Holidays

So I've been terribly delinquent with my blog. Sorry.

I had a good Christmas in Bangkok. I definitely missed my family, but I had about three days straight of Christmas parties, so I didn't feel lonely.

New Year's, I went up to Northern Thailand (Chang Mai, Chang Rai, and Mae Sai). I FINALLY rode on a elephant, went rafting, and went to some flower festivals. More than anything, it was a chance to get away from the pollution, heat, and chaos of Bangkok. I also met some really cool people, from a really cool organization, called YWAM. Internet is rough here right now. Check facebook for pictures.

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2nd grade story

Tears were shed in one of my classes.

One of the girls, let's call her Jen, is the most popular girl in the entire school. She's mixed (Western/Thai), so that automatically makes you more popular here. Plus, she's kind, socially and mentally intelligent, a great singer, and assertive. She has a bunch of lackey's that basically follow her around the school.

Anyhow, in class, I was going over the idea of ______has a _______. I would let the students fill in the blanks, then draw a picture of their sentence. One of the sentences they created was, "Jen has a pencil," and one of Jen's lackeys, Ploy, came up to draw a picture.

Well, this lackey happens to have a sense of humor, and started drawing Jen with big, buggy eyes. Jen gave a look of extreme perturbation. Ploy didn't notice, and moved straight to the mouth, where she drew a goofy smile and massive buckteeth. The fact that Jen's real face was now permanently buried in her forearms tipped me off that she wasn't in on the joke, so I told Ploy to stop, and quickly erased the HILARIOUS picture.

I changed the sentence to _____is in a_______ and asked for the another student to fill in the blank. Jen's most adoring lackey, Wan, quickly shot her hand up with "Ploy." When I asked for the next blank, she whirled around, shot a look of venom at Ploy, and said a word in Thai. I have no idea what it meant, but I don't think it was nice. I definitely didn't ask Wan to draw a picture of the sentence.

The rest of class, I could see the a look of regret in Ploy's eyes. She had dared to poke at the holy socially status of Queen Jen, and could sense the social scorn.

I taught a bit more, then worksheet time came along. Thankfully, Ploy and Jen are excellent students, so they whizzed through their worksheets. I walked over to Ploy and asked her how she felt about the picture she drew of Jen.(Thank God she spoke some English). She sorrowfully said that she thought it was just a joke, and informed me that she was sorry. She affirmed that she wanted to apologize to Jen, so I called Jen over. As Ploy apologized, her eyes welled up with cleansing tears, and she soon deteriorated to the point that she could only nod or shake her head.

I finished off the ritual by letting Melanie know that when she was sad, Ploy was sad. (I should have yelled at Wan, and made her apologize too, but that occurred to me too late.)

As I walked into school the next day, I saw Ploy and Jen playing together---all anger and sorrows forgotten---I love the transient sadness of little kids. In some ways the story shows how grown up they are. The seven year olds share kindred needs and insecurities with twenty-five year olds. But they forget their worries and animosities much quicker, and their spirit always drifts back towards joy.

Isaan

I recently went to Isaan, Thailand. Through New Song, I had met two sisters who had moved from a poor, remote village in Isaan to Bangkok in hopes of earning more money for their family. They had managed to find jobs, but their aging parents’ house was now decrepit, and in danger of collapsing. The house needed to be torn down and rebuilt. Though seemingly daunting, the house was dilapidated enough that tearing it down was easy, and Isaan “houses” are simple enough that they can be rebuilt in a few days. About twenty of us gathered a few tools, and made the ten hour journey to Isaan to take care of their parents.

The poverty in the remote village was just as stark as the poverty in Haiti. There was no running water or refrigeration. Children had only one or two pairs of clothes. Many children’s parents had died an early death, and I could see weary and pain in the eyes of the adults. But with the pains of poverty came the harmony of community. The lack of running water, refrigeration, and clothes were a trivial part of every day life. The children whose parents were gone had aunts, uncles, and grandparents who loved them like their own. Pain had wearied the adults in the community, but they still had the heart to come together as a community and help those in the direst need. To be able to help these people, and see their joy and thankfulness towards us was a thrill. I was blessed to be able to help them.

Live Update

So I will of COURSE finish my much anticipated "Into the Wild" series, with lots of pictures to boot. But, I figured I'd give you an update on what I'm doing RIGHT NOW.

Right now, I'm sitting on a beach in Railay---one of the most beautiful beaches in Krabi, Thailand. We got here yesterday afternoon, and spent the day relaxing at the beach. We found a nice restaurant with a view of the beach. We saw the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen seen----the whole sky just filled with different different shades of blue, pin and orange. The texture was the glistening I see in pictures of the Northern lights. All this was framed by the jungle-covered limestone cliff that jut out of the water around this later.

I'll post pictures later.

Today, I spent the morning playing at the beach, and then we chartered a longboat to take us on an island adventure. I snorkeled for the first time in my life. I was told it was "self-explanatory," and started out a little rough, trying to get used to the mask. Every time I went out under, I got a mouthful of salt water.....all this while furiously treading water with my flippers (I still wasn't accustomed to the ease with which you can use your flippers). It was especially frustrating because I kept catching glimpses of the clear water, and beautiful fish.

It took me about twenty minutes to master the art of floating on top of the water, with my eyes IN the water, and my snorkel OUT. I finally did though, and it was AMAZING. We snorkeled at two different coral reefs, and saw a ton of "tiger fish," colorful fish with tigerfish. I was also able to some mini-swordfish, and other fish you only see in fish tanks in the states.
What was especially amazing was the coral. It came in call shapes, colors, and sizes, with menacing, black sea urchins thrown in.

After snorkeling we relaxed on a tropical island. We were the only ones on the white and beach. Everywhere we turned deserved a picture. The water was five different shades of natural blue---the kind you can only appreciate in person--not through paintings and pictures. We were surrounded, at various distances, by limestone, cliffs, islands, and on the horizon, it seemed like mountains. Our guide brought us shrimp-green curry from the mainland. We watched the sunset, and were off to our final adventure: Phosphorescent swimming.

It was night, and our guide took us to a secluded corner of a limestone cliff. I thought it was a bit odd, as we drew near, that the waves from the boat appeared white. The white was from the luminous plankton. We leaped into the water, and and our jump created a splash of white. We glowed. Every movement we made created a white, glowing wave of white. We made snow angels in the water. We'd throw our hands out of the water, and their would be little, fleeting white dots. It was like we were creating millions of mini-fireflies. And sorry, but the camera couldn't capture ANY of this amazingness.

You will just have to come. After all, this whole snorkeling-deserted island-phosphorescent swimming- cost me a whopping $25 USD. So seriously. Come.

Into the wild, part 1

The first half of the school year has come to an end, which means........VACATION! My plan was basically divided into three parts: 1. Go to Laos to visit a sustainable coffee farm. 2. Go to Isaan Thailand, and tear down, then build a new house. 3. Beach.

Of course, the first step was actually leaving Bangkok. I was trying to work on law school applications, and figured I should get my ulcer taken care of before I went off on my own in the third world....

So Finally, at 10:30 PM, I got on the BTS (Sky train), hoping there would be a bus waiting for me at the bus station....that I thought was at the Mo Chit BTS station. As I walked around the BTS station, I soon realized that the bus station was not AT the Mo Chit stop. I didn't see any taxis around, and figured I would take a moto-cy. Midway through the longer than expected ride.

Usually moto-cy's disregard speed limits, stop-lights, the direction of traffic, sidewalks, and physics. Midway through this ride, I found myself thinking that this was an extra-exciting moto-cy ride. Then I remembered the 50 lb. bag I had on my back.

Since I am alive and writing this, you already know I survived the moto-cy ride. I also managed to catch both the bus and some z's, and got into Ubonratchathani (Thai border city with Laos) at 9:30 the next morning.

In Ubon, I met a very friendly Tuk-Tuk driver, who spoke a decent ammount of english....he showed me an internet cafe, good place to eat, then drove me to a Tesco so I could buy a jacket (I was told Laos might be cold). At the bus station i gave 25% more than the price he gave me....he then asked for a 50% increase....but it left a bit of a sour taste in my mouth after what had been a positive experience, but regardless--it wasn't much money, and I was off to Laos!

mosquito

So I've generally been pretty positive about Bangkok. After all, I'm a positive person. One of the downsides though, is the mosquitos. They're everywhere, and sneaky little buggers. I swear the bugs here are higher evolved than in the states. Both mosquitos and ants seem faster, and have these crazy, unpredictable patterns of movement that makes them hard to kill.

Oh yeah, and by everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. I have a room on the 3rd floor of an apartment complex. I never open the windows, and maybe walk outside on my "balcony," two or three times a week. And yes, I periodically see mosquitos in my room--my domain. And it's so frustrating...I just see this floating insect, and all of a sudden, it's gone, camoflauged among the many background colors my room provides.

I happen to have an egg-boiler in my room. It's rather small, and can fit about three eggs in it. I boiled some eggs in it, but left the lid off, and water in it for a couple of days.

You guessed it, I found a mosquito larvae IN MY egg-boiler. I'm declaring war on mosquitos, which makes me totally empathize with America's war on terrorists. You can kill so many, but they always seem to be even more. The buggers know how to hide too.

books

So I'm keeping it one post a day, but I didn't promise they'd all be exciting--I went to an english used bookstore that's about a ten minute walk from my apartment, so for my vacation, I'm reading "The Tempting of America" by Robert Bork. For people who enjoy legal reading (Not nearly tittilating as it sounds. The cover definitely gives it away:)


I'm also reading "Freakonomics," by Stephen Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner. So far tha'ts been a real interesting read----that's definitely more interesting to more people than the Bork book.

Salsa Dancing

So the other Saturday night I went salsa dancing with friends. This was a really good idea for me. Salsa dancing's pluses are that it can be cultured, beautiful, passionate, and just plain fun. It's negatives are that the DJ MIGHT play ranchero.....and it requires weird things like rhythm, beat, and coordination of the feet.

It was a good time though---even if I spent most of the time watching those who WERE very good practice their trade. Here are some pics

A very special drawing

Here is proof of how much my 2nd graders love me.



If you can't see the drawing, it's of two people who LOOK like women. One is smaller with lines emitting radially from the outline of the body, and the other looks like a witch.

Her very special notes (which are hard to read) say--"This is Chris," and "Chris, you are fat." Suffice to say, I was very proud of her english abilities.

She even made a point of pointing to the witchy looking lady and saying, "This is you." I don't exactly know why there are two drawings, or what the lines coming out of the first one is. (One of my co-workers kindly suggested it was odor.)

(And yeah, I get plenty of "I love Teacher Chris" but they aren't nearly as funny as this.)

Edit: I've decided that she wasn't satisfied with the hideousness of the first drawing, so she decided to draw a much-improved second)

postcards

If you want a postcard, give me your mailing address, and I'll send you one.

Oh, and as usual, I have been very delinquent in posts. But I have a goal:

1 blog per day through Friday, when I leave for Laos.

Confession

My faith is founded more on ideas than moments. I rest in the profoundly Christian ideas that evil will be transformed to good, that the highest calling is to die for another, and that man can only be fulfilled through emptying himself and being filled by God.

Unfortunately, as profound as these ideas are, I don't have the experiences to match. When I hear people talk about being a Christian, I usually hear about FEELINGS--especially feeling the presence of God. The number of times that ideas, thoughts about Christianity have really clicked and been meaningful are too many for me to count. But the FEELING of Christianity---the true sensation of the power of God, well, I only dream about it

The Lead up to the Moment

However, there is one moment that I cling to, that drives me in my aspiration to experience oneness with Christ. It was the spring break of 2008, on a mission trip to a long-term drug and alcohol rehab center. The differences between the group of college students who had been living the Baylor bubble, and a group addicts who had being living the streets appeared monumental. When people from such different come together, an inherent seperation exists, making impact difficult.

In light of this, in the weeks leading up to the departure, the leaders of the group challenged us to look within ourselves for our own addictions. They gave us a book that challenged us to believe that addicctions were not merely chemical, but rather attachments and habits, habits of living that impeded our walk with Christ. As we prepared to go, we met together, and prayed to discover what addictions we had that took away from Christ living in us.

I was convicted by the role laziness/sloth/apathy played in my life. Throughout my life, I had always sought ease and relaxation, be it TV, video games, magazines, or internet. I preferred it to work, and aggressively sought relaxation, much to the retardation of the growth of myself and my relationships. I began to make a concerted effort to leave sloth. The combination of a busy school schedule, confession of my sin to the group, and a lot of prayer-journaling allowed me to be "sloth free" for sixteen days leading up to our trip.

We spent the first days working on various projects around the center (building a wall, painting, putting up curtains). I was struck by the intense humility of all the men in the community. They had reached the lowest of lows, and there was no hiding who they were. They were drug addicts, incapable of solving their addiction on their own. They had given up on themselves and become BROKEN. Through this emptiness, they became full of God.

The Moment

The next day in chapel we had a chance to share who we were. I confessed my sin to them. Their addictions had been more publicly visable and chastised, but we all had profound imediments that prevented us from living like Christ. For the first time in my life, I was living in the light.

Everyone was living in the light, and loving each other. We didn't do anything extraordinary that week, but everything felt extraordinary. We were experiencing the power of God. After one chapel, I was so overcome with indescribable emotion that I just had to get away, and sit alone for a while. I had never experienced a soul-moving a experience before.

The last night we were there, the guys shared how much it meant to them that we had come there. One talked about the fact that it "brought tears to his eyes" that we paid money to go and visit them for our spring break. Others talked about how they had been a bit reluctant to see us come, but that after spending time with us, they were so greatful at having experienced our love, and that we had changed their lives. Another, who had been unable to interact with us said that just through watching us, "You taught me how to love." More than anything, they shared that they had seen the love of Jesus THROUGH us. To hear them say that, and to do that, was such a humbling experience. I had to kind of bask in thankfulness and brokenness before God, that he had allowed us to be a vessel of his love.

The End

That was it. I lived off the high of the experience for a week. I had been, "sloth free," for sixteen days before my arrival at the rehab center. I lasted only a few more weeks before I was back on the internet, filling myself with USELESS information. It seems almost every day I swear I will not waste hours doing worthless thingss, and every day, I fail again.

I'm left searching, hoping, praying to find or create a community of humility, openness and brokenness that I had in New York for those few days. I really don't know where to start. I know it involves brokenness before God, confession before man, and accountability and love from a community of fellow broken people.

It also goes full circle back to the habits of life. I am not comfortable confessing.

So I find refuge the pen. Maybe this is the beginning. I want to feel God again.

A pretty good day in the life of Chris the teacher

So today I decided to keep a sort of "running diary," of one day of school. It was a Monday, which meant it was a pretty easy day (No scheduled classes to start the day, only four classes all day).

At least, I thought I had four classes. A teacher who had been on vacation for a week called in "sick," so i taught sixth grade with the normal sixth grade teacher. (They like to have two teachers for every 40 students. This was the oldest group I had taught. (I teacher 2nd grade, 4th grade, and Kindergarten), but in contrast to the younger kids, they were gigglier than all get out. It was definitely still fun teaching them. They can understand much more of what I am saying, so it lets you connect on a higher level with them....interestingly, they also seemed a bit more eager for fun than the fourth graders---who are beginning to become sceptical about adults, but have not yet hit the age where a novel male triggers attention.

Other notes from the day, from my second grade classes:

A couple of weeks ago, I got a significant haircut--A friend of mine cut my hair with a razor, on "4." It got a bit shaggy (sticking up in the back, coming forward in the front), so after procrastinating, I went to a real barber, and figured I'd get it a little shorter. It turns out 3 at a barber shop is MUCH shorter than 4 from a friend. I definitely have a sort of "shaved" look going.

Anyways, when I walked into all my classes this morning, my hair set off laughter. The rest of this week, the girls have been coming up to me, putting their knuckles on their hair, and saying, "Bzzzzzzzzz." One of the better English speaking ones asked, "WHHYY you cut your HAIR?" I responded, "What you don't like it." --to which she said, "NOOO!!!!"

I introduced a new game, where students listened to me, as to whether to stand up or sit down. The trick was using hand motions to confuse them. The loved the game.

In my last class, when one student was doing something I DEFINITELY did not want them doing (I don't remember what it was), I said No, no, MAI CHAI (No, in Thai). As soon as I said "Mai Chai," the whole class gave me a standing ovation. (They also gave me another one later, when I said something in an "operatic" voice.)

I finished off the school day teaching conversation club to 4th graders. I gave them all a place and they had to act it out. They realllly enjoy performing---the classroom got pretty loud as they prepared their skits.

I finished off the day going to the gym, eating cashew chicken on rice, and spending too much time on the internet.

I Might post pictures later of my hair over the past 4 years.

Video of one of my 2nd graders

Here's a video of one of my 2nd graderswith her 3 year old sister. Whe was handing out these pieces of paper to everyone yesterday, so we could see her youtube clip. She's one of the smartest girls i have.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBxr2ZBJDNE

Sum up

So I've been really delinquent, as usual, in my blog posting--I should be doing more than once a month. Here's a summary of what I've been up to in the past two months.

I was able to start doing some volunteer work in July. I went with In Search of Sanuk (www.insearchofsanuk.com). The orphanage was beautiful. They have a ton of land--just not the resources to come even close to fully optimizing it capacity. We were able to stay in comfy beds (better than the concrete slab in my apartment), and it had AC (you learn to REALLY appreciate this in Bangkok).

Working with the kids was different than usual. Keep in mind, I have a lot of experience hanging out with kids--working at Adaptive Recreation Camp (Camp for disabled kids), volunteering for three years at Waco Center for Youth (Home for emotionally disturbed teens), and volunteering in Haiti (Yeah, technically I was building a school and working on at health clinic--but the majority of the time I was just playing with kids). And shoot, I spend almost 50 hours a week working with kids.

These kids were different than any kids I had seen before. They had a weird combination of inhibition and non chalance that I had never seen large scale, with kids before. When they saw us, they didn't seek interaction. Throughout the day, they were content to play among themselves, and go about their normal actions.

Don't get me wrong--we played with the kides on Saturday---they adored the arts and crafts Girl Chris brought, and they played a hybrid rugby-monkey in the middle-catch-wrestling game. (Bringing the football was definitely a great idea).

But you could tell something was missing, and Sunday morning really highlighted the difference. Some of the kids who go to church on the grounds of the orphanage hung out with us afterwards. Once they saw we we're down for "sanuk" with them, they immediately ENGAGED, asking for songs, enthusiastically playing games with us. I asked Dwight (who lead the trip) if they were orphans--and he said no---their parents had brought them to church.

So obviously, parents make a difference. Kids need love.

On the bright side--Sunday afternoon, we were able to take them to the beach at Pattaya. One at a time, I took some of the younger boys hostage, carried them out into the ocean on my back, and threw them around in the waves. Their squeals of joy were the highlight of the trip. I wasn't difference-making, but sometimes you have to be content with giving the temporary gift of happiness.

More pics from Cambodia

Cambodia

The swine flue is out in full force in BKK, and the height of the scare happened in Late June and early July. My school was cancelled for a week, and that dovetailed into the Buddhist holiday from July 6-8, so I had REALLY long break from class. A big group from Baylor decided to go to Cambodia to see Angkor Wat, considered THE wonder of Southeast Asia.

Getting there was an adventure. Instead of taking the quicker, air conditioned bus, we elected to take the slower and cheaper open-air train. We arrived at the train station at 4:30 in the morning to ensure that we got tickets. I had stayed up packing until 12 the night before, so was fantastically tired, and questioning whether we really needed to get to the train station an hour before leaving. It was definitely worth it. I was blessed to get an incredibly comfortable seat (-it was as if we were sitting in first class, as opposed to on the wooden benches) Not only that, but the train began to fill to capacity----and a large number of people had to stand in the hot, stuffy train for hours. The train got so packed that you had to part the sea of people to get out of your seat and walk through the car.

Getting to Siam Reap (Where Angkor Wat is located) proved even more adventurous. Cambodia is one of the poorest countries in the world, so when they see white people, they see dollar signs. I could write pages on the people doing anything they could to try to tap into us as a source of income. "Government buses" taking you to Siam Reap for cheap, only to a very specific, isolated hostel. Tuk-Tuks taking you to a "border crossing" out in the middle of no where, where the visa suspiciously costs twice what your guidebook says. People, ranging from amputees, to children, to new mothers, begging you for money anywhere that Westerners congregated.

Through all the wading through the scams, we were able to meet a really cool couple from Switzerland that were backpacking through Southeast Asia. We rented a tuk-tuk with them to tour Angkor Wat, watched the Wimbledon final, and they even came and visited us in Bangkok this Thursday (July 30) for the conclusion of their tourr. Now I REALLY want to visit Switzerland again.

Angkor Wat is like a zoo of temples. They were all very old, but they were also all very unique, some seemed to have become a part of the jungle, with massive trees growing inside of them. Others were many stories high, with steep staircases that made it feel like you were really CLIMBING stairs. Finally, Angkor Wat ITSELF (the big, famous temple) inspired awe through its sheer massiveness combined with impeccable upkeep. We finished off our tour of the temples watching the sunset at a temple on top of the mountains.

Cutest Second Grader in the World

The Cutest Second Grader in the World is about half the size of the other second grader. All her clothes seem are too long for her and when she sits down in the asian-child sized chairs, her feet do not touch the ground. Her eyes take up most of her face. However, the ultimate attribute is that she finds me phenomenally amusing.

All I have to do is look at The Cutest Second Grader in the World, and she just bursts into giggles. This can be problematic when I am trying to work with her on a worksheet, as instead of pronouncing the letter I am pointing to, she bursts into laughter. When I was down on the main grounds recently (as opposed to sitting in the office), eating a snack with the kids on our break, she would walk up to me, I would turn and look at her, and she and a friend would run, squealing away.

However, perhaps the most amusing incident happened a while ago while we were playing “run and hit,” where I write sounds on the board, call out a sound, and the kids race to hit the corresponding letter first. During this game, I called out an evidently VERY difficult word “D-I-D,” and all four of the students representing their teams failed in their responsibility to hit the corresponding word. This caused a significant amount of hilarity, since various members of the teams DID know the answer and all yelled it out at the same. This contributed more to the noise level than to actually helping their teammates find the correct answer. After the representatives from the team had all hit wrong answers multiple times, and showed no hope of hitting the correct one, I called an end to the round. No points for anyone.

The Cutest Second Grader in the World, happened to be one of the ones who knew the answer (This was PURE luck, she got about 9/24 on a recent listening test I gave). so she was quite upset that her teammate did not know the answer. This meant the opposing team member picked the wrong time to sass The Cutest Second Grader in the World (I have no idea what she said (obviously it was in Thai, but I’m positive it was something sassy.)

The Cutest Second Grader in the World pulled back her right arm and full-on slapped the girl in the face. My jaw dropped. I had not yet seen a slap by any of my second graders, yet alone one with the Cutest Second Grader in the World as its agent. I am not a very good disciplinarian, so I decided the best thing to do was to calm the WHOLE class down. I called the class to ATTENTION! And ordered the class all to take slow, deeeep, breaths. I took especial attention to see that The Cutest Second Grader in the World was following my instructions. She was not. Instead, she maintained a fierce scowl on her facce This worried me, since I did not want to see any more violence in my classroom, or even for The Cutest Second Grader in the World to leave class upset.

I continued to demonstrate deep breaths to the class—opening my mouth wide, raising my chest, and then letting my whole posture fall, when all of a sudden The Cutest Second Grader in the World burst into laughter—not any product of my deep breaths, but rather the amusement of seeing me take deep breaths.

My students are definitely the highlight of my job. Lesson planning, pressure, and a few coworkers all add stress, but the students who you can see enjoy your lessons and you make it worth my time.

I've found a really cool church in Bangkok called New Song. You can look them up online. They have service every Saturday night, and a really cool bible study on wednesday nights. Among the ex-pats and they have a tight mix of English teachers, and missionaries to the slums and prostitutes. About half the church is native Thai's---so it's a really cool mix.

I've lost ten pounds and counting--I got a free gym membership until July (I've been using it)---and should join a gym with a couple of my buddies for the month of July. I just don't know if I'm going to be able to get enough protein here in Bangkok to stay over even 210.

My school has closed due to swine flu scares. I don't know if or how many people have had swine flu, but I get a four day vacation, which melts into the preplanned vacation from July 6-8. Pretty sweet.

A couple of weeks ago, my boss asked me to sub for a kindergarten class. I wasn't exactly sure what to do, but he made me a lesson plan teaching them colors and stuff, and I can always use the money, so I went for it. I got their, and the kids looked waaaayyy younger than my 2nd graders. I introduced myself and asked them what their names were, and they just stared at me. This would be a theme for most of the class. I tried the alphabet song "Heads, shoulders, knees, and toes," and "the wheels on the bus," and "simon says," without the Simon. My record was getting maybe 2 out of 12 students to participate for about ten percent of the activity. The mainly just wanted to stare at me. One little guy just really wanted to walk underneath my legs. I swore I would never teach kindergarteners again. So when my boss called me this Thursday to sub for a kindergarten class, I naturally said--Yes. I have a hard time saying "no."

It turns out the firs kindergarden class I taught was K. 1--which means they were probably 3 and 4 year olds. The kids I taught this time were at least a wopping 5 years old. It went a lot better. They might not have been able to sing along to Old Mcdonald and the wheels on the bus--but they were totally down with oinking like a pig, and throwing their arms "round and round." And EVERYONE could "put their right arm in, and shake it all about."

I gotta run now--we're gonna try to check out some more of Bangkok today. Next time I'll tell you about the cutest 2nd grader ever.

Here's something I wrote June 9th. Computer difficulties prevent me from posting more now, but I will try to soon.

I have been teaching 2nd grade girls phonics on my own for two weeks now. They spent the first 3 weeks on the short “a” sound. We spent the last two weeks on the short “i” sound. This week we are doing a much-needed review of the short “a” and “i.” They enjoy coloring, playing Simon-says, and slapping my butt. They do not particularly enjoy sounding out words with the aforementioned short vowels in them, but I have high hopes for the short “o.”

Adjusting to a new city and job had worn us all down a bit, so everyone from Baylor needed the stress reliever that the tropical island of Koh Samet provided so well. We rented a couple “beach houses” about a 55 second walk from the beach for a little less than ten dollars per person, per night. The water there was a bright blue, and it was the warmest ocean water I had ever felt. It actually felt a bit cooler than Bangkok, but that’s not saying too much. (Today it was in the 90’s in Bangkok, and I can’t even imagine what the humidity level is.)

The seven of us who are contracted with Systems have all pretty much settled in two our new apartment, which is incredibly small---think small dorm room size---no kitchen or living room, but it does have a bathroom. The very bright side is that it is RIGHT next to the sky train, which is the best transportation to all of Bangkok, and also has a bevy of street vendors right outside our back door. I have fruit smoothies every night, and am trying the various omelet, rice and noodle dishes the different vendors have to offer.

The people here are friendly, the shopping centers are MASSIVE, and the taxi drivers don’t speak English.

I’ll post later this week about my experience subbing for a kindergarten teacher. It turns out there is a big difference between kindergarten and second grade.

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galveston

I just got back from a short mission trip to Galveston. About 30 of us went down from Church Under The Bridge. We helped to build houses that were torn down from the hurricane of last summer. Were able to get an old lady back into the house just in time, as she was getting kicked out of her temporary living situation. We also worked at other houses (I was actually on the "demolition" team that helped to tear out the walls and ceilings of a house that had been damaged by mold. We almost completely finished that--now he just needs to rebuild it)

It was very good for me for two glaring reasons: The first, and most obvious is that I was able to serve, and make a difference in someone's life. More importantly, however, I got to get to know the wonderful people of my church better. I'm a introverted and busy person, and that has prevented me from connecting my fellow attenders at Church Under the Bridge as much as I would like. Through this trip, I able to begin to establish more relationships, become a more important part of the Church Under the Bridge community.

I also was introduced to some pretty cool chapters of Isaiah: 57-58.

Ruler

From Chesterton's "Orthodoxy": "If the great paradox of Christianity means anything, it means this--that we must take the crown in our hands, and go hunting in dry places and dark corners of the earth until we find the one man who feels himself unfit to wear it....we must crown the much more exceptional man who knows he can't [rule]"

This is why democracy in America is soooo messed up. Bunch of rich, power-hungry narcissists.

Two Additional Important stories from Haiti

The first comes from the short time I worked in the clinic. Since I am entirely devoid of any medical skills, they put me in the pharmacy, where I had the complex job of counting pills, and finding medicine. While I was working/waiting for work, three girls wandered to the back window of the pharmacy. I found them more interesting than the medicine, so I interacted with them some--taking pictures of them, letting them take pictures, and letting them write things in my notebook. I started getting hungry however, and took out a protein bar and started eating it. The girls stared hungrily at my food, and made it very clear that they wanted food. I had some trail mix in my bag, so I gave each of them some.

Game over.

There was no more happy interaction, or desire to play with the camera or notebook. They continued to ask for "pistache, pistache." I had reminded them that they were hungry, and more importantly, that I might give them food. I had to do the hardest thing--not give them food. I refused to make them, and eventually the rest of their friends, beggars. As desperately as I wanted to get rid of my trail mix, I could not become the man who gave them food. (I later entrusted the bag of trail mix to the host, to use as he saw fit)

My second story contrasts with this. Jim is a businessman who, with his wife, Sharon went on this trip with us. He and is wife came three years ago, and have become dedicated to the cause of helping the beautiful children of Haiti. In addition to raising money for the children of Haiti, he and his wife have sponsored at least two children. (Sponsoring covers the cost of going to school, and ensuring they are able to eat while they attend school)

The highlight of my trip might have been seeing the exchange of joy between the them and their two "adopted" Haitian children. Upon their first meeting there was as much or more jubilation as I had ever seen. They were able to see each other throughout the week, and each time was filled with happiness. Even the little things like gifts of english workbooks, bracelets, and time, were permeated with joy. The small ammount of money they spend to send them to school and feed them is really a priceless gift of love, for both. Indeed, I believe Jim and Sharon were even more blessed than their children.

If you would like to go healthy, and replace soda with water and love for a Haitian child, you can send a check for $200 per child to Church Under the Bridge (who helps sponsor a school in Haiti)

P.O.Box 323
Waco, TX 76703

Memo: Haiti school

Jim and his wife work to keep sponsors updated on the progress of their children through e-mail, and you can potentially even visit the children in Haiti. We work through Jackson Nelson, a native Haitian, who is in charge of World Hunger: Haiti, and he has room to fit large groups.

Feel free to contact me if you have any questions about this, and I can put you in touch with the right people.

Haiti

My time in Haiti was wild. From sleeping in airports, to filling perscriptions, to being "stranded" in Cap-haitian, and needing to be driven to a bank by a haitian driver, to seeing "The citadel," to escewing the croweded inside of the bus-truck for its roof, to eating fish whole, to bartering, it was an adventure---but I suspect I would wear out most with the entire story--so here's a very condensed version.

The church service we attended the Sunday after we arrived was the highlight of the trip for many of us. The church building was basically a large warehouse. Their only decorations were long paper cut-outs that were draped across the ceiling of the church. They WERE fortunate enough to have generators, so they were able to have a microphone, keyboard and drums for their songs---which were beautiful. I have never heard songs sung with such passion and strength. I don't think too many of them were particularly adept at hitting the precise tune, but that didn't matter at all. The joy in the voices made the quality unimportant. They finished off the service with a perfectly executed song-and-dance by the kids--in english. I doubt they knew what they were singing, but they performed with all their hearts.

The joy I saw at the church service was not confined to a building, and defined my experience in Haiti. The threshold for happiness was so much lower in Haiti. A soccer ball and a jump rope were priceless gifts. Sticks, buckets, and metal objects were sufficient to creat a joyful "street band."

The other important things I remember from Haiti, in the order they pop in my mind:

1. The joy of simplicity: no cell phones, computers, video games, TV's, allows you to live at peace, and focus on what really matters--what is truly fulfilling, and fosters creativity

2. The joy of living in a community of driven people dedicated to God.

3. The fact that we lived in America made us seem comparably like millionairres, and therefore celebrities. (People would mingle around where we were just to look at us--kids especially were especially friendly--everyone hoped you would be generous us to give something from your wealth to help their poverty)

4. The beauty of the sky and stars when there is no electricity in the area

5. The fact that I get along better, and meet people better in foreign countries than in the United States---for some reason, I assume they are friendler--making myself more friendly. (When I walked through Ferrier, I would greet just about everyone, especially the kids, with a smile and "Bonjour," or "Bonsoir," and they would almost always respond in kind--this also lead to some interesting conversations, and my favorite nickname ever "Papa Gran")

6. Their joy in the face of hunger: Their ability to divorce their stomachs from their hearts.

7. My doubts in the church of America, that will spend so much on church buildings and administration, instead of on the hungry, especially the widow and the orphans.

8. That kids are a blast to play with, and give me energy.

9. Haiti is a beautiful country.

10. Seeing an albino child scarred and burned from the sun---then--right before we left--seeing another albino blessed enough to have a job at an airport. (We left clothes and sun screen for the albino child.)