Commuters, Unite!

No matter where you live or what your job is, one common thread is uniting us all is the daily commute to and from work. When living in New Jersey, my commute would start at 5:45 a.m. and would often be accompanied by as extra large styrofoam cup of Dunkin Donuts hazelnut coffee, cream and sugar. It included driving above 60 miles per hour, several lane changes and stop lights. The average morning trip would take about a half an hour by car and I often felt tired before I even got out of the car.

I am still working, still teaching...but in a different environment all together. I do still have a commute to work, but I make that trip on foot instead of a car. Instead of a half hour, my trip totals about five minutes door to door. Instead of stoplights and lane changes, I navigate slippery sidewalks and towering topes (speed bumps made of bricks). Instead of feeling tired, I often feel invigorated and ready for the day after my morning walk to school. One of the few similarities is that I am still accompanied by a cup of coffee, but alas, not Dunkin Donuts!

Let me take you on my commute, from the door of my room at the Casa Grande to the door of my classroom at Lincoln School. For those of you far away, this will help you picture a little piece of my day, of my

Mexico.

Most days I leave my bedroom weighed down by my teacher tote about 7:15 a.m. (a vast difference

compared to my New Jersey days). I make sure the curtains and windows are open so that when I return my room is not an oven and on the way out the door I stop to pour myself the mug of coffee previously mentioned. I will often refill my water bottle with purified water

before I head to school as well, as I used half of it to brush my teeth. The water here is perfectly fine to shower in or wash dishes but a little sketchy for teeth brushing or for drinking directly from the tap.

On the way out the door I am greeted by a beautiful bird of paradise bush, but most mornings I can't see it because it's dark outside! By the

time school starts at 8:00 the sun is rising above the mountains outside of Guadalajara, but it's still dark on my way to school. I walk down a long brick pathway to our front gate. Most homes in our neighborhood of Las Fuentes (The Fountains) have wrought iron gates or concrete walls surrounding their yards. Mexico is quite different in comparison to the United States, where front yards are in full view of all who drive by. Many things are gated, walled or fenced in here. There have been many times that I catch glimpses of perfectly manicured, lush and plush yards and gardens when gates are open, but these are just momentary glimpses. The idea of 'keeping up with the Jones' has no real resonance here.

My first step outside of our gate is quite different than that of our pathway. The sidewalks here are notoriously slippery, sketchy and quite dangerous. A friend at church told me that she can spot a Mexican anywhere...they arethe people walking with their eyes on the ground to make sure they don't fall! On my way to school there is a particularly dangerous spot where tree roots have ripped the sidewalk to shreds and falls are almost bound to happen. I will often save my dressy shoes for once I arrive at school for this very reason, or more honestly, just don't wear them at all. The terrain is unforgiving!

Let's imagine that the morning you're walking with me, it rained the night before. And when I say rain, I mean torrential downpour! It's currently the rainy season here in Mexico, and that means at least once a day (or quite often during the night) there is a HUGE thunder, lightning and rain storm that soaks the ground and floods the cobblestone streets in Las Fuentes. My morning commute usually includes a few wet steps as I navigate the topes across the main street in our neighborhood. The topes are often the only dry part of the street if it is still flooded, which is quite amazing considering they are about two to three inches above the level of the street. It's kind of cool to watch cars almost float through the streets and then emerge when they drive over the topes. There have also been many cars that never do emerge! I as thinking seriously of bringing Nigel, my MINI Cooper down to Mexico for my second year, but when I saw a similar model car get lodged on top of a tope after a rainstorm I forgot about that idea!

There is a tequila factory headquarters across the street from our school and I will often see the guards

for the headquarters standing on our side of the street discussing important matters with other guards.

They will always receive a slight smile and a quiet 'Buen dia' from me. These are the guys that you want on

your side if something goes down! They are each armed with large guns with a round of ammunition around

their waist. I know what you're thinking...and I thought the same thing when I first got here.

But now that I'm used to seeing guys with huge guns on a daily basis, they make me feel safer than

more in danger. Can anyone say cultural adaptation?

Speaking of culture, Lincoln School fits right in with Mexican culture. The

school has a large, white gate surrounding it and facing the sidewalk. To enter

the school during the day, you must talk to the gatekeeper and then be buzzed

in and given a pass. Students also enter through this front gate in the morning.

They are greeted by the head of school and the disciplinarian. He checks to see

that students are following dress code procedures and if they are not, students are sent directly home

with their parents. He also gives them a squirt of hand sanitizer as they walk in. This is VERY Mexican

(since the swine flu scare) and gigantic bottles of hand gel can be found everywhere,

from restuarants to the cinema. My kids are addicted to the stuff, and if I let them, would take showers in it.

I can not enter through this gate, and walk a bit further down the sidewalk to the Teacher's Entrance,

a gate that I have the key for and is where I can make quick getaways to Starbucks without anyone seeing

me as well. After I enter the Teacher Gate, I walk across the patio (or as us North Americans would say,

the basketball court) to the main office. I scan my finger to start my day and then it's back across the patio

to my classroom, 5A2. I unlock padlock on the door and often open my classroom door to find a few

cockroaches have come to visit me during the night. It's a great way to start the day!

What's your commute like?

Since when does shopping mean black and blue bruises?

This week is the Bicentennial celebration of Mexico's independence and I have been enjoying a five day holiday weekend. It has been lovely to have time to do some of the things that I've been putting off since coming to Mexico, as well as simply resting! One of those things was going to Tonala, a town about 40 minutes east of Guadalajara by bus. I have heard tales of shopping glory from others; stories of wonder that included handmade pottery for pennies, pewter for paltry amounts and jewelry to make others jealous. For me, Tonala was my own Mexican Mecca.

On Thursdays and Sundays Tonala becomes a tianguis, a vast open air market, with gorgeous, authentic Mexican pottery and knock-off Ray-Ban sunglasses being sold directly next to each other on makeshift tables. The salespeople at this market sit on low stools under tarps

strung for shade. They call to you as youwalk by and are ready to pounce if you happen to stop for a second look or touch any of their wares. Your name is 'jovenes' (young one) no matter how old you are. You might be covered in sweat, dust and have mascara running down your face, but they will tell you the necklace you're trying on makes you look 'muy bonita, muy bonita'. Many of them look as if they have sat in that very corner o

f the market their entire lives, the sun and wind etching their faces. Most have a large styrofoam cup filled with one of the augas that are sold throughout the market, including horchata, lim

on or jamaica. These cold and often intensely sweet drinks are a cheap and refreshing link to sanity in the hot and hazy tianguis world.

As a shopper, there is little time for contemplation. As you stop to admire a set of pottery, hoards of adults, children and other sales people with carts laden down with merchandise are continuing to move down the small corridor between the stalls. The first and most important question you as a shopper must ask is, ¿Cuánto cuesta esto? (How much does this cost?). There are no price tags, no price scanners and certainly no end of the season sales. There are many repeats in this open air market... yo

u will see similar merchandise up and down the street. Your job as a sh

opper is to find the best quality example and get the best price. My biggest draw to Tonala was the ability to buy beautiful Mexican things at normal Mexican prices...many of the other tianguis I have been to cater to 'tourists' and will charge you an 'Americana' price. White skin = mucho dinero. While in Tonala, when I would ask the price for something, my first reaction was to declare, ¿La verdad? (Really? The truth?). I couldn't believe the amazing prices I paid for beautiful things!

There was a price to pay for my bargain hunting. I arrived home with a backpack and three other bags full. I also came home more thirsty, weary and bone tired than I've been in awhile. While I was taking a shower I realized that I have some big, bad black and blue bruises up and down my legs from battling the crowds. For the rest of the day I dealt with sore legs and a spinning head. But I was victorious! I have beautiful pottery and Christmas presents for my familia...and spent about $75 U.S. dollars. La verdad!

There's a first time for everything. Is there a second?

While I realize that it's been about a year since I wrote my last post, I've been inspired to start writing again. If you know me at all, or keep in touch with me you'll realize that this is my currently my second year in Mexico teaching fifth grade. I more than survived my first year, and felt directly called by God to return for a second school year. Last year was an incredible year of change for me, as I was living and teaching in a new country.

Last year was a year of firsts...first airplane trip alone, first year not just visiting another country but living there, first year teaching at another school other than King's, first year teaching at a bilingual school, first year living in a country where English is not the native tongue. I experienced many things for the first time last year as well...first live mariachi band, first taco other than from Taco Bell (my life is forever changed), first fresh mango, first time swimming in the Pacific Ocean, first time choreographing a dance number for my class to perform in front of the entire school, first time putting on a sleepover for the girls in my class, first time going to a water park with fifth graders (not to mention first time allowing my students see me in a bathing suit).

Because of these various 'first time' experiences, I have changed incredibly. Mexican culture has taken it's toll on me, and I'm different for life! Instead of being five or ten minutes early for appointments or lunch with friends, I'm five, ten, fifteen or twenty minutes late! Instead of staying at school until 7 or 8 in the evening, I leave at 3:30 everyday. I leave with a small pile of grading to do and some planning in a small tote bag instead of using the rolling box with wheels to drag as many teacher's manuals as I can home for the evening. I change my bulletin boards three times a year. Honestly. I eat lunch at 11, comida at 4 and cena at 8. While I was home I at McDonald's only once, and after the meal I felt like I was going to die. I can't eat cucumbers without lime and chili. No tortilla in the U.S. will ever, EVER compare to fresh in Mexico. I won't ever turn on a tap of clean water in the U.S. without being grateful. I've learned how to ignore whistles, catcalls and various English words thrown out by Mexican men standing on the street because I'm white. I've learned what it feels like to stick out like a sore thumb, to be stared at by everyone around you, and how not to get upset by it. I can survive without watching TV for months at a time, shopping for new clothes for almost a year at a time and driving a car for the same amount of time. Things that were central to my life are now trivial, things that were trivial are now what my life centers on.

This past year of firsts has been indeed life changing. What about the second year?

Time will only tell.

Am I Nervous or is just the Activia?

Today is the eve of my flight to Guadalajara and the start of my new job and life in Mexico. On any 'day before' a big change I often feel nervous, have moments of extreme emotion, give my family more hugs and am more demonstrative, and just generally feel out of sorts. Today is no exception! It all started last night...

I had dinner with my grandmother last night after a lovely day of togetherness with my family. She, in the course of our conversation mentioned President Obama's visit to Guadalajara and mentioned off-handedly that she worried it was because of the violence that occurred there. For whatever reason, after months and months of strength and peace, I sat down from cutting a piece of raspberry pie and broke down in a torrent of tears. The fear, worry, feelings of loneliness and homesickness I feared...all of it came to the surface. After prayer with my mother, a good discussion with my father I felt at peace again. But Satan had struck a chord and took my largest fear, sleeplessness, and used it. I had an awful night's sleep and woke up with even more feelings of fear.

The first thing I did this morning was sit and read the book of James. A friend who taught in China for three years gave me the verses in chapter 4 that speak that how our lives are just a mist. What hit me was this 'If it is God's will, we will live to do this and that'. IF IT IS GOD's WILL. My life, my contentment, my peace, is dependent on my relationship with Christ and whether or not I am seeking His will. Whether or not I have my favorite coffee mug or bulletin board supplies are not what my contentment is based on. Contentment is not based on circumstances, but on how much I am seeking Christ. What a big, but critical thing to realize!

Today has been positive, because I am leaning on Christ. I have had peace, feel ready to get on the plane tomorrow and feel confident in the protection of my Heavenly Father. I am still hugging my family more often than usual. I feel a little out of sorts (though I think it may be partly because I ate three Activia this morning). But I'm gaining my contentment from Christ.

Sappy Sentimentalist No Longer.

Today I turned in my keys and closed my classroom door for the last time. I felt no remorse, no sadness or even the heavy sense of nostalgia that normally comes as I close a chapter in my life. I am a sentimentalist to my marrow and love keeping flowers given to me pressed in the pages of my Bible or notes from old friends in my desk drawers. I cling to good memories and comfortable places and have an aversion to change. Not so now! Today I tried to stop and evoke some semblance of this feeling as I hurried out the door... nothing came. I feel an excitement about the upcoming challenges of living and teaching far from the familiar and a growing sense of strength and resolve about the troubles I might face. 

All I can say is this...It is not me, but Thee! Only God could be taking this shy, introverted girl from New Jersey and transplanting her to another country. Only God could be giving me this sense of peace, trust and comfort. Only God could be keeping the fears, worries and lies of the Devil at bay in my mind and spirit. I pray for continued growth in this area, continued strength in my convictions and beliefs and time to commune with God and grow in wisdom (oh, do I need to grow in wisdom!). Would you pray these things along with me?

''Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am" -Phil. 4:13

3 years (33,000 cups of coffee) down(ed)

It has been three years since I started this mission to teach fifth grade at King's, and on the first day I was given a lovely leather journal from the head of school. I think it was supposed to be where we could write prayer requests and then journal to see how God answered our prayers. I turned it into the catch all, my place to write lists, to write my conversations with God, to paste the little notes of encouragement  from fellow teachers and students and to literally scream on paper about the things I couldn't verbalize my first year teaching. This (now worn) leather book was in many ways my link to sanity, and a past life when I had the time to write, reflect and process my thoughts and feelings. If you've known me for any length of time, you'll know I'm in the habit of keeping a journal and have done this on and off since third grade. My early journals had entries like 'We had macaroni and cheese for dinner tonight' or 'I like Jeff an awful lot!', but as of late they have been a chance to reflect on the work that God does in and through me on a regular basis. 

Recently, I came to the last pages of the leather journal. As I sat there and reread all of my heart's yearnings, I realized how much I have truly changed in the past three years, and how faithful God has been in granting me grace and wisdom. It was then that I decided to make a list of all the things that God has done in this short time, and I want to share that list with you. 

-My confidence as a teacher has really grown. I am no longer living in Carol Orr's (the previous teacher) notes, or in her shadow. I've forged my own way, and through God's grace learned how to respond to situations. 

-I am finishing up graduate school. I would have never dreamed of doing something like this my first year of teaching. 

-I'm teaching fifth grade on my own, with no partner teacher, though I do miss the excellent support Diane Massey gave me last year and Jack Savidge my first year. 

-I've had two student teachers (!!), soon to be three. This is humbling, and a true testament to God, coming from the girl who cried during her own first student teaching observation. 

-I don't have the great struggle with classroom management that I had during student teaching. 

-I don't cry on the way to school, or on the way home like I used to. Or when I graded papers, like I used to. Or when I did lesson plans, like I used to. Or at my desk at school every day after school, like I did my whole first year. 

-I can call Terri Maines, Jen Lusk and Mary Borzell by their first names! (But Mrs. E. is still a struggle. Give me three more years at least!)

-I don't accidently ignore people when they call me Miss Beaver. (I still cringe a little every time.)

-I enjoy talking to administrators, instead of peeing my pants the whole time. 

-Calling parents has gotten much, much easier, though I doubt I'll ever enjoy it. 

-I actually ENJOY teaching math, and pull from many textbooks and resources to support my lessons. (Never thought I would say that...I abhor math!)

-I don't stay at school until 7 or 8 every night on a daily basis, and I have evenings during the week that I actually enjoy myself!

Lord, 

Thank you for your wisdom, grace and strength in my life these past years. Your provision of this humbling job is truly awe inspiring. Jehovah Jirah! 

my first big leap

For the past two years I have felt a steady leading from God to consider teaching in a foreign country. This realization started during my missions trip to Peru. I wrote the following in my journal as we left Peru; ‘We just got on the plane and I feel a sinking feeling like I just left home. The mountains are pink and purple and all is gorgeous. Lord, are you telling me something? What a beautiful city, what a beautiful people. I’ve spoken lightly of teaching in another country and now I feel like it could happen, and I wouldn’t mind. God, please take these feelings and thoughts and allow me to process them Your way. I strongly feel that my cultural differences, my struggles were the same as these men and women. God, allow me to keep this broad point of view for as long as possible’. This trip, this moment was where I felt the calling of God to go.

In November, I began to take steps of faith in this direction. While at the ACSI convention, I attended a seminar about teaching overseas. As the speaker listed the requirements for such applicants, I felt as if she was speaking directly about me. I met and far exceeded the requirements (which mainly included being single and having no debt!). I was contacted by multiple interested schools after posting my resume on the ACSI website and I applied to and was accepted by one school in Quito, Ecuador. The position they offered to me was something similar to  Minister of Spiritual Life at my current school. I knew that I would not be content in that position and would desperately miss the classroom. The process, especially because I am applying to schools overseas, was a time consuming process, and by February, I felt that I would be at King’s another year. It was at that point that Bethany Topham made me aware of Lincoln School in Guadalajara, Mexico. She, through her graduate studies, became friends with the Elementary Principal and had only marvelous things to say about the school. 

Throughout this process, I have asked God to be abundantly clear in His direction and His will for my life. When I applied to and was accepted at this school for as a fifth grade classroom teacher (my love and my passion), I took it as such. Each day, since accepting this position, I have felt confirmation and peace about the steps I’ve taken. I am not worry free, or innocently unaware of the culture or challenges Mexico is facing at this time. I do know that I am  walking by faith, and that with faith comes obstacles. Those obstacles are what draw us into a deeper relationship with the Lord, and this is what I seek first and foremost. As I follow God’s direction, I have peace about His plan and protection.