March 16, 2007

  • So i go around telling everyone i like bolo de rolo (jelly roll) and don’t like chocolate. i didn’t really think it would be a big deal. EVERY DAY this week one of the kids brought some bolo de rolo for me. heaven. lovely. except then Amanda brought me the WHOLE roll. and then i sat down, read Princess Bride, and ate HALF of it in one sitting. and got sick. and so now…they keep bringing me more, and my stomach does a little dance of rejection every time i see it but my face must smile and appriciate it…funny.

    It is raining. Imagine a combie full of people. wet people. five in a row where three are supposed to fit. interesting smells float past my nose. and “You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt hits my ears on the radio. huh. life brings interesting moments.

    This week was the “School” theme. so we learned all these words like scissors and crayons and desk…and i had them make a book of things they liked about school. i have to admit i was secretly very thrilled to see little stick figure versions of me smiling back on the page…funny how the kids can capture a likeness–my black skirt, red polo shirt, ponytail, and glasses. Heitor got creative and said how he was going to draw me with a belly full of bolo de rolo. oh dear…i think i am going overdue this whole “bolo de rolo” phase thing. probably won’t like it for the rest of my life. would serve me right.

    Today i had the kids play teacher. Lorena is a natural. She actually took up 20 minutes teaching the other students their numbers…and the kids really learned! Rebeca said perfectly “What color is this?” and Carol tried to give hints when one of the kids didn’t know the answer–the same way i always used to help her out last year. grin. teaching is so rewarding. especially while i am staring at a three day weekend ahead of me. Monday is some holiday…the local saint in Carpina holiday…and i don’t feel guilty, sacreligious or anything to be happy for that dear old dead saint. so there.

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