Wednesday, September 21, 2011
To Wrap it Up
My dad mentioned that I just kinda left everyone hanging. We were talking about Wordle today in a meeting at school, and I thought it would be a good way to sum up my Australian adventures. Enjoy!
Monday, August 15, 2011
The day I didn't go on a rainforest tour
So this morning we all woke up nice and early, packed our bags, and eagerly waited for our shuttle to come and take us to our very first rainforest and waterfalls tour. Shuttles came and left and there the three of us were sitting on the curb waiting.
Ten minutes after we were told they would be there we hop onto our shuttle bus and take our seats. And then it dawns on me... everyone on the bus was much older than the group of girls I was traveling with. Much older. Like hearing aid older. But, I shrugged it off. There are a lot of field biologists and conservationists that do these types of things their entire lives. Perhaps we were with a group of those sorts of people?
But then I saw the bus driver put a head set on and he began narrating as we cruised around town. That's when I knew. Something wasn't quite right.
We set off towards the mountains. I heard the man mumble things about the old highway and the new highway and cattle and stuff.... I can't quite remember. We made it to a lookout point and that's when we sent Katie to ask the man what happened. He said that we got switched to his tour.
After the lookout we hopped back on the bus and headed towards Lake Barrine. Which by the way, is an extinct volcano! And the lake is completely formed by rain water! I think that's pretty neat. At the lake we sat down for morning tea of scones with jam and cream and coffee. After tea we set out for our lake cruise!!! It was pretty neat, I have to admit. The lake was practically crystal clear. We were able to see all of the rain forest that had fallen into the lake. You could see the roots of the lillies and the trunks of fallen trees. My favorite part was the animals that we saw. We saw a mating pair of Amethystine Pythons, which are in fact Australia's largest snake reaching lengths of 10-16 feet! That was pretty cool to see. And because we could see through the water I saw about a dozen soft shelled snapping turtles and a hand full of eels, along with a couple of fish.
After the lake cruise we headed to a cattle farm. Why? I don't know. But we did manage to see a freshwater croc soaking up the sun on a river off the road. Apparently freshies, as they are called, aren't as aggressive as their salt water cousins and the girl who grew up on the cattle farm grew up swimming in the river that the freshies lived in. Crazy. Now I would never be able to do that in a million years. Never.
We had lunch at the cattle place. It was a pretty property and had a vine of flowers growing over a type of wood canopy. While we were walking through it though, I noticed a very large and fuzzy brown spider, about as big as my pinky. ;laihd f;agjkabkjabdv Just thinking about it makes me queezy!
After the cattle ranch we headed back to the bus and drove to a banana plantation! Of all places. And this one survived Cyclone Yasi. We saw banana trees and how bananas grow. We even got to eat a banana smoothie (the best I've ever had) and a free banana. Free bananas are a big deal in Australia right now because the cyclones wiped out so many of the plantations. It was my first banana since I have been here.
And then we drove home.
No real rainforest tour. Oh, and at some point we saw one water fall. Kind of a let down because it wasn't what we were expecting. But, it's nice to see the types of tours that old people sign up for :)
Turns out the company we scheduled the rainforest tour with dropped the tour and gave us to a AAA tour of the Queensland Tablelands. None of us are very happy about that, but we made the best out of it and had fun throughout the day. We even enjoyed some parts of the tour. But, I will call up Oz Experience and attempt to get my monies back.
Ten minutes after we were told they would be there we hop onto our shuttle bus and take our seats. And then it dawns on me... everyone on the bus was much older than the group of girls I was traveling with. Much older. Like hearing aid older. But, I shrugged it off. There are a lot of field biologists and conservationists that do these types of things their entire lives. Perhaps we were with a group of those sorts of people?
But then I saw the bus driver put a head set on and he began narrating as we cruised around town. That's when I knew. Something wasn't quite right.
We set off towards the mountains. I heard the man mumble things about the old highway and the new highway and cattle and stuff.... I can't quite remember. We made it to a lookout point and that's when we sent Katie to ask the man what happened. He said that we got switched to his tour.
After the lookout we hopped back on the bus and headed towards Lake Barrine. Which by the way, is an extinct volcano! And the lake is completely formed by rain water! I think that's pretty neat. At the lake we sat down for morning tea of scones with jam and cream and coffee. After tea we set out for our lake cruise!!! It was pretty neat, I have to admit. The lake was practically crystal clear. We were able to see all of the rain forest that had fallen into the lake. You could see the roots of the lillies and the trunks of fallen trees. My favorite part was the animals that we saw. We saw a mating pair of Amethystine Pythons, which are in fact Australia's largest snake reaching lengths of 10-16 feet! That was pretty cool to see. And because we could see through the water I saw about a dozen soft shelled snapping turtles and a hand full of eels, along with a couple of fish.
After the lake cruise we headed to a cattle farm. Why? I don't know. But we did manage to see a freshwater croc soaking up the sun on a river off the road. Apparently freshies, as they are called, aren't as aggressive as their salt water cousins and the girl who grew up on the cattle farm grew up swimming in the river that the freshies lived in. Crazy. Now I would never be able to do that in a million years. Never.
We had lunch at the cattle place. It was a pretty property and had a vine of flowers growing over a type of wood canopy. While we were walking through it though, I noticed a very large and fuzzy brown spider, about as big as my pinky. ;laihd f;agjkabkjabdv Just thinking about it makes me queezy!
After the cattle ranch we headed back to the bus and drove to a banana plantation! Of all places. And this one survived Cyclone Yasi. We saw banana trees and how bananas grow. We even got to eat a banana smoothie (the best I've ever had) and a free banana. Free bananas are a big deal in Australia right now because the cyclones wiped out so many of the plantations. It was my first banana since I have been here.
And then we drove home.
No real rainforest tour. Oh, and at some point we saw one water fall. Kind of a let down because it wasn't what we were expecting. But, it's nice to see the types of tours that old people sign up for :)
Turns out the company we scheduled the rainforest tour with dropped the tour and gave us to a AAA tour of the Queensland Tablelands. None of us are very happy about that, but we made the best out of it and had fun throughout the day. We even enjoyed some parts of the tour. But, I will call up Oz Experience and attempt to get my monies back.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
THE REEF
Ok, sure.
So this is a picture of my diving group and our instructor. From left to right there is Hayley, Me, Katie, Diver Man, and Eish (from England). And yes, there is coral and fishes from the Great Barrier Reef.
This trip was AMAZING! So much so that when it came time to see if anyone wanted to dive again I suited up faster than you can say Nemo.
We didn't see anything epic like turtles or sharks (although I heard the snorkelers say they say a turtle) but I don't think you can say that the reef by itself isn't truly epic in it's beauty. Plus, there was a handful of fish that were very people friendly and curious and would swim right up to you. Everything was full of color and the water was such a pretty blue.
At one point during the dive I got up close and personal with Nemo and his little orange home. I also got to hold a prickly red sea cucumber like in the picture below.
During the second dive we followed our instructor through a little coral tunnel. The fish that we saw were pretty spectacular, full of color and massive. I told everyone after the dive that there is no question about it, I'm getting my open water certification.
It was amazing to see the mountains of coral beneath the sea. I really wish I could've just sat on the ocean floor for a couple of minutes to take it all in. It's sort of a blur now, but I remember it being fantastic.
I will be back to the reefs. I'm convinced of it. And it will be a good day :)
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Palm Cove
Finally a REAL beach. A real OCEAN beach. With real WAVES and DOLPHINS :) Yes, dolphins. As soon as we picked a spot to sit on the beach we saw a group of dolphins a little from the shore splashing around. It was wonderful. I've never been to the ocean before and I've never stood on ocean sand or swam in ocean water. Naturally, I had to make sure that ocean water is actually salty and so I tasted it. Yes, it is salty. Really salty.
Katie and I were pretty scared of getting skin cancer from the Australian sun, so every half hour or so we reapplied our sun lotion. She told me that parts of the ozone over Australia in the summer are completely gone. I don't really know if that's scientifically accurate, but at any rate, I wasn't about to wait around and see how intense the rays from the sun could really get.
I finally coaxed (although, more like forced) Katie to jump in the waves with me. But here's something you have to know: I am scared of water that you cannot see through. So pools are great, you know? You can see the bottom and you know what to expect. Lakes are fishy (in more ways than one) because you can barely ever see to the bottom and you could be swimming with snapping turtles or water snakes or some hungry monster. That always freaks me out. Usually, Alex is around when I want to go swimming in a lake and so I have him jump in first and swim around and if he doesn't die within a couple of minutes I jump in. Well, it's sort of the same story at the ocean. Except, there's the possibility of sharks, crocodiles, jellyfish, stingrays... do you get my point? I was able to splash around for about 6 seconds before I started to think about the things I couldn't see and then I would run back to the shore. Then I would see that people were actually swimming and I'd go back out for maybe 9 seconds. But then I would think about the things I couldn't see and run back to save my life. And, of course, this just kept repeating. I was really wishing that Alex was there to test the water for sharks and stuff, but I had to go it on my own.
After a day at the beach, Katie, Stephanie and I went to the Cairns Tropical Night Zoo. Sounds mysterious doesn't it? We had a steak dinner at the zoo followed by a photo session with koalas. Then we grabbed our torches (which weren't actually torches but lame flashlights-how misleading) and set off on a tour of the noctural zoo animals. We saw the koalas in action and all of the reptiles in the reptile house. We had a campfire with the kangaroos while we enjoyed billy tea and damper. We even got to see the crocs being hand fed (only lunatics would get that close to a crocodile). And we met a real life swaggie. It was a pretty fun experience. But, I wish I could've gone to the zoo during the day time to see all of the other animals too. Maybe next time.
There will be a next time in Cairns for me. For sure. Bank on it.
Katie and I were pretty scared of getting skin cancer from the Australian sun, so every half hour or so we reapplied our sun lotion. She told me that parts of the ozone over Australia in the summer are completely gone. I don't really know if that's scientifically accurate, but at any rate, I wasn't about to wait around and see how intense the rays from the sun could really get.
I finally coaxed (although, more like forced) Katie to jump in the waves with me. But here's something you have to know: I am scared of water that you cannot see through. So pools are great, you know? You can see the bottom and you know what to expect. Lakes are fishy (in more ways than one) because you can barely ever see to the bottom and you could be swimming with snapping turtles or water snakes or some hungry monster. That always freaks me out. Usually, Alex is around when I want to go swimming in a lake and so I have him jump in first and swim around and if he doesn't die within a couple of minutes I jump in. Well, it's sort of the same story at the ocean. Except, there's the possibility of sharks, crocodiles, jellyfish, stingrays... do you get my point? I was able to splash around for about 6 seconds before I started to think about the things I couldn't see and then I would run back to the shore. Then I would see that people were actually swimming and I'd go back out for maybe 9 seconds. But then I would think about the things I couldn't see and run back to save my life. And, of course, this just kept repeating. I was really wishing that Alex was there to test the water for sharks and stuff, but I had to go it on my own.
After a day at the beach, Katie, Stephanie and I went to the Cairns Tropical Night Zoo. Sounds mysterious doesn't it? We had a steak dinner at the zoo followed by a photo session with koalas. Then we grabbed our torches (which weren't actually torches but lame flashlights-how misleading) and set off on a tour of the noctural zoo animals. We saw the koalas in action and all of the reptiles in the reptile house. We had a campfire with the kangaroos while we enjoyed billy tea and damper. We even got to see the crocs being hand fed (only lunatics would get that close to a crocodile). And we met a real life swaggie. It was a pretty fun experience. But, I wish I could've gone to the zoo during the day time to see all of the other animals too. Maybe next time.
There will be a next time in Cairns for me. For sure. Bank on it.
Friday, August 12, 2011
First day in Cairns
Like most cities in Australia, you don't actually say "Cairns" when referring to Cairns. You say "Cans." Just like you don't say "Melbourne" but instead "Melbin" and not Brisbane but "Brisbin."
So we got to our Hostel today only to find that Cairns really doesn't have any beaches, just a lagoon, which is actually a big swimming pool. So tomorrow I am planning on catching the bus to Palm Cove to be at a real beach.
The plane ride from Sydney to Cairns was brillant. We finally flew Qantas and I am so happy for it. They really treat their costumers well: breakfast, lunch and a movie.
Anyways, only adventures await me. I cannot wait.
So we got to our Hostel today only to find that Cairns really doesn't have any beaches, just a lagoon, which is actually a big swimming pool. So tomorrow I am planning on catching the bus to Palm Cove to be at a real beach.
The plane ride from Sydney to Cairns was brillant. We finally flew Qantas and I am so happy for it. They really treat their costumers well: breakfast, lunch and a movie.
Anyways, only adventures await me. I cannot wait.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
With Love, from my Host Fam
I don't think I could've lucked out more. Staying with my host family has definitely been a very rewarding and full of fun experience. I don't really know how it happened, but one they drove me home from Macquarie and the next we were passing jokes at the dinner table.
It's kind of hard to even explain. These people took me into their home and showered me with love like no one else ever has. They planned my wedding. And there was a running joke about all of the cultural immersion experiences I was getting by staying with them.
This is my little sister, Rosie. She's in Year 11. We had a great time together. She's pretty witty with the jokes and comments, you can't really get anything past her. She made me eat vegemite last night. It was actually good. I was astounded. Rosie is pretty serious about school. So much so that she goes to homework club! I told her we don't really have those in America, but if we did they would have shirts and officer positions. Her club doesn't have those. Rosie is pretty special because I let her see all of my big eyebrow pictures from when I was younger.
Here are my host parents, Kerrie and Keith. Keith is the head master of the junior college. They are truly wonderful people. Keith helped me with behaviour management tricks in the classroom and Kerrie made all my food! I would stay if I could. I really enjoyed getting to know Kerrie. I feel like I could talk to her about anything at all if I needed to. I just feel like I gelled in with the whole family so well. Keith would say something ridiculous and we'd all look at each other and start making jokes.
Isn't this adorable? These are the presents my host family gave to me this morning before I left for school. The card is very personalized with all of the jokes and memories we've had over the past 2.5 weeks. Like I said, I would definitely stay if I could.
It's kind of hard to even explain. These people took me into their home and showered me with love like no one else ever has. They planned my wedding. And there was a running joke about all of the cultural immersion experiences I was getting by staying with them.
This is my little sister, Rosie. She's in Year 11. We had a great time together. She's pretty witty with the jokes and comments, you can't really get anything past her. She made me eat vegemite last night. It was actually good. I was astounded. Rosie is pretty serious about school. So much so that she goes to homework club! I told her we don't really have those in America, but if we did they would have shirts and officer positions. Her club doesn't have those. Rosie is pretty special because I let her see all of my big eyebrow pictures from when I was younger.
Isn't this adorable? These are the presents my host family gave to me this morning before I left for school. The card is very personalized with all of the jokes and memories we've had over the past 2.5 weeks. Like I said, I would definitely stay if I could.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Whales, Wine, and Dancing
Friday morning I was up by 5:30. I had to pack my bags for the weekend and catch a connecting ride into Sydney. We started Friday by having class. This is the first time I have seen any of my classmates since leaving for our host stays. I'm not going to lie-I think I lucked out! It has been such a pleasure to be living with my host family and not everyone's experience seems to be as positive as mine.
Some friends were planning on seeing Randy Newman at the Opera House Friday night. We have been allowed $50 to see a performance or use for some other cultural Australian event. I didn't want to spend Friday night by myself waiting for their performance to be over, so I went to the Opera House to see if there were any seats available for "Belong" which was a dance by an indigenous/aboriginal dance theater. The lady said there were 2 available seats, one in the back and one in the 2nd row center. So, of course, I took the seat up front.
I got to the theater, sat down, and waited. As everyone else filed into the theater every seat seemed to be filling except any around me. As a matter of fact, both of the front rows remained completely empty except for myself. Some friends from my class ended up with seats behind me. The show started and I felt like the dancers were going to pull me up on stage. I was like 4 feet from them. After intermission I made some of my friends move up a row so that I didn't have to sit awkwardly by myself anymore. Why in the world did the lady give me the closest and lonliest seat in the house?
Anyways, Saturday morning I had to be up early again so that I could hop on a bus and take a ride. Saturday was wine tasting day. Now, before this, I thought that I was a fan of red wine. I had some pretty good communion wine in my day. I got to the winery and realized wine is actually pretty disgusting! I should've bought the first wine that I tried. It was at First Creek winery and was called Semillon. It's a white wine and it was pretty good. Everything I tasted after that was terrible. And what is with dessert wines? They are disgusting! And sweet wines? Yuck! Why do people drink that?
It's a good thing I took it easy at the wineries. I only took a sip or two from each tasting and poured the rest out. By lunch time, all of the other wine tasters were tispy, loud, and obnoxious. We ended up eating at a pub for lunch, which didn't really help the situation, but at least the group of drunk Americans didn't stick out too sorely.
On Sunday we strolled down to Nelson's Bay at Port Stephens. I wish we could've spent more time there, I loved it. On our whale cruise we saw a couple humpbacks and even a baby or two. But, they didn't do anything spectacular. We also saw some dolphins and seals. I think I liked the seals best. It's so strange to think that they actually live in water and not just in captivity at the zoos.
Friday of this week I fly away north to Cairns. Oh, warm weather, how I miss you! We will scuba dive the Great Barrier Reef, spend a day in the Daintree Rainforest, sit on a real beach, and (hopefully) go horse back riding into the sunset! I'm sure by the end of all of that I will definitely be ready to come back home. I miss my siblings and friends and Alex and I just want to be back in Michigan where (how ironic) it's actually warm and summer time. And I want to see my brother get married and move out of the house ;) Emily and I have a lot of work to do. Home sweet home soon enough.
I don't think this post really makes a lot of sense. I know it's not a very exciting post. But, I'm at school, waiting on the headmaster to wrap up a meeting and drive me to my home. Oh yeah, I did end up missing my host family this weekend. It was good to see Rosie in the car when I got picked up. I like them here.
Some friends were planning on seeing Randy Newman at the Opera House Friday night. We have been allowed $50 to see a performance or use for some other cultural Australian event. I didn't want to spend Friday night by myself waiting for their performance to be over, so I went to the Opera House to see if there were any seats available for "Belong" which was a dance by an indigenous/aboriginal dance theater. The lady said there were 2 available seats, one in the back and one in the 2nd row center. So, of course, I took the seat up front.
I got to the theater, sat down, and waited. As everyone else filed into the theater every seat seemed to be filling except any around me. As a matter of fact, both of the front rows remained completely empty except for myself. Some friends from my class ended up with seats behind me. The show started and I felt like the dancers were going to pull me up on stage. I was like 4 feet from them. After intermission I made some of my friends move up a row so that I didn't have to sit awkwardly by myself anymore. Why in the world did the lady give me the closest and lonliest seat in the house?
Anyways, Saturday morning I had to be up early again so that I could hop on a bus and take a ride. Saturday was wine tasting day. Now, before this, I thought that I was a fan of red wine. I had some pretty good communion wine in my day. I got to the winery and realized wine is actually pretty disgusting! I should've bought the first wine that I tried. It was at First Creek winery and was called Semillon. It's a white wine and it was pretty good. Everything I tasted after that was terrible. And what is with dessert wines? They are disgusting! And sweet wines? Yuck! Why do people drink that?
It's a good thing I took it easy at the wineries. I only took a sip or two from each tasting and poured the rest out. By lunch time, all of the other wine tasters were tispy, loud, and obnoxious. We ended up eating at a pub for lunch, which didn't really help the situation, but at least the group of drunk Americans didn't stick out too sorely.
On Sunday we strolled down to Nelson's Bay at Port Stephens. I wish we could've spent more time there, I loved it. On our whale cruise we saw a couple humpbacks and even a baby or two. But, they didn't do anything spectacular. We also saw some dolphins and seals. I think I liked the seals best. It's so strange to think that they actually live in water and not just in captivity at the zoos.
Friday of this week I fly away north to Cairns. Oh, warm weather, how I miss you! We will scuba dive the Great Barrier Reef, spend a day in the Daintree Rainforest, sit on a real beach, and (hopefully) go horse back riding into the sunset! I'm sure by the end of all of that I will definitely be ready to come back home. I miss my siblings and friends and Alex and I just want to be back in Michigan where (how ironic) it's actually warm and summer time. And I want to see my brother get married and move out of the house ;) Emily and I have a lot of work to do. Home sweet home soon enough.
I don't think this post really makes a lot of sense. I know it's not a very exciting post. But, I'm at school, waiting on the headmaster to wrap up a meeting and drive me to my home. Oh yeah, I did end up missing my host family this weekend. It was good to see Rosie in the car when I got picked up. I like them here.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Katoomba Falls
Last Saturday, my host family took me to the Blue Mountains. We did the ever-touristy Scenic World. You fly in a sky car from one peak to the next passing both the Three Sisters and Katoomba Falls (one attraction on each side). 3 minutes later you unload out of the car and have the option of hiking around to different spots. Now, mind you, my host dad, Keith, said he would be the bushman for the day. So....we didn't do too much hiking ;)
We then took the sky car back to the first peak where we boarded the cable rail to the bottom of the mountains. Yes, I have spent 2 days in real rain forest. The vines in this forest were incredible, and all over the place just like in the Tarzan movies.
Did I mention the cockatoos yet? They were all over the place. Cockatoos in flocks. I've never thought they lived like that...in the mountains... There's no way they enjoy being in itty bitty cages at the pet stores. And I saw a couple different parrot type birds. One with a red body and blue wings and then one with a red body, red wings, and blue head. And there were those green laurakets. AND, you can't forget the lyrebird. He's the father of the Three Sisters.
After the trek through the rain forest (on boardwalks of course), we rode the railway back to the top, which by the way, is the wrong way to take the rail car if you ever do chance to take it. Might I suggest that instead of taking the cable car to the bottom, take the railcar and save the cable car to come back up. If you ever make it out there, you will know why this is of upmost importance.
After buying some postcards for my needy friends back home ;) we headed off to Echo Point.
At Echo Point we did some more meandering around until we got to the Giant Stairs. Now, if it were earlier in the day perhaps we would've conquered the stairs and gone down to walk inside one of the Three Sisters. However, it was not earlier in the day, and we had been walking for hours. So the 2 hour trip to the room in the rocks was not really screaming our names quite as loudly as the cafe down the street.
We ended the day having dinner at home and planning my wedding.
I have to interrupt here to explain some important details I forgot along the way.
For lunch (afternoon tea), we ate at Scenic World where I continued my emersion experience by eating a meat pie.
While we were out hiking in the mountains I kept making comments to Rosie that she could get married in this or that spot. Her mom eventually picked up a flier about having weddings at the Blue Mountains. This was on the table when we all settled down for dinner.
And this is how the whole converation about my wedding began. Keith decided that I should get married in Australia because that way the Peterson's would be able to make it. The head master of the college was quickly appointed as the reader for the wedding. Keith eagerly hopped up to the plate for the minister. They thought it right that my mentor teacher, Geoff should be the best man. After the weekend was over I came in and informed the staff of stage 3 that my wedding was in the planning stages. Soon afterwards, both Year 5 teachers decided to be paige boy and bridesmaid and the other Year 6 teacher was appointed Matron of Honour. Anyway...it's all a bit irrelevant...seeing as how I am not engaged and probably won't be getting married in the Blue Mountains. Unless of course, my guests would kindly chip in $100 a piece to pay for the catering and drinks.
I'm at school right now waiting to leave around 5pm. I tried to help another teacher mark some spelling work but I was abruptly kicked out when I couldn't figure out what to do. Go figure. I know I'll be missed when I'm not here tomorrow.
We then took the sky car back to the first peak where we boarded the cable rail to the bottom of the mountains. Yes, I have spent 2 days in real rain forest. The vines in this forest were incredible, and all over the place just like in the Tarzan movies.
Did I mention the cockatoos yet? They were all over the place. Cockatoos in flocks. I've never thought they lived like that...in the mountains... There's no way they enjoy being in itty bitty cages at the pet stores. And I saw a couple different parrot type birds. One with a red body and blue wings and then one with a red body, red wings, and blue head. And there were those green laurakets. AND, you can't forget the lyrebird. He's the father of the Three Sisters.
After the trek through the rain forest (on boardwalks of course), we rode the railway back to the top, which by the way, is the wrong way to take the rail car if you ever do chance to take it. Might I suggest that instead of taking the cable car to the bottom, take the railcar and save the cable car to come back up. If you ever make it out there, you will know why this is of upmost importance.
After buying some postcards for my needy friends back home ;) we headed off to Echo Point.
At Echo Point we did some more meandering around until we got to the Giant Stairs. Now, if it were earlier in the day perhaps we would've conquered the stairs and gone down to walk inside one of the Three Sisters. However, it was not earlier in the day, and we had been walking for hours. So the 2 hour trip to the room in the rocks was not really screaming our names quite as loudly as the cafe down the street.
We ended the day having dinner at home and planning my wedding.
I have to interrupt here to explain some important details I forgot along the way.
For lunch (afternoon tea), we ate at Scenic World where I continued my emersion experience by eating a meat pie.
While we were out hiking in the mountains I kept making comments to Rosie that she could get married in this or that spot. Her mom eventually picked up a flier about having weddings at the Blue Mountains. This was on the table when we all settled down for dinner.
And this is how the whole converation about my wedding began. Keith decided that I should get married in Australia because that way the Peterson's would be able to make it. The head master of the college was quickly appointed as the reader for the wedding. Keith eagerly hopped up to the plate for the minister. They thought it right that my mentor teacher, Geoff should be the best man. After the weekend was over I came in and informed the staff of stage 3 that my wedding was in the planning stages. Soon afterwards, both Year 5 teachers decided to be paige boy and bridesmaid and the other Year 6 teacher was appointed Matron of Honour. Anyway...it's all a bit irrelevant...seeing as how I am not engaged and probably won't be getting married in the Blue Mountains. Unless of course, my guests would kindly chip in $100 a piece to pay for the catering and drinks.
I'm at school right now waiting to leave around 5pm. I tried to help another teacher mark some spelling work but I was abruptly kicked out when I couldn't figure out what to do. Go figure. I know I'll be missed when I'm not here tomorrow.
Because I know you all are wondering
We had home baked bread today to go along with the tuna caserole for dinner. It was some sort of modified scone, very fluffy and soft, with bacon in it. It was fabulous. When I get my own place, I want to cook meals like this for myself because it just makes you feel fancy.
I forgot to mention...
Yesterday when I opened up my lunch there was a kiwi and out of my mouth escaped an enthusiastic "yes!" Steve, a year 5 teacher, looked at me in surprise. I then explained that I don't pack my lunch so it's always a surprise and I really do love kiwi.
He laughed.
The Year 5 teachers are awesome. And according to the Peterson's, they will be in my wedding. Which reminds me that I haven't posted anything on my previous weekend trip to the Blue Mountains. I'm still working on putting up photos. But don't worry...it's coming.
DIN!
He laughed.
The Year 5 teachers are awesome. And according to the Peterson's, they will be in my wedding. Which reminds me that I haven't posted anything on my previous weekend trip to the Blue Mountains. I'm still working on putting up photos. But don't worry...it's coming.
DIN!
Take Two
Alright...let's try this post again.
Today, as the students came back into the classroom after sport, I had the powerpoint up and ready to go. One student, we will call her Ann, came up to me and asked, "Did you make that powerpoint?" "Yes," I replied. She stuck out her hand and shook mine. "Well done!" I never knew powerpoints were so appreciated in schools! I think she made my day!
And then, there's the always present, almost-on-the-verge-of-trouble Mr. Andrews. I love this boy. He has never caused me any trouble. Nearly every time I come by his desk he has a new question to ask me about America or about something that he thinks is American. I quite enjoy him. It's student like him that I would love to have my classroom full of. He's never quite on task, but he always knows what to do. And he's full of energy. Teachers need to learn how to use that kind of stuff rather than discipline it.
That's all for now. It really is dinner time (tea). I can hear the plates being plated up. Yum. Oh boy oh boy. Believe me, you wish you were here!
Today, as the students came back into the classroom after sport, I had the powerpoint up and ready to go. One student, we will call her Ann, came up to me and asked, "Did you make that powerpoint?" "Yes," I replied. She stuck out her hand and shook mine. "Well done!" I never knew powerpoints were so appreciated in schools! I think she made my day!
And then, there's the always present, almost-on-the-verge-of-trouble Mr. Andrews. I love this boy. He has never caused me any trouble. Nearly every time I come by his desk he has a new question to ask me about America or about something that he thinks is American. I quite enjoy him. It's student like him that I would love to have my classroom full of. He's never quite on task, but he always knows what to do. And he's full of energy. Teachers need to learn how to use that kind of stuff rather than discipline it.
That's all for now. It really is dinner time (tea). I can hear the plates being plated up. Yum. Oh boy oh boy. Believe me, you wish you were here!
And sometimes you want to tell happy stories
Ahh! It's time to eat. And dinner around here is GOOOOODDDD. So...I'll have to postpone this post for a few more minutes.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Sometimes you need to vent.
Well friends, once again I've made it to Wednesday.
Tomorrow is my last day in school for the week because on Friday we all meet back up at Macquarie to have an informal discuss-how-everythings-going class session.
I've been working hard. My host teacher put me in charge of both spelling and maths this week. And yes, for some strange reason Australians say maths rather than math. I like math better. To me it makes more sense.
So every day this week I am teaching 2 lessons on average. And it's hard!
For instance, today I was responsible for introducing graphs, how to read them, and how to make them in maths. Now, the lessons are supposed to be 50 minutes each. SUPPOSED to be. But, of course, they aren't. First of all, maths is after recess. Recess ends at 10:55 and maths is supposed to start at 10:55. It never starts until 11 when all of the students are back in the building. Secondly, some students switch rooms for maths and this adds to the confusion and number of students walking around in the classroom. THEN, as if that weren't enough, they need to have up to 3 books and worksheets passed out. Needless to say, I really only get 40 minutes at the most when the curriculum says I have 5 50 minute periods. Oh well.
Then comes the part of getting everyone to listen, be quiet, and pay attention. Now, if I had a classroom for an entire year, or even a 10 week term, this may be feesible. But, I am a visiting teacher in the school for 14 days. It took 3 days to learn names. It's rather difficult ot build up a rapport with the students without implementing new behaviour management techniques....which I don't really have the option to do because this isn't my permanent classroom and I don't have the ability to enforce anything that has yet to be taught to the students and agreed upon. So... yeah.
Anyways, I tried to teach them how to read graphs today. It was pretty much a miserable lesson. I didn't complete the things that I had wanted to get done and I had a handful of students that wouldn't be quiet.
After the lesson I replanned the lesson for tomorrow, restructured how it would be taught, and gave myself a pat on the back for trying.
THEN...I was supposed to teach a session on bullying this afternoon. The students were all out on a sporting event. They were supposed to be back at 2:15. But, of course! They didn't actually get back to the classroom until 2:50. Ten minutes. ten. Did I mention that this unit is to be taught over two class periods? No, I do believe I left that out. So, I get 10 minutes to get the students started on this unit. It actually went beautifully. I started by asking how many of the students had even been bullied. Nearly every hand in the room shot up. Then I asked students to share how it made them feel and I got some very good and deep answers. I must tell you that at this point I just wanted everyone to sit in a circle and continue to share how bullying affected them and what we can do to stop bullying in schools. I just wanted to hug each of them and tell them how much they are loved and valued. I wanted to tell them that they were created for a purpose and are treasured above all other life on earth.
But, I only had 10 minutes...and that wasn't actually part of the curricu-fied lesson.
All in all, what I want you to know is that I get 35 minutes tomorrow to finish the unit that I was supposed to get 100 minutes to do. Lame.
And, I would also like you to know that today was just kind of hard. I've been told that I am too hard on myself, but when I see that I could've done something differently or more efficiently or whatever I try to learn from it and improve. Obviously I am not, and won't be, a star teacher just yet. But I see the potential and so when I fall short of it I tend to get discouraged. I'm learning. And I think that's what I, and any up and coming teacher, needs to keep in mind. To teach is to learn and to learn is to teach. Deep huh? Yeah, I know, I just made that up.
Alright folks. This weekend I'm off to Port Stephens on a whale watching and wine tasting adventure.
Much love.
Tomorrow is my last day in school for the week because on Friday we all meet back up at Macquarie to have an informal discuss-how-everythings-going class session.
I've been working hard. My host teacher put me in charge of both spelling and maths this week. And yes, for some strange reason Australians say maths rather than math. I like math better. To me it makes more sense.
So every day this week I am teaching 2 lessons on average. And it's hard!
For instance, today I was responsible for introducing graphs, how to read them, and how to make them in maths. Now, the lessons are supposed to be 50 minutes each. SUPPOSED to be. But, of course, they aren't. First of all, maths is after recess. Recess ends at 10:55 and maths is supposed to start at 10:55. It never starts until 11 when all of the students are back in the building. Secondly, some students switch rooms for maths and this adds to the confusion and number of students walking around in the classroom. THEN, as if that weren't enough, they need to have up to 3 books and worksheets passed out. Needless to say, I really only get 40 minutes at the most when the curriculum says I have 5 50 minute periods. Oh well.
Then comes the part of getting everyone to listen, be quiet, and pay attention. Now, if I had a classroom for an entire year, or even a 10 week term, this may be feesible. But, I am a visiting teacher in the school for 14 days. It took 3 days to learn names. It's rather difficult ot build up a rapport with the students without implementing new behaviour management techniques....which I don't really have the option to do because this isn't my permanent classroom and I don't have the ability to enforce anything that has yet to be taught to the students and agreed upon. So... yeah.
Anyways, I tried to teach them how to read graphs today. It was pretty much a miserable lesson. I didn't complete the things that I had wanted to get done and I had a handful of students that wouldn't be quiet.
After the lesson I replanned the lesson for tomorrow, restructured how it would be taught, and gave myself a pat on the back for trying.
THEN...I was supposed to teach a session on bullying this afternoon. The students were all out on a sporting event. They were supposed to be back at 2:15. But, of course! They didn't actually get back to the classroom until 2:50. Ten minutes. ten. Did I mention that this unit is to be taught over two class periods? No, I do believe I left that out. So, I get 10 minutes to get the students started on this unit. It actually went beautifully. I started by asking how many of the students had even been bullied. Nearly every hand in the room shot up. Then I asked students to share how it made them feel and I got some very good and deep answers. I must tell you that at this point I just wanted everyone to sit in a circle and continue to share how bullying affected them and what we can do to stop bullying in schools. I just wanted to hug each of them and tell them how much they are loved and valued. I wanted to tell them that they were created for a purpose and are treasured above all other life on earth.
But, I only had 10 minutes...and that wasn't actually part of the curricu-fied lesson.
All in all, what I want you to know is that I get 35 minutes tomorrow to finish the unit that I was supposed to get 100 minutes to do. Lame.
And, I would also like you to know that today was just kind of hard. I've been told that I am too hard on myself, but when I see that I could've done something differently or more efficiently or whatever I try to learn from it and improve. Obviously I am not, and won't be, a star teacher just yet. But I see the potential and so when I fall short of it I tend to get discouraged. I'm learning. And I think that's what I, and any up and coming teacher, needs to keep in mind. To teach is to learn and to learn is to teach. Deep huh? Yeah, I know, I just made that up.
Alright folks. This weekend I'm off to Port Stephens on a whale watching and wine tasting adventure.
Much love.
Friday, July 29, 2011
I made it to Friday :)
Hey Folks,
So, yes, indeed, I made it to Friday. And as I type this, Boris is walking in and out of my legs, trying to find a comfortable place to lay down at my feet. Silly pug.
I got all the names down by Wednesday, which made teaching a bunch easier. I am also currently reading through "You know the Fair Rule: strategies for making the hard job of discipline and behaviour management in school easier" by Australian author and teacher Bill Rogers. It has been helpful. I think that anyone working with children should do some research on behavior management. Even learning simple things like correcting children in a positive way makes working with kids much more effective.
I am now in charge of the spelling lessons, which happen 4 times a week. The school uses this program called THRASS where the students match each of the 44 phonemes with a word and picture. These words are predetermined and stay constant. So, if a student wanted to spell close they could say "c as in cat, l as in leg, o as in nose, and s as in sun." If they wanted to spell spell "s as in sun, p as in panda, e as in bed, and ll as in bell." See, it gets complicated when there are only 26 letters in the alphabet and 44 sounds or phonemes. I personally think we should do away with the American alphabet and just teach children the international phonetic alphabet where there are 44 symbols for 44 phonemes. I believe spelling would be much easier to teach and learn. But...that's just me.
Next week I am planning on checking out some different classrooms so I have a broader basis for doing a comparative study of education in two different countries/cultures. I will also have the opportunity to take with the special ed teacher. I was talking with Keith, the headmaster, and my home stay dad, today about the fact that I have never been in a classroom with so many students that had disabilities. For example, just in my year 6 class, there is a kid with a severe visual impairment, another with dyslexia and ADHD, another with a learning disability, another with Aspergers or some form of austism, and a few that are really low in their reading and maths. The other year 6 class has a handful of challenging students as well. I want to learn more how each of these students is provided for and equipped with the essential things to promote their learning. I'll let you know when I find out.
I also am starting to realize that I have a big soft spot for kids with learning disabilities. I was working with a kid who clearly needs more time to do his work than is given. I re-explained what the order of operations meant and went through a couple examples with him. Later in that lesson he came up to me and said that he got the right answer (and was really proud about it), but not in the allotted time (the teacher gives a certain number of seconds per problem). I just am not sure if that's the best approach to teaching kids with learning disabilities. And I'm finding that I really see it as an injustice and want to do something about it. At the same time, though, I feel like there is no way I would make a good special education teacher. There are so many forms of special needs and I know I cannot cater to each kind. But, I'm praying about it and asking the Lord why this is on my heart, you know? He'll let me know when I need to know.
Well, I am enjoying my time with my host family. We had many laughs about a one-man yo-yo show that came to the school this week. Remind me to tell you about it when I see you next.
I'm off to bed, folks. And you're waking up. Have a great day :)
So, yes, indeed, I made it to Friday. And as I type this, Boris is walking in and out of my legs, trying to find a comfortable place to lay down at my feet. Silly pug.
I got all the names down by Wednesday, which made teaching a bunch easier. I am also currently reading through "You know the Fair Rule: strategies for making the hard job of discipline and behaviour management in school easier" by Australian author and teacher Bill Rogers. It has been helpful. I think that anyone working with children should do some research on behavior management. Even learning simple things like correcting children in a positive way makes working with kids much more effective.
I am now in charge of the spelling lessons, which happen 4 times a week. The school uses this program called THRASS where the students match each of the 44 phonemes with a word and picture. These words are predetermined and stay constant. So, if a student wanted to spell close they could say "c as in cat, l as in leg, o as in nose, and s as in sun." If they wanted to spell spell "s as in sun, p as in panda, e as in bed, and ll as in bell." See, it gets complicated when there are only 26 letters in the alphabet and 44 sounds or phonemes. I personally think we should do away with the American alphabet and just teach children the international phonetic alphabet where there are 44 symbols for 44 phonemes. I believe spelling would be much easier to teach and learn. But...that's just me.
Next week I am planning on checking out some different classrooms so I have a broader basis for doing a comparative study of education in two different countries/cultures. I will also have the opportunity to take with the special ed teacher. I was talking with Keith, the headmaster, and my home stay dad, today about the fact that I have never been in a classroom with so many students that had disabilities. For example, just in my year 6 class, there is a kid with a severe visual impairment, another with dyslexia and ADHD, another with a learning disability, another with Aspergers or some form of austism, and a few that are really low in their reading and maths. The other year 6 class has a handful of challenging students as well. I want to learn more how each of these students is provided for and equipped with the essential things to promote their learning. I'll let you know when I find out.
I also am starting to realize that I have a big soft spot for kids with learning disabilities. I was working with a kid who clearly needs more time to do his work than is given. I re-explained what the order of operations meant and went through a couple examples with him. Later in that lesson he came up to me and said that he got the right answer (and was really proud about it), but not in the allotted time (the teacher gives a certain number of seconds per problem). I just am not sure if that's the best approach to teaching kids with learning disabilities. And I'm finding that I really see it as an injustice and want to do something about it. At the same time, though, I feel like there is no way I would make a good special education teacher. There are so many forms of special needs and I know I cannot cater to each kind. But, I'm praying about it and asking the Lord why this is on my heart, you know? He'll let me know when I need to know.
Well, I am enjoying my time with my host family. We had many laughs about a one-man yo-yo show that came to the school this week. Remind me to tell you about it when I see you next.
I'm off to bed, folks. And you're waking up. Have a great day :)
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Hump Day
Teaching is a full job. I come home and still have work to do, lessons to plan and papers to grade and books to read about how to become a more effective teacher. It's crazy. Today I will stop doing work at dinner time and not commence again until tomorrow.
Australians have this thing where they don't say "mhmm" in a conversation but rather just "m." It's strange, and I'm not used to communicating like that. I'll demonstrate when I am back home.
I am getting along with the other stage 3 (grades 5 and 6) teachers. That definitely makes the job a lot easier. And I definitely feel like I have a job, not just a study abroad thing. Which is interesting to me. I think it's definitely a full load right now because I have to learn all the names quickly and all the classroom rules and catch up with the curriculum so I can just jump right in. I don't really have the leisure to gradually ease into any of this. I'm hoping that as a regular teacher, after the first month, all this preliminary work is done and you can have less on your plate.
This morning I woke up and definitely could feel it was Wednesday. You know when you just want to hit snooze one more time but if you did then you would have to cut something out of your morning routine? Yeah, I was proud of myself today for fighting that urge and getting in the Word.
Have I mentioned how good the food is here? The Peterson's definitely know how to cook. AND I came home today and my laundry was washed and folded! Imagine that! This is the life-my lunch is handed to me in the morning and I come home to clean clothes. Hmm...I want to be a super mom like that!
Australians have this thing where they don't say "mhmm" in a conversation but rather just "m." It's strange, and I'm not used to communicating like that. I'll demonstrate when I am back home.
I am getting along with the other stage 3 (grades 5 and 6) teachers. That definitely makes the job a lot easier. And I definitely feel like I have a job, not just a study abroad thing. Which is interesting to me. I think it's definitely a full load right now because I have to learn all the names quickly and all the classroom rules and catch up with the curriculum so I can just jump right in. I don't really have the leisure to gradually ease into any of this. I'm hoping that as a regular teacher, after the first month, all this preliminary work is done and you can have less on your plate.
This morning I woke up and definitely could feel it was Wednesday. You know when you just want to hit snooze one more time but if you did then you would have to cut something out of your morning routine? Yeah, I was proud of myself today for fighting that urge and getting in the Word.
Have I mentioned how good the food is here? The Peterson's definitely know how to cook. AND I came home today and my laundry was washed and folded! Imagine that! This is the life-my lunch is handed to me in the morning and I come home to clean clothes. Hmm...I want to be a super mom like that!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Kiwi Fruit and Electric Blankets
Today was my first day with my host family which consists of Keith, Kerrie, Kerrie's mother (she broke her leg) and Rose. Rose is 16 and is just learning to drive...
One thing that I have found fascinating since I have been here is the way they eat kiwi fruit, it is absolutely ingenious! They cut the top off and eat it out with a spoon, much like we would a grape fruit. I have always loved eating kiwis but dreaded the peeling part. Well, now I no longer have to peel away...just cut and scoop!
Also, electric blankets are amazing. They turn them on here around 9. By the time you jump into your bed the blankets are nice and toasty. I cannot tell you how happy my feet were at the experience last night!
I have also learned the definition of a fort night. They use this phrase surprisingly a lot.
At dinner each night wine and dessert are a must. I also make my bed every morning for fear of being the odd one out.
Boris, the pug, does indeed think he is human. He is much like a cat as well. He enjoys being where people are and is content to just sit at the feet. Keith and I went for a walk with Boris today. It is definitely country out here. Horses and dirt roads...the whole 9 yards. Er, should I say about 2 meters? Crap, I mean metres. Yes, that is more like it.
Tomorrow is my first day in my school placement. I hope it all goes well. I will be sure to let you know.
Mum and dad, please note that when I get home I do expect wine and dessert with every meal followed by a ritual turning on of the electric blankets to warm my toes... :)
One thing that I have found fascinating since I have been here is the way they eat kiwi fruit, it is absolutely ingenious! They cut the top off and eat it out with a spoon, much like we would a grape fruit. I have always loved eating kiwis but dreaded the peeling part. Well, now I no longer have to peel away...just cut and scoop!
Also, electric blankets are amazing. They turn them on here around 9. By the time you jump into your bed the blankets are nice and toasty. I cannot tell you how happy my feet were at the experience last night!
I have also learned the definition of a fort night. They use this phrase surprisingly a lot.
At dinner each night wine and dessert are a must. I also make my bed every morning for fear of being the odd one out.
Boris, the pug, does indeed think he is human. He is much like a cat as well. He enjoys being where people are and is content to just sit at the feet. Keith and I went for a walk with Boris today. It is definitely country out here. Horses and dirt roads...the whole 9 yards. Er, should I say about 2 meters? Crap, I mean metres. Yes, that is more like it.
Tomorrow is my first day in my school placement. I hope it all goes well. I will be sure to let you know.
Mum and dad, please note that when I get home I do expect wine and dessert with every meal followed by a ritual turning on of the electric blankets to warm my toes... :)
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Today I walked through the Rain Forest!
Today I took a train out of Sydney. I was absolutely delighted to get out of the city and away from the mobs of people. When I think of visiting new places, I don't tend to think about the steal structures that I will be in but rather the nature I will get to see.
After an hour and 20 minutes on the train I arrived at the Sutherland station where Tim and Renee were there to pick me up. We first headed to a pedestrian bridge (wish I could remember the name) that we debated whether to walk or drive over. Renee won Tim over and on to walking we got. We found there to be all sorts of padlocks attached to the bridge with names and wedding dates engraved on them. Some locks had additional ones added with names of children. Some people even had colour (that's how you have to spell it here) locks and some had chains to go with their locks. The view from the bridge was amazing. The waves broke on the ocean shore on one side while solid rock peaks were on the other. It tried to rain a couple of times, but not with much success.
After the bridge we headed over for lunch at Red Rooster. Do we have those in the states? I've never seen any. It's apparently Renee's favorite. Tim says chicken is the same everywhere. I really enjoyed getting to know Tim better and to know Renee. They are pretty humorous together.
Once we were done eating we drove over to the Kiama Blow Hole. Basically what it is is rocks along the ocean that have somehow managed to get a tunnel carved out of them, opening up a passage way for the waves from the ocean to spurt out of the rock, much like a whale's blow hole. Because there has been so much rain, the spurts were extremely high and you had to be careful not to get soaked. We had some good laughs at the blokes that did get soaked.
On our way out of Kiama we saw a trillion rainbows.
It was so nice to see the sky clear up. Apparently Australia has been in a drought for the past decade and all of this rain is very unusual. Tim was telling me that the dams have been severely low, under 40% full and that the rain was much indeed needed. I'm glad to hear that the rain was a blessing and not just a nuisance.
The rain forest had to be my favorite part of the day. The climb to the falls (Minnamurra Falls) was much needed strenuous exercise. But the view when we finally did get there was outstanding! None of us wanted to leave, but the park was shutting down and we didn't want to be locked in.
It was great to get to see a familiar face and have conversations with Christians. Tim works with camps that work with the local Christian schools and some of the public schools as well. I also got to talk a lot with Renee about Australian education, special education, and things around that topic. She is in college to be a teacher at the moment.
Tomorrow I go to my home stay. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. But I have no doubt it will be an amazing experience.
Goodnight to all of you! Sleep well.
After an hour and 20 minutes on the train I arrived at the Sutherland station where Tim and Renee were there to pick me up. We first headed to a pedestrian bridge (wish I could remember the name) that we debated whether to walk or drive over. Renee won Tim over and on to walking we got. We found there to be all sorts of padlocks attached to the bridge with names and wedding dates engraved on them. Some locks had additional ones added with names of children. Some people even had colour (that's how you have to spell it here) locks and some had chains to go with their locks. The view from the bridge was amazing. The waves broke on the ocean shore on one side while solid rock peaks were on the other. It tried to rain a couple of times, but not with much success.
After the bridge we headed over for lunch at Red Rooster. Do we have those in the states? I've never seen any. It's apparently Renee's favorite. Tim says chicken is the same everywhere. I really enjoyed getting to know Tim better and to know Renee. They are pretty humorous together.
Once we were done eating we drove over to the Kiama Blow Hole. Basically what it is is rocks along the ocean that have somehow managed to get a tunnel carved out of them, opening up a passage way for the waves from the ocean to spurt out of the rock, much like a whale's blow hole. Because there has been so much rain, the spurts were extremely high and you had to be careful not to get soaked. We had some good laughs at the blokes that did get soaked.
On our way out of Kiama we saw a trillion rainbows.
It was so nice to see the sky clear up. Apparently Australia has been in a drought for the past decade and all of this rain is very unusual. Tim was telling me that the dams have been severely low, under 40% full and that the rain was much indeed needed. I'm glad to hear that the rain was a blessing and not just a nuisance.
The rain forest had to be my favorite part of the day. The climb to the falls (Minnamurra Falls) was much needed strenuous exercise. But the view when we finally did get there was outstanding! None of us wanted to leave, but the park was shutting down and we didn't want to be locked in.
It was great to get to see a familiar face and have conversations with Christians. Tim works with camps that work with the local Christian schools and some of the public schools as well. I also got to talk a lot with Renee about Australian education, special education, and things around that topic. She is in college to be a teacher at the moment.
Tomorrow I go to my home stay. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. But I have no doubt it will be an amazing experience.
Goodnight to all of you! Sleep well.
Friday, July 22, 2011
A Day With my Girls
No class today, so Steph, Katie and I took off as soon as possible.
We were of course prepared for the rain but of course, the rainman won and by 11am we were drenched. I actually wrung my pant legs out and watched the puddles form beneath them.
After a lunch of wedges at Pontoon, we decided to head to the mall in search of rain boots.
HOW COME AUSTRALIANS DON'T WEAR RAINBOOTS???? There were absolutely none in the stores. None at all. It's been raining straight for a week, how can this not be normal? Alas...no boots for the rain. Feeling rather dejected in our sloshing pants and shoes, we continued our search for waterproof boots. Surprisingly enough, it led us to Uggs. And yes, today I purchased a pair of Uggs. I must say in my defense that I believe these particular boots to be of value to Michigan winters. A completely leather (water-proof) outer and sheepskin lined inner (toasty warm) along with a grippy bottom, I think I am justified. But, of course, by this time I was so tired of soaking all of my pants and shoes through, I would have gone to any extreme to justify warm and dry feet.
The next exciting event of the day was catching the ferry to Manly. Because of all of the inclement weather, the heads of the waves are rather high. The ferry captain closed off all of the outer decks and asked everyone to go to their seats and hold on to their belongings. Rightfully so! I watched my brolly swing from one end of the ship to the other as we crashed into waves right and left. It was quite an adventure watching the ferry tossed to and fro in the waves. But, we made it through to the other side safe and sound.
As if THAT wasn't enough (being in one piece and all), the entire reason we were headed to Manly was so that Katie could go diving with the sharks. Yes, true story. After nearly losing her life at sea, she was about to risk it again to the sharks.
I am happy to say that Katie made it in and out alive. Terrified, but alive! The only regret on the night on her part was not asking the diving instructor (ie "Hot Chris") to dinner with her afterwards. Oh well, better luck with the Reef divers ;)
We were of course prepared for the rain but of course, the rainman won and by 11am we were drenched. I actually wrung my pant legs out and watched the puddles form beneath them.
After a lunch of wedges at Pontoon, we decided to head to the mall in search of rain boots.
HOW COME AUSTRALIANS DON'T WEAR RAINBOOTS???? There were absolutely none in the stores. None at all. It's been raining straight for a week, how can this not be normal? Alas...no boots for the rain. Feeling rather dejected in our sloshing pants and shoes, we continued our search for waterproof boots. Surprisingly enough, it led us to Uggs. And yes, today I purchased a pair of Uggs. I must say in my defense that I believe these particular boots to be of value to Michigan winters. A completely leather (water-proof) outer and sheepskin lined inner (toasty warm) along with a grippy bottom, I think I am justified. But, of course, by this time I was so tired of soaking all of my pants and shoes through, I would have gone to any extreme to justify warm and dry feet.
The next exciting event of the day was catching the ferry to Manly. Because of all of the inclement weather, the heads of the waves are rather high. The ferry captain closed off all of the outer decks and asked everyone to go to their seats and hold on to their belongings. Rightfully so! I watched my brolly swing from one end of the ship to the other as we crashed into waves right and left. It was quite an adventure watching the ferry tossed to and fro in the waves. But, we made it through to the other side safe and sound.
As if THAT wasn't enough (being in one piece and all), the entire reason we were headed to Manly was so that Katie could go diving with the sharks. Yes, true story. After nearly losing her life at sea, she was about to risk it again to the sharks.
I am happy to say that Katie made it in and out alive. Terrified, but alive! The only regret on the night on her part was not asking the diving instructor (ie "Hot Chris") to dinner with her afterwards. Oh well, better luck with the Reef divers ;)
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The rainy days don't go away
How is Australia a desert? It has not stopped raining!!! 
These pictures were taken at Hyde Park yesterday afternoon. We got out of class early and made a break for the parks (most things around here close at 5 or 5:30pm!).
We split in two groups when we got to the Botanical Gardens. Katie and I wanted to wander the gardens while the other girls wanted to go to the point to capture the Opera House and Sydney Bridge in the same photo. Unfortunately, we didn't think of setting a meeting place and time and so we lost our comrades along the way.
The other attraction that Katie and I were set on seeing was Luna Park. Let me tell you-it was quite the adventure getting ourselves to Luna Park. It went something like this:
Katie and I wanted to at least say that we tried to find our friends. We waited at the gates for 10 minutes even after they were closed. We decided to venture over to the Opera House to see if the girls were there trying to buy tickets. On the way over, of course out of no where, the rain began to come down. Lucky for Katie and I, we got drenched at Circular Quay the night before and had learned where the store fronts covered us from rain and where the underground walk ways were. Half way to the Opera House we decided to turn around. There was no way we would maybe find 4 girls in the massive crowds.
So, on to the train station. Milson's was the stop right before Town Hall and the park couldn't be too hard to find from there. That is, if it was light out and the weather was cooperating. Of course, it was nearly 6 and the sun was long gone for the winter night. And, of course, the rain just fell harder and harder. But, nevermind all of that, I am only in Sydney once and I will see all of the sights, even if the rain accompanies me the entire way.
On to the train we hopped with soggy shoes. But soggy shoes are nothing to complain about when the rest of your body is dry. It was quite the accomplishment.
At Milson's we hopped off the train in a torrential down pour to say the least. There was a sign pointing towards Luna Park and so we decided to follow it. Then the winds picked up. REALLY up! At one point as Katie and I were standing on a corner waiting to cross the road, our umbrellas went inside-out and Katie clung to the nearest pole. Yes, we really were going to get blown away.
But what does that matter when you are half-way across the world for what may be the only time in your life? Luna Park had to be seen! Onward-ho!
Needless to say, we were soaked to our undies by the time we reached the mouth. Completely drenched, yet still holding on to our stupid little brollies.
Now let me tell you, Katie has a brolly complex. She seems to think that if she continues to hold on to it in the rain, regardless of the fact that it has poked a hole into itself, or that the metal structure is completely compromised, she wins. Here is a conversation we had on the train ride home as we sat in our own puddles looking like we went for a swim in our clothes:
Katie "I'm going to try to mend my umbrella. Duct tape fixes everything."
Me "You do realize that it's completely useless don't you? I think you're in denial."
Katie "If I throw it away it wins."
Me "Look at you! It already won!!!"
What is really important is that this conversation was frequently and abruptly interrupted by rounds of laughter and took about 5 minutes to come out of our mouths in-between gasps for air. I think the entire train thought us to be loony. But hey, it's completely normal to have umbrellas in your hand and be soaked to your bottom from the rain...isn't it...all for a photo that won't turn right-side-up!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
I didn't get lost... But my luggage did!
Today we went to the Harbour.
Now, the wind and water and boats were all nice and dandy. But, by far, my favorite part of the day was eating wedges at Pontoons. You MUST try these sometimes. It's regular potato fry wedges. BUT when you dip them in sweet chili sauce and sour cream you have created a whole new way to eat potatoes! Believe me! If only for one thing, this would be the reason to come to Sydney!
PLUS not only did Pontoons have the best wedges ever, but they even had live acoustic music! Two men with their guitars. Life can't get much better than that. I was very upset when they decided they needed a lunch break. I mean, c'mon you're getting paid to play...not to take a break! Hearing good acoustic guitar and voices to match half way across the world made me fall in love. Not with anything particular, it's just that my heart felt at home, and therefore I was in love...I suppose with a feeling. Whatever. It was much needed!
Another favorite part of Darling Harbour is Paddy's Market. This is definitely the most absolutely greatest place to buy souveners that ever existed! I got a zip up hoodie for $10!!! And I got 3 t-shirts for $20. You just can't beat that. And when you come from a family of 8 other people, places like these hug your pocket book, instead of snatching it away. Let's forget the part where everything is made in China...
Luckily enough for us today, we managed to find our way back to the train station and to Macquarie without a single ounce of getting lost. We were hopeful for our luggage to meet us at our doors. But, alas, it is still lost. Blasted Dallas. I would drop kick Dallas if I could!
Now, the wind and water and boats were all nice and dandy. But, by far, my favorite part of the day was eating wedges at Pontoons. You MUST try these sometimes. It's regular potato fry wedges. BUT when you dip them in sweet chili sauce and sour cream you have created a whole new way to eat potatoes! Believe me! If only for one thing, this would be the reason to come to Sydney!
PLUS not only did Pontoons have the best wedges ever, but they even had live acoustic music! Two men with their guitars. Life can't get much better than that. I was very upset when they decided they needed a lunch break. I mean, c'mon you're getting paid to play...not to take a break! Hearing good acoustic guitar and voices to match half way across the world made me fall in love. Not with anything particular, it's just that my heart felt at home, and therefore I was in love...I suppose with a feeling. Whatever. It was much needed!
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Luckily enough for us today, we managed to find our way back to the train station and to Macquarie without a single ounce of getting lost. We were hopeful for our luggage to meet us at our doors. But, alas, it is still lost. Blasted Dallas. I would drop kick Dallas if I could!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Half or Whole?
Today was our first day in Sydney. We arrived here around 8 in the morning only to find that our baggage was not flying with us. But we kept up positive attitudes and hopped in the waiting bus to see this city we traveled 60 hours to get to.
Featherdale Park was the first stop. Koalas and kangaroos galore!!! And that is not an exaggeration. I cannot tell you how amazingly charming and gentle these little guys are. I even made friends with an albino kangaroo. I got him to hop next to me as I jogged. I guess I have a way with animals down under.
The cutest surprise was three little dingo puppies chewing everything they could get a hold of.
Everything here is so different and yet not really different at all. Kookaburras are all over the place and it is their song that wakes you in the morning.
After Featherdale Park we headed out to Fairfax View Point. There was a nature trail that continued for some time. I guess we didn't really care about that, just the viewing spot and we stopped there to take it all in. Looking down at the ocean below made me wish I could just jump right in. Of course, common sense stopped me as I kept thinking that almost every thing in Australia is deadly, especially in the water!
Before we made our way from Featherdale to Fairfax, we stopped for a bite to eat in Manly. Of course, bathroom breaks are a must (they are referred to as toilets here, not bathrooms). Katie and I left together to relieve ourselves. As I walked out of the stall we made eye contact and started laughing. Neither one of us knew how to flush the toilet. There were a couple circles on the way above it...but they didn't do anything...and there was no flusher.
Apparently, here in Australia, you have two choices: half flush or whole flush (specifically designated for 1 or 2). There are circles on the walls to be pressed. We found this out later, of course, long after we walked away from our unflushed toilets.
After Fairfax, we caught the ferry across the sea to the train station and made our way to the dorms for the night. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep at 6pm and didn't wake again til 6 in the morning. The rest was well deserved!
The cutest surprise was three little dingo puppies chewing everything they could get a hold of.
Everything here is so different and yet not really different at all. Kookaburras are all over the place and it is their song that wakes you in the morning.
After Featherdale Park we headed out to Fairfax View Point. There was a nature trail that continued for some time. I guess we didn't really care about that, just the viewing spot and we stopped there to take it all in. Looking down at the ocean below made me wish I could just jump right in. Of course, common sense stopped me as I kept thinking that almost every thing in Australia is deadly, especially in the water!
Before we made our way from Featherdale to Fairfax, we stopped for a bite to eat in Manly. Of course, bathroom breaks are a must (they are referred to as toilets here, not bathrooms). Katie and I left together to relieve ourselves. As I walked out of the stall we made eye contact and started laughing. Neither one of us knew how to flush the toilet. There were a couple circles on the way above it...but they didn't do anything...and there was no flusher.
Apparently, here in Australia, you have two choices: half flush or whole flush (specifically designated for 1 or 2). There are circles on the walls to be pressed. We found this out later, of course, long after we walked away from our unflushed toilets.
After Fairfax, we caught the ferry across the sea to the train station and made our way to the dorms for the night. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep at 6pm and didn't wake again til 6 in the morning. The rest was well deserved!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Here I am in... Vancouver?!?
Yo Party Peoples,
How's it going?
I'm sitting here in Dallas where the temp today reached 102 degrees F and 98% humidity. I don't know how people live here!
So apparently there were some mechanical difficulties with the plane that was supposed to fly from Dallas to Detroit to pick us up so AA had to wait for a different plane that could fly this way. That delayed our original flight 2 hours. We were booked to arrive in Dallas at 9:50p and to run to catch Qantas as 10:00p. However, they flew away without us (we didn't get off the Dallas plane till a quarter past 10 anyhow).
The flight was good. It was full of old people traveling back to Dallas. I don't know what brought them to Michigan, but they seemed to be having the time of their lives. Many of them heard about us having little chance to catch our Sydney flight and they were all rooting for us. You gotta love old people. It felt like a mix between Home Alone and Return to Me LOL. One of the ladies across the aisle even prayed for us to catch our plane. I absolutely love that. Look at Jesus working all the way over here in Dallas. God makes me smile :)
I sat next to Katie on the plane. She hates planes. They make her completely freak out. Halfway through the flight she popped some Benedryl and was relatively calm from that point on (after, of course grabbing my hand several times and keeping her eyes shut the whole trip).
Tomorrow we leave for Vancouver of all places. It's the soonest flight to Sydney that wasn't already booked. I'm pretty excited. I've never been in a part of Canada that can't be seen from Detroit. I don't know how much we will be able to see though, it may just happen that we stay at the airport all day. But, I am going to see what I can do to persuade my traveling posse otherwise.
On the upside, I get more flying miles for the extra trip :) AND- I get my passport stamped in Vancouver. Double Bonus!
Oh yeah, one more thing. I am definitely allergic to misquitos. I keep getting bites that swell up really big a couple days later and are very hot to the touch. I don't know what happened to make it like that, but I hope I don't get bit by stuff in Australia. I don't want to be swollen the whole time I am down under.
I'll upload pictures as soon as I get ahold of my connecting cord packing in my checked baggage. Be safe everyone. Love Jesus. Sleep well.
How's it going?
I'm sitting here in Dallas where the temp today reached 102 degrees F and 98% humidity. I don't know how people live here!
So apparently there were some mechanical difficulties with the plane that was supposed to fly from Dallas to Detroit to pick us up so AA had to wait for a different plane that could fly this way. That delayed our original flight 2 hours. We were booked to arrive in Dallas at 9:50p and to run to catch Qantas as 10:00p. However, they flew away without us (we didn't get off the Dallas plane till a quarter past 10 anyhow).
The flight was good. It was full of old people traveling back to Dallas. I don't know what brought them to Michigan, but they seemed to be having the time of their lives. Many of them heard about us having little chance to catch our Sydney flight and they were all rooting for us. You gotta love old people. It felt like a mix between Home Alone and Return to Me LOL. One of the ladies across the aisle even prayed for us to catch our plane. I absolutely love that. Look at Jesus working all the way over here in Dallas. God makes me smile :)
I sat next to Katie on the plane. She hates planes. They make her completely freak out. Halfway through the flight she popped some Benedryl and was relatively calm from that point on (after, of course grabbing my hand several times and keeping her eyes shut the whole trip).
Tomorrow we leave for Vancouver of all places. It's the soonest flight to Sydney that wasn't already booked. I'm pretty excited. I've never been in a part of Canada that can't be seen from Detroit. I don't know how much we will be able to see though, it may just happen that we stay at the airport all day. But, I am going to see what I can do to persuade my traveling posse otherwise.
On the upside, I get more flying miles for the extra trip :) AND- I get my passport stamped in Vancouver. Double Bonus!
Oh yeah, one more thing. I am definitely allergic to misquitos. I keep getting bites that swell up really big a couple days later and are very hot to the touch. I don't know what happened to make it like that, but I hope I don't get bit by stuff in Australia. I don't want to be swollen the whole time I am down under.
I'll upload pictures as soon as I get ahold of my connecting cord packing in my checked baggage. Be safe everyone. Love Jesus. Sleep well.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Waiting on Tomorrow
Hello!
Only one more day until I fly away. I cannot wait. I am flying with 4 other classmates. We fly out of Detroit and have a layover in Dallas and then straight away to Sydney.
During the first two weeks of the program we will be taking class at the Macquarie University in Sydney. After that we will head out to work with our placement schools. I am placed at Arndell Anglican Junior College with Year 6 students. I will be staying at the headmaster's house with him and his family and teaching with one of the Year 6 teachers. The headmaster lives at the base of the Blue Mountains in Kurrajong. I am very excited to live in this part of Sydney. I've always wanted to be in the mountains and this may be the closest I get for some time.
I will post more as my adventures begin. Right now I have to redo one of my assignments as I accidentally deleted it off of my computer :( Better luck next time I suppose.
Only one more day until I fly away. I cannot wait. I am flying with 4 other classmates. We fly out of Detroit and have a layover in Dallas and then straight away to Sydney.
During the first two weeks of the program we will be taking class at the Macquarie University in Sydney. After that we will head out to work with our placement schools. I am placed at Arndell Anglican Junior College with Year 6 students. I will be staying at the headmaster's house with him and his family and teaching with one of the Year 6 teachers. The headmaster lives at the base of the Blue Mountains in Kurrajong. I am very excited to live in this part of Sydney. I've always wanted to be in the mountains and this may be the closest I get for some time.
I will post more as my adventures begin. Right now I have to redo one of my assignments as I accidentally deleted it off of my computer :( Better luck next time I suppose.
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