What's My Age Again?
List of really cool places in which I've spent my birthday:
And to that list, I now add:
Wow. To think that 18 years ago today, I was getting my face painted and trying to throw a beanbag through a hole in a box. 10 years ago today, I was on my way to soundly beating my buddy Jon on the mini-golf course. Just 2 years ago today, I was enjoying my first few alcoholic beverages at a number of fine establishments across the river in Boston. And here I am today, celebrating my big day by treating myself to the intermittent electricity and superior latrines offered here in my regional capital. As far as birthday presents go, this year's clean latrine might not rank up there with the stereo I got from my folks in middle school or the car Aunt Rie gave me for my 16th, but it sure beats the erasers I got from my sister one year. (I love you, Megs!)
I joke, but in all seriousness, I did get a great birthday gift this week. My first day of class was Tuesday, and somehow, despite the fact that I can't speak the language I'm expected to teach in, everything went great. I'd hold off a bit before you start comparing me to Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Jones, or Mr. Godsoe, but, nevertheless, it was an encouraging first week for me. Quick mini-trivia:
Thankfully, third period is a much more reasonable 42 kids. It'll be interesting- In the bigger classes there are some kids who can't be much older than 10 (if that), and there are others who, if I've shaved that morning, look older than me. I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping that if there is a trouble-maker in the class, he's one of the little guys.
I've got a lot more to share with you all, but it's going to have to wait- Internet time here is pricey, and the stubborn manager refuses to give me a birthday discount. Please keep up those prayers (that I stay healthy, that I figure out the French language, that the trouble-maker is smaller than me). I've been in this country going on seven months now; no way could I have lasted this long without your prayers and support.
God Bless,
josh
· Bangor, Maine (Fond memories include my carnival party, sleepovers, mini-golfing)
· Boston, Massachusetts (Fond memories include Zeta Psi, Libby's, The Big Easy)
And to that list, I now add:
· Bomborokuy, Burkina Faso (Fond memories include tomatoes now being in season for my market!)
Wow. To think that 18 years ago today, I was getting my face painted and trying to throw a beanbag through a hole in a box. 10 years ago today, I was on my way to soundly beating my buddy Jon on the mini-golf course. Just 2 years ago today, I was enjoying my first few alcoholic beverages at a number of fine establishments across the river in Boston. And here I am today, celebrating my big day by treating myself to the intermittent electricity and superior latrines offered here in my regional capital. As far as birthday presents go, this year's clean latrine might not rank up there with the stereo I got from my folks in middle school or the car Aunt Rie gave me for my 16th, but it sure beats the erasers I got from my sister one year. (I love you, Megs!)
I joke, but in all seriousness, I did get a great birthday gift this week. My first day of class was Tuesday, and somehow, despite the fact that I can't speak the language I'm expected to teach in, everything went great. I'd hold off a bit before you start comparing me to Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Jones, or Mr. Godsoe, but, nevertheless, it was an encouraging first week for me. Quick mini-trivia:
Q: When does having 87 kids in your second period math class not seem so bad?
A: When you had 115 for first period.
Thankfully, third period is a much more reasonable 42 kids. It'll be interesting- In the bigger classes there are some kids who can't be much older than 10 (if that), and there are others who, if I've shaved that morning, look older than me. I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping that if there is a trouble-maker in the class, he's one of the little guys.
I've got a lot more to share with you all, but it's going to have to wait- Internet time here is pricey, and the stubborn manager refuses to give me a birthday discount. Please keep up those prayers (that I stay healthy, that I figure out the French language, that the trouble-maker is smaller than me). I've been in this country going on seven months now; no way could I have lasted this long without your prayers and support.
God Bless,
josh
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