Hideout Needed

On my first trip to Ethiopia, we stayed at a little resort on Lake Langano. This resort was located at the very end of what seemed like a VERY long dirt road. In reality, the road was probably only 4 or 5 miles, but when you are traveling at 30-35 mph because of road conditions, it seems much longer. Anyway - the road dead-ends at this little resort. When you get out of the car and look ahead of you, you see nothing but the lake. When you turn and look behind you, you see nothing but rocky ridges that are big enough to almost call mountains. To either side are the most beautiful flowers and incredible trees. I'd like to be back there right now.

The view going down the dirt road to the resort

Sunset over the lake

Current State of my Hometown

Trouble on the Horizon

My students are showing me they are well versed in poker-speak. My concern levels are rising.

A big booooo

Life - or should I say weather - should have a giant DISLIKE button. Because I'd push it today. It's April 20. Spring should be well underway. And I'm wearing long johns under my pants.

Not cool weather, not cool. (Technically, I suppose it is, but you get my point.

Intimidation Factor

So I work with a person who is very interesting to say the least. And I don't mean that in a positive way. I'm pretty sure they must have been home-schooled (sorry for anyone that offends) because the social awkwardness is off the charts. Anyway - I've recently come to realize that this person is afraid of me. I consider myself to be a fairly mild mannered, friendly person. I just happened to say what I think, without sugar coating my irritation of others at times. Okay, all the time. Anyway, one said occasion with this particular person happened a while back, and since then, said person won't enter a room if I'm in it. Or will press their body against the wall if I happen to walk down the same hallway. It's kind of ridiculous, I know. Insert social awkwardness here.

Twenty Eighth Time Is a Charm?

I used to be so faithful at blogging....then I stopped. Then I realized I wanted to start writing again....then I stopped. You can see where I'm going with this, right? Well, I'm starting back up again. We'll see how long it lasts - I think my last run at the blogging world lasted for....one post. I've started following a random blog written by a flight attendant around my age, and it has inspired me to give blogging another shot. A glorious life in the skies, I have not. Awesome students who never leave me bored by their wittiness and antics, I have in abounds. Thirty eight witty and antic filled students, to be exact. With only a month and a half left of school though, my attempts may be short lived yet again.

Here's to trying!

Sweet Mackenzie

My 3 year old niece recently had the following conversation with her mom:

Mom: Mac, I love you.

Mackenzie: I love chocolate.

This child is always good for a laugh!!