for missionaries in this city. Which only seems to be the beginning. Eryn-May came with me this morning as I ran down the plaza toward the prado. We passed the bars as we usually do, only two stumble upon three men.
Now, don't worry, they were passed out drunk. And harmless. This is a new concept to me. Never in the city of Chicago would police allow men to passout outside a bar near the middle of the street. In fact, I find myself thinking that this action is likley illegal. My first thought CPR, Rescue breathing, and are they alive? The smell of beer quickly overwhelms me and I realize they are simply napping after a long evening.
Not quite sure why, but hours later, these men lay heavy on my heart. Several things come to mind. Where are their friends and family? Are they worried? Will they be okay? Will someone less kind come across their path? And goodness, what can we do?
Right now, I ask for prayer. Prayer for my heart and mind as I continue to digest things like this day in and day out. Prayer for these three men. That they are safe, find a warm meal this morning/afternoon, and that the Lord would move in the hearts and souls upon waking up in the street. And prayer for this city. May missionaries continue to feel called to be here and may the Lord continue to use imperfect servants to reach imperfect souls perfectly.
Monday through Friday mornings are quite uneventful. As I pass by the bars on the plaza I find the aroma of stale beer and cigarettes still in the air. Generally, this stikes a whole thought process for me about the tasks that still lie ahead for missionaries in this city. Which only seems to be the beginning. Eryn-May came with me this morning as I ran down the plaza toward the prado. We passed the bars as we usually do, only two stumble upon three men.
Now, don't worry, they were passed out drunk. And harmless. This is a new concept to me. Never in the city of Chicago would police allow men to passout outside a bar near the middle of the street. In fact, I find myself thinking that this action is likley illegal. My first thought CPR, Rescue breathing, and are they alive? The smell of beer quickly overwhelms me and I realize they are simply napping after a long evening.
Not quite sure why, but hours later, these men lay heavy on my heart. Several things come to mind. Where are their friends and family? Are they worried? Will they be okay? Will someone less kind come across their path? And goodness, what can we do?
Right now, I ask for prayer. Prayer for my heart and mind as I continue to digest things like this day in and day out. Prayer for these three men. That they are safe, find a warm meal this morning/afternoon, and that the Lord would move in the hearts and souls upon waking up in the street. And prayer for this city. May missionaries continue to feel called to be here and may the Lord continue to use imperfect servants to reach imperfect souls perfectly.
Paper Mache gets a wee bit messy.
Darina is in 6th grade and she makes me laugh. Usually very hard.
Rhadassa is in 3rd grade and speaks three languages.
Benji and Pablo love working together. They are in 2nd grade.
Third grade having a ball.
What was this teacher thinking?!With each of my classes this week we did paper mache. Although it was a bit messy, the children had a ball. I think its good for them to get a bit messy, to be creative, and to love doing it.
Sometimes I think I was born to do this.
Día del acción de gracias
My plate. Well, the first one.
Jenny needed to hold herself up after a great meal.
Me, Julie, and Jenny. We played sand volley ball, went swimming, and wore tank tops. Its hot in this country.
The Vargas'. Our hosts.
Eating.Thanksgiving!
Spending my first 'major holiday', as the mission field calls it, away from home was a bit tricky for me. I woke up feeling much more homesick than I imagined. Yet by dinner time with close friends, I felt more embraced than I imagined. There are a number of North American families here, but also a number of international families that have adopted this fun tradition of being Thankful.
We had great food and great fun with so many people.
What a blessing it was to be able to talk to a lot of my family that evening. It was wonderful to hear my little cousins growing up so quickly and so interested in this work that their cousin is doing. Very fun to hear that they look here at my blog and enjoy photos I send. It is always a joy to hear from my grandparents and of their life. And of course to my Aunt's and Uncle's who have very much kept me as strong here as I would have liked.
In morning devotionals I had everyone go around the room and say something they were thankful for. I am thankful that I am missed and that I have some people to miss. What a joy that is.
Spending my first 'major holiday', as the mission field calls it, away from home was a bit tricky for me. I woke up feeling much more homesick than I imagined. Yet by dinner time with close friends, I felt more embraced than I imagined. There are a number of North American families here, but also a number of international families that have adopted this fun tradition of being Thankful.
We had great food and great fun with so many people.
What a blessing it was to be able to talk to a lot of my family that evening. It was wonderful to hear my little cousins growing up so quickly and so interested in this work that their cousin is doing. Very fun to hear that they look here at my blog and enjoy photos I send. It is always a joy to hear from my grandparents and of their life. And of course to my Aunt's and Uncle's who have very much kept me as strong here as I would have liked.
In morning devotionals I had everyone go around the room and say something they were thankful for. I am thankful that I am missed and that I have some people to miss. What a joy that is.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Prayer for a dear friend
I would like to ask for prayer for my friend Virginia. A few weeks ago, her grandfather became unexpectantly ill. This weekend he passed away.
Having a loss at home for a young woman who is very close with her family, would be a struggle, but having to stay here is that much more difficult. May you pray for her family, for her mother in her loss of her father, and for Virginia herself. May the Lord guide her these next weeks as she struggles through this loss at a distance from her family.
I cannot imagine, nor would I chose to, to know the pain of dealing with loss from here. As these are our first years away from home, this is a young woman´s biggest fear. May God give her strength that she does not even realize. And courage to push on.
Thank you for your continued prayers for this community.
Having a loss at home for a young woman who is very close with her family, would be a struggle, but having to stay here is that much more difficult. May you pray for her family, for her mother in her loss of her father, and for Virginia herself. May the Lord guide her these next weeks as she struggles through this loss at a distance from her family.
I cannot imagine, nor would I chose to, to know the pain of dealing with loss from here. As these are our first years away from home, this is a young woman´s biggest fear. May God give her strength that she does not even realize. And courage to push on.
Thank you for your continued prayers for this community.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Enjoy some photos from Vacation!
I have a million and one photos from vacation but here are a few to get you started. It was beautiful, amazing, and an incredible experience without water or electricity. Good thing I have such a great friends.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Happy 6 Month Anniversary!
Where in the world has the time gone? (Stephanie and Andrea were correct, Time is flying)
After many Spanish classes, when I landed in Bolivia 6 months ago, I was unable to hold a meaningful conversation in Spanish. Speaking Spanish has been one of my biggest battles over the last 6 months.
I have learned that we all have different gifts and different abilities, but mine, I couldn't use because I could not speak Spanish. I could not speak to my orphans or to my students or to people on the street in the way that I wanted to. I wanted to love them and appreciate them in the way that I could in English. Gosh, how frustrating.
Recently, I have been able to spend a lot more time with Spanish speaking friends and I have seen such a drastic change in my ability to communicate. On Sunday Ezmay and I went out into the country (El Campo) to a village that is about an hour a way to visit a friend's church. What an incredible experience. We spent all morning and afternoon with our friends John, Johnny, and Ledi. It was not until we were on our way home that we realized that we spoke in Spanish all afternoon without skipping a beat. It was not always correct or even very pretty, but it was love and it was in Spanish. We were not holding two conversations or needing a translator. We were communicating. Something I had wanted since May 12th, the day I arrived.
However, let me end on a funny note. I have not perfected this language at all. I have so many stories of me thinking a word is one thing or meaning something else and being is understood. At dinner the other night I asked the waiter to pack up my food 'to go'. This is not always available, but it was here and I had some tasty food I wanted for lunch. Well long story short, my food went into the trash. Ha. When I asked him, in Spanish, what happened, he reply "No entiendo" (I did not understand) Oh what and evening.
Happy 6 months.
After many Spanish classes, when I landed in Bolivia 6 months ago, I was unable to hold a meaningful conversation in Spanish. Speaking Spanish has been one of my biggest battles over the last 6 months.
I have learned that we all have different gifts and different abilities, but mine, I couldn't use because I could not speak Spanish. I could not speak to my orphans or to my students or to people on the street in the way that I wanted to. I wanted to love them and appreciate them in the way that I could in English. Gosh, how frustrating.
Recently, I have been able to spend a lot more time with Spanish speaking friends and I have seen such a drastic change in my ability to communicate. On Sunday Ezmay and I went out into the country (El Campo) to a village that is about an hour a way to visit a friend's church. What an incredible experience. We spent all morning and afternoon with our friends John, Johnny, and Ledi. It was not until we were on our way home that we realized that we spoke in Spanish all afternoon without skipping a beat. It was not always correct or even very pretty, but it was love and it was in Spanish. We were not holding two conversations or needing a translator. We were communicating. Something I had wanted since May 12th, the day I arrived.
However, let me end on a funny note. I have not perfected this language at all. I have so many stories of me thinking a word is one thing or meaning something else and being is understood. At dinner the other night I asked the waiter to pack up my food 'to go'. This is not always available, but it was here and I had some tasty food I wanted for lunch. Well long story short, my food went into the trash. Ha. When I asked him, in Spanish, what happened, he reply "No entiendo" (I did not understand) Oh what and evening.
Happy 6 months.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Leaving again....
Today some friends and I are heading to the Salt Flats of Bolivia. If you get a chance look it up on Google or better yet Google Earth. It is absolutely beautiful and I can hardly wait to document some fun with friends.
Keep our travels in your thoughts and prayers.
I expect to return late on Thursday. With wonderful blogs and tons of photos! Be sure to check back :)
Keep our travels in your thoughts and prayers.
I expect to return late on Thursday. With wonderful blogs and tons of photos! Be sure to check back :)
CAMP! These photos are worth more than my words
I do not have favorites. But if I did..... Christian, Jed, David, and Will
Andy, Me, Virginia, and Tim. Often times wondering if we were loving camp more than the students
Camp.
What is camp without marshmellows?
CHICKEN FIGHTS!
Virginia (Miss Krukeburg) and I. We joined the students in a game of ghost in the graveyard. Needless to say, we were unable to be found. So perhaps were a little competitive.
Some of our 6th grade cabin girls rapping a little tune for us. My abdominal muscles are still sore from the amount of laughter that took place that night.
Everyone has to get through the force field... What are you going to do?
Campfire love.
Beautiful girls.
Isabella creating a friendship bracelet
Sardines!
Valentina, Carolina, and Paulina. Very sweet girls.
Blindfolded puzzle for teambuilding. Each team was given strict restrictions and a set amount of time to complete the puzzle. It was very challenging, but the teams did great!
Orlando doing what he can, without words, to guide is blind friend.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Three life changing letters
HIV
Ana Maria turned two years old on Saturday. The orphanage that she lives in here in Bolivia, Casa de Amor, threw her a grand birthday party.
Ana Maria is incredibly sweet and very loving.
Although we are all dieing, she may not make it to three. She has HIV. Which is what made this 2nd birthday a little extra special.
One of Ana Maria's friends stealing some food :)
Ana Maria in her birthday dress. Princess for the day.
Bolivia is the poorest country in South America. Yet, has the lowest rate of HIV in South America. Less than one percent of Bolivian adults have HIV (However, this number is a bit off with the understanding that much of the population is unreachable and untestable). These numbers are wonderfully low. Sadly, 3.5 percent of the street youth are HIV positive. The number is on the increase. With more and more youth contracting HIV the number of adults will likely also increase.
Bolivia is blessed to not have yet experienced the devastation that HIV/AIDS can take on a country. Ana Maria is so sweet.
Spend a few minutes in prayer about HIV/AIDS. Bolivia. US. Africa. Australia. An international prayer.
Ana Maria turned two years old on Saturday. The orphanage that she lives in here in Bolivia, Casa de Amor, threw her a grand birthday party.
Ana Maria is incredibly sweet and very loving.
Although we are all dieing, she may not make it to three. She has HIV. Which is what made this 2nd birthday a little extra special.
One of Ana Maria's friends stealing some food :)
Ana Maria in her birthday dress. Princess for the day.Bolivia is the poorest country in South America. Yet, has the lowest rate of HIV in South America. Less than one percent of Bolivian adults have HIV (However, this number is a bit off with the understanding that much of the population is unreachable and untestable). These numbers are wonderfully low. Sadly, 3.5 percent of the street youth are HIV positive. The number is on the increase. With more and more youth contracting HIV the number of adults will likely also increase.
Bolivia is blessed to not have yet experienced the devastation that HIV/AIDS can take on a country. Ana Maria is so sweet.
Spend a few minutes in prayer about HIV/AIDS. Bolivia. US. Africa. Australia. An international prayer.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Off to Camp!
This week at Carchipampa Christian School is CAMPS WEEK! Since the first day of school we, the teachers, have been planning camps for each of the grade levels. Something that is challenging in many ways, but also a wonderfully fun time. It has been a TON of work, but the week is here and I couldn't be more excited!
High School - The high school is split into two camps. One is going on a week long hiking trip. They are very excited. Pray for the 40 teens and 8 adults. We ask for prayer in safety and that everyone would seek and find growth along this trip. The second camp offered to high schoolers is Habitat for Humanity. Our high schoolers are building two homes in five days for local needy families. Again, we pray for safety in using equipment and for relational building. We pray for all of our high schoolers that they would build relationships with themselves, teachers, classmates, and of course our Father.
Elementary- We are broken up into three camps. Kinder and pre-kinder are having a bbq/swimming day on Friday. We pray for safety and a good time. It is very important for this age group to begin to build relationships together. The second camp is grades -1-3. Thursday night the students will camp out in tents here at the school. They will play games and have activities on Thursday and on Friday. They are all very excited about the campfire on Thursday night. We pray that these grades will adjust well to a night away from home and truly embrace the opportunity to spend time with friends. The final CCS camp is the one I'll be attending. Grades 4-6 will be going to a local campground. We leave Wednesday morning and will arrive back on Friday afternoon. While we are away we will be staying in cabins, listening to a speaker, playing games, team building, and enjoying some worship around the campfire. My prayer for camp is that things will go smoothly. Maybe not as planned, but a good time none the less.
For each of the camps, we pray for safety as the children greatly out number the staff. We pray for relational building and growth in many ways.
I'll be back on Friday with some fabulous photos I bet!
It is good to realize that if love and peace can prevail on earth, and if we can teach our children to honor nature's gifts, the joys and beauties of the outdoors will be here forever.
-Jimmy Carter
High School - The high school is split into two camps. One is going on a week long hiking trip. They are very excited. Pray for the 40 teens and 8 adults. We ask for prayer in safety and that everyone would seek and find growth along this trip. The second camp offered to high schoolers is Habitat for Humanity. Our high schoolers are building two homes in five days for local needy families. Again, we pray for safety in using equipment and for relational building. We pray for all of our high schoolers that they would build relationships with themselves, teachers, classmates, and of course our Father.
Elementary- We are broken up into three camps. Kinder and pre-kinder are having a bbq/swimming day on Friday. We pray for safety and a good time. It is very important for this age group to begin to build relationships together. The second camp is grades -1-3. Thursday night the students will camp out in tents here at the school. They will play games and have activities on Thursday and on Friday. They are all very excited about the campfire on Thursday night. We pray that these grades will adjust well to a night away from home and truly embrace the opportunity to spend time with friends. The final CCS camp is the one I'll be attending. Grades 4-6 will be going to a local campground. We leave Wednesday morning and will arrive back on Friday afternoon. While we are away we will be staying in cabins, listening to a speaker, playing games, team building, and enjoying some worship around the campfire. My prayer for camp is that things will go smoothly. Maybe not as planned, but a good time none the less.
For each of the camps, we pray for safety as the children greatly out number the staff. We pray for relational building and growth in many ways.
I'll be back on Friday with some fabulous photos I bet!
It is good to realize that if love and peace can prevail on earth, and if we can teach our children to honor nature's gifts, the joys and beauties of the outdoors will be here forever.
-Jimmy Carter
Bolivian Documentary
The other night I watched an incredible movie. I don't want to give away too much what it is about, but it was fantastic and I highly recommend viewing it. THE DEVILS MINER is about children miners who live in Potosi and work in one of the most dangerous mines in the world. Potosi is not far at all from where I live, thus making the film an interesting look for others into the world I live in.
The movie is in Spanish, but also has English subtitles. Try to get it, it will be well worth your time. If it can't be found in the states, please let me know and I'll mail a few copies home.
The movie is in Spanish, but also has English subtitles. Try to get it, it will be well worth your time. If it can't be found in the states, please let me know and I'll mail a few copies home.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Servant to the Servants
I've come across this concept before here in Bolivia. But not until recently did I really decide that this was my place in Bolivia.
No longer being a part of Iteams meant that I spend a lot less time at our Orphanages. Although this is sad on many fronts, I needed to find new ministries. God was calling me somewhere and I needed to find where. This story ends with me and God finding Carchipampa and being the Art and PE teacher. I couldn't be happier.
But those around me are less convinced. Recently, I have decided that the opinion of those around me matters much less than before. Esspecially here. I'm here away from my life not necessarily to have fun (Although I have found that to be an added bonus), I am here to be a servant. However, humanly, it is hard to ignore many of the things that are said. Along the lines of being "less of a missionary." No longer do I live in community, just one roomate. And we have Bolivian cable. How much of a missionary could I be? I teach in an English speaking school (Although for most of my students, English is their second or third language). How much of a missionary could I be?
However, I teach missionary children. Missionaries who are able to serve knowing that their children are being cared for and educated. Those missionaries would literally not be able to be here if their children were not able to be educated. It is as simple as that.
Normally, I do not use my blog to vent, but there are politics here -even on the mission field. Very interesting to me. Very unexpected. Good thing I'm just a servant & don't get caught up in that. :)
No longer being a part of Iteams meant that I spend a lot less time at our Orphanages. Although this is sad on many fronts, I needed to find new ministries. God was calling me somewhere and I needed to find where. This story ends with me and God finding Carchipampa and being the Art and PE teacher. I couldn't be happier.
But those around me are less convinced. Recently, I have decided that the opinion of those around me matters much less than before. Esspecially here. I'm here away from my life not necessarily to have fun (Although I have found that to be an added bonus), I am here to be a servant. However, humanly, it is hard to ignore many of the things that are said. Along the lines of being "less of a missionary." No longer do I live in community, just one roomate. And we have Bolivian cable. How much of a missionary could I be? I teach in an English speaking school (Although for most of my students, English is their second or third language). How much of a missionary could I be?
However, I teach missionary children. Missionaries who are able to serve knowing that their children are being cared for and educated. Those missionaries would literally not be able to be here if their children were not able to be educated. It is as simple as that.
Normally, I do not use my blog to vent, but there are politics here -even on the mission field. Very interesting to me. Very unexpected. Good thing I'm just a servant & don't get caught up in that. :)
Monday, October 20, 2008
Vivo Bolivia!
My room. Mid-day was a bit dark. You get the idea
Living room
Kitchen
View out our front door.As I settle into my new apartment with Rehanna, I thought you would enjoy some photos. Our new apartment is right now in the heart of Cochabamba. Very close to many friends, church, grocery store, and one of the main roads which makes catching public transportation very convienent. Thank you for the continued support.
New Address:
Mision Andina Evaugelica
Tiffany Du Mez
Cassilla 736
Cochabamba BOLIVIA
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Prayers for a dear friend
My friend Eryn-May found out recently that she has a severe intestinal infection. She is in an incredible amount of pain, nauseated, headaches, feverish, and a number of other quite unpleasant symptoms. We have been taking good care of her, but it is very difficult to be away from home and sick. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
Eryn-May is the 3rd grade teacher and Carchipampa and hoping to go back to school on Monday. After four days of bed rest she is feeling much better, but still quite sick. She also has not been eating very much, for obvious reasons, and is lacking in energy. Not the best combination for her very energetic 3rd graders.
Keep her health, and each of our well-beings, in your thoughts and prayers.
PICTURES of new apartment: tomorrow!
Eryn-May is the 3rd grade teacher and Carchipampa and hoping to go back to school on Monday. After four days of bed rest she is feeling much better, but still quite sick. She also has not been eating very much, for obvious reasons, and is lacking in energy. Not the best combination for her very energetic 3rd graders.
Keep her health, and each of our well-beings, in your thoughts and prayers.
PICTURES of new apartment: tomorrow!
Friday, October 17, 2008
My Schedule
Sunday: 8a Help set-up at church
10.15 Church
Relax J
Monday: 7.40a Morning staff devotionals
8.40 Planning Period
9.25 Help with 2nd Grade ESL reading
10.30 Help with Kinder and Pre-Kinder classes
11.15 Help with 3rd Grade reading and literacy groups
12.00 LUNCH
12.45 3rd Grade PE
1.30 4th Grade PE
2.15 3rd Grade ART
3.00 School is out! Usually home by 5p. I-Teams Bible study is in the evenings
Tuesday: 7.40a Devo’s
8.40 3rd Grade RLG
9.25 PreKinder and Kinder
10.30 Planning Period
11.15 6th Grade ART
12.00 Lunch
12.45 6th Grade PE
1.30 5th Grade PE
2.15 1st Grade PE
3.15 Staff Meeting
Wednesday: 7.40a Devo’s
8.40 High School Chapel
9.25 2nd Grade Reading
10.30 3rd Grade RLG
11.15 5th Grade PE
12.00 Lunch
12.45 Planning Period
1.30 6th Grade PE
2.15 2nd Grade PE
Usually I meet Katie at a local bakery and catch up. It’s a wonderful time that Katie and I chat and hardly find time to breathe. Then we head to Bible study together at the Johnsons’s.
Thursday: 7.40a Devo’s
8.40 Elementary Chapel (Each week one of the elementary classes prepares a skit for the rest of the elementary classes to share a message. Its adorable!)
9.25 3rd Grade RLG
10.30 PreK and Kinder
11.15 Planning period
12.00 Lunch
12.45 4th Grade PE
1.30 1st Grade PE
2.15 2nd Grade ART
Friday: 7.40a Devo’s
8.40 Planning period
9.25 PreKinder and Kinder
10.30 2nd Grade PE
11.15 3rd Grade PE
12.00 Lunch
12.45 4th Grade ART
1.30 5th Grade ART
2.15 1st Grade ART
4.30 Centro de Amistad (Friendship Center) A drop-in Center for street kids
7.00p Dinner with friends
Saturday:
Market
Grocery shopping
Laundry
Planning for week
Babywashing
10.15 Church
Relax J
Monday: 7.40a Morning staff devotionals
8.40 Planning Period
9.25 Help with 2nd Grade ESL reading
10.30 Help with Kinder and Pre-Kinder classes
11.15 Help with 3rd Grade reading and literacy groups
12.00 LUNCH
12.45 3rd Grade PE
1.30 4th Grade PE
2.15 3rd Grade ART
3.00 School is out! Usually home by 5p. I-Teams Bible study is in the evenings
Tuesday: 7.40a Devo’s
8.40 3rd Grade RLG
9.25 PreKinder and Kinder
10.30 Planning Period
11.15 6th Grade ART
12.00 Lunch
12.45 6th Grade PE
1.30 5th Grade PE
2.15 1st Grade PE
3.15 Staff Meeting
Wednesday: 7.40a Devo’s
8.40 High School Chapel
9.25 2nd Grade Reading
10.30 3rd Grade RLG
11.15 5th Grade PE
12.00 Lunch
12.45 Planning Period
1.30 6th Grade PE
2.15 2nd Grade PE
Usually I meet Katie at a local bakery and catch up. It’s a wonderful time that Katie and I chat and hardly find time to breathe. Then we head to Bible study together at the Johnsons’s.
Thursday: 7.40a Devo’s
8.40 Elementary Chapel (Each week one of the elementary classes prepares a skit for the rest of the elementary classes to share a message. Its adorable!)
9.25 3rd Grade RLG
10.30 PreK and Kinder
11.15 Planning period
12.00 Lunch
12.45 4th Grade PE
1.30 1st Grade PE
2.15 2nd Grade ART
Friday: 7.40a Devo’s
8.40 Planning period
9.25 PreKinder and Kinder
10.30 2nd Grade PE
11.15 3rd Grade PE
12.00 Lunch
12.45 4th Grade ART
1.30 5th Grade ART
2.15 1st Grade ART
4.30 Centro de Amistad (Friendship Center) A drop-in Center for street kids
7.00p Dinner with friends
Saturday:
Market
Grocery shopping
Laundry
Planning for week
Babywashing
Soy Profesora
Teaching at Carchipampa Christian School (CCS) has been a wonderful blessing. I have learned so much about myself and the community around me. Although my schedule looks different everyday, there is always something beautiful occuring around me.
Caleb
Nicholas
2nd grade ART. Each student created a watercolor impression and chalk impression of Van Gogh's Starry Night.
Fabiana and Isabella enjoying some free time in GYM
Caleb Nicholas 2nd grade ART. Each student created a watercolor impression and chalk impression of Van Gogh's Starry Night. Fabiana and Isabella enjoying some free time in GYM
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