Someone to Love Them

After missing the last 7 school days due to a terrible ice storm that left back roads frozen and inaccessible, we are finally going back to school tomorrow. I never thought I would say this, but I'm ready to go back! The unexpected time at home has allowed me to spend time with my daughter, clean the house, write, go shopping, and do several other activities that I normally don't have time for. On the other hand, it has once again taught me that I am not cut out to be a stay at home mother, and given me an increasing respect for those who are. Yesterday two of my daughter's friends came to hang out for a while, and by the time they left a few hours later, the house that I had just cleaned suddenly looked like a tornado had passed through. Although I had time to put everything back in order, I lacked the energy, and the desire. Not wanting to be cooped up in the house any longer, I urgently told my daughter, "Put your coat on! We're going to Wal-Mart!" It wasn't just the fact that I was irritated by the mess that I wanted to get away; it was that I missed my routine, my busy lifestyle, and yes, I even missed my students. The same students who drove me to a higher level of annoyance than the two girls who wrecked my living room, day after day after day. The same students who talked when they were supposed to be silent and were silent when they were supposed to talk. The same students who could instantly ruin a well-crafted lesson with the smell of a fart or the sight of an insect. So, why did I miss those hooligans? Why did I miss the same silly behaviors that made me more anxious for the next break than for my weekly dessert? For the same reason that I miss my daughter anytime I am away from her. Because deep down, there's a part of me that loves each of my students as one of my own--even the ones who constantly interrupt, laugh, bully, curse, cheat, or anything else to irritate me. Parents understand that we don't get to choose the qualities our children are born with, but we love them all the same. It doesn't matter if they're a straight A student, a standout athlete, a talented musician or a nobody; the only thing that matters is that they're ours, and we've been honored with the great responsibility of teaching and raising them. Normally those students who annoy me most don't possess any hidden talents, either; they're simply crying out for attention in the only way they know how. All they really want is someone to listen to their quirky questions, laugh at their obnoxious jokes, correct their pesky behaviors; all they really need is someone to love them. Sometimes it just takes me being away from them for a few days to remember how much.

The Ride Home

My music-listening, cell-phone texting, social butterfly of a student surprised me today by asking me to give her a ride. My initial thought was, “No!” Not on Friday afternoon before a three-day weekend, when the sun is shining bright and I was already dreaming of my feet running for the first time in two weeks; not to mention that I had a daughter to pick up, groceries to buy, and clothes to wash. Yet she had the courage to make this request as if I had all the time in the world. But instead of saying no, I found myself instantly saying yes—and instantly regretted it. First, she showed up 15 minutes later than the time I told her we would leave. Next, she had me take her to a post office so that she could pick up her new shoes that she was eagerly waiting to try on; and even asked me to get out of the car and wait in line with her. Then, I found out that she also intended for me to take her home—another twenty minute drive in the opposite direction. A new tank full of gas and several traffic jams later, I finally arrived at the babysitter’s house to pick up my daughter, tired, hungry, and desperately needing a bathroom. But somewhere in the middle of the conversation about the shoes she bought for $80 from Vancouver, Canada that was her first new pair of shoes in more than a year, I realized that I was the one being selfish—not her. An integral part of my Christian responsibility is to let others see Christ living in me in at all times—even when someone asks me to do something that I really don’t want to do. As we drove, she started telling me about how her parents constantly argue, never provide enough food for her, and try to control everything she does. They don’t even let her talk to any of her friends from school for fear that she might turn on them. I imagine that once she gets home in the afternoon, she has very little human interaction until she arrives at school the next day. More than anything, I patiently listened and just let her talk. Great teaching is just as much what happens outside of the classroom as what happens during class time. It’s about so much more than being just a teacher; it’s about being a listener, a caregiver, and sometimes even a mother. It’s about teaching the students valuable life lessons that they can never learn from sitting in the classroom—like how, exactly, to retrieve a package from the post office and sign for it (she really did not know!) Those are the kind of acts that the students will remember more than any classroom lesson. So, I can only hope that one day, several years from now, this student will remember me not as the one who helped her pass a test, but as the one who showed her love and compassion on a day that maybe no one else would have. If she does, then my one day of forfeiting my run and arriving at the house an hour and a half later than anticipated with no groceries and no time to make supper is one small sacrifice that is worth so much more than a typical Friday afternoon.

Music to My Ears

Music to my Ears A few weeks ago, when I picked up my 3-year-old daughter Susana from the babysitter, she did not run up to give me a hug and kiss and declare how much she missed me; instead, she ran the other direction when she saw me coming, then went to hide under a small table where she knew I couldn’t reach her. When I did finally grab her a few minutes later, she was kicking, screaming, hitting, and anything else to show how unhappy she was about leaving her friends and their many exciting toys. It didn’t stop there; once we got in the car, she continued to scream so loudly that even the radio couldn’t tune her out, and even yelled at me to stop the car a few times. By the time we got home, ten minutes later that felt more like thirty minutes, I was crying and couldn’t even look at her without becoming more upset. Blame it on my hormones, blame it on my students, or blame it on the fact that I am a woman and allow my emotions to overrun me sometimes, but whatever the case, I reached a point when I simply did not know what else to do. I had tried every kind of discipline I’d read about and even a few of my own, yet none of them could take away the screaming in my ears—or worse, the pain inside my heart. The next day, I took my third and fourth grade students to the computer lab for a research project. Big mistake. Half of the computers didn’t work, three-fourths of my students didn’t know how to log on to the internet by themselves, and all of them needed me to help them with something in just that moment. Once again I felt the excruciating ringing in my ears (this time in the form of “Mrs. Jimenez! I need help! Mrs. Jimenez! What do I do?”) and the increasing feeling that if the noise didn’t stop soon, I might have to implode. But teaching, like parenting, means loving your students even when they are yelling in your ears. Somehow I finally managed to get around to all of my needy students, help them log on, and get them started on their assignment—all without imploding. In return, they were able to work independently (well, almost), doing something that they loved. For once none of them asked to go to the bathroom, and by the time class ended they couldn’t believe it was time to go already. When we did leave, several of them asked me when we were going to come back and do it again. In order to make music, you have to make noise. You also have to practice, practice, practice, relying on others to help you learn. At the beginning of the class my students made a lot of noise, distracting me, distracting others, but it was necessary for the beautiful melodies they created at the end of the class in the form of their finished research projects. If I had given in to the noise and taken them back to the classroom to do “boring work” like I had threatened, I would have never heard the final sounds. More importantly, my students would have never learned the valuable lesson of sticking with it when something is new, different, or seemingly difficult. Susana’s music that started as screams ended as joyful laughs. A few minutes after we got home, I was sitting on the couch, tired of the crying and screaming and anger. Susana finally noticed how upset I was and came to sit with me. She started tugging at my eyelashes, making me laugh. Before I knew it we were both laughing hysterically, and the meltdown from the previous twenty minutes was soon forgotten. As a mother, I must be firm and discipline my child even when she is doing everything in her power to make me give in. I must also show her love and attention, rejoice when she rejoices, cry when she cries. I must show her through my example that I don’t let temporary moments of insanity change my resolve. As a teacher, I must also be there for my students when they are acting unmotivated, uncooperative, or unreasonable. I must be patient with them when they feel like giving up and teach them how to endure difficult situations. If I do, the end product will always be music to my ears.

Friday, AKA Assessment Day

Friday, aka Assessment Day We made it! It’s Friday, it’s finally Friday! So why do we feel drained instead of energized? If you are like me, you count your days until the weekend, daydreaming of dwaddling in the park, sipping milkshades in the shade, and reading books that have nothing to do with teaching. Then when Friday afternoon finally gets here, we go home…and crash. No energy left to even think about a relaxing soak in the tub, much less a fun night on the town. Today was a typical Friday for me; in other words, hectic, but without a lot of direct instruction. For many of us teachers, Fridays are the days that we assess students for everything learned during the week, and today was no exception. I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off printing and making copies before class. I tried to sound angry and threatening as I warned my students “today is the last day!” to get the work done that they’ve been putting off all week (even though secretly I know I’m not allowed to take off points for late or unfinished work because of the new grading policy). I walked from desk to desk, trying to keep each student on task as each and every one worked on a different assignment. I answered question after question, spelled word after word. I made on-the-spot accommodations for my lower level students and tried to provide effective feedback for my higher level students. I monitored my entire classroom as one-fourth took a test, one-fourth “read” books on the carpet, one-fourth STILL was trying to get their work done, and the last fourth was doing who knows what. I listened intently to my students taking a reading assessment while at the same time scanning the room for potential chaos. I tried to score the reading test objectively and effectively, even though in the background I could hear the student all the way across the room louder than the one who was sitting right in front of me struggling to read the words that were way over his head anyway. I resisted my inside urge to yell “stop the craziness!” and calmly rang my warning bell instead (they were on task and following directions, after all). I finally managed to ignore all the noise and focus only on this one student, only to discover minutes later that another boy had thrown up all over his desk (and test paper) while I was shooing away anyone who tried to interrupt me YET again. I stayed after my students were gone to clean up the disgusting throw up mess, not wanting to get the custodian on my bad side. I ate most of my lunch in the car because my class ended late and I was cleaning up the throw up when it should have been my actual lunch time. And now, when I finally have a chance to do some planning, I take out my laptop and write about my day; which means that tomorrow, I will be scrambling to get my lesson plans done, and Sunday, I will be scrambling to get my grades done. So…why am I so excited that today is Friday? Why do I feel like this day is really any different from any other day? For starters, the boy who gave me lip and attitude at the beginning of class was smiling and talking jokingly by the end. The boy who was at the point of tears because he “didn’t know where to start” came up and gave me a big hug out of the blue. The boy who threw up will (hopefully) remember that I listened patiently when he told me three times that “I’m not sick, I just ate a cookie for snack time that had too much sugar in it.” I’m excited because when I finally get around to grading those papers on Sunday (or the next Sunday), I will see that most of my students do not earn low grades because I took the time to push them through the assignment even when it killed us, and that most of them will pass the test because we took the time to carefully review. And hopefully, by the end of the year, I will see the scores on those cursed reading tests go up…because I was able to block everything out of my mind and let the students act a little crazy for 20 minutes of my day. Fellow teachers, I hope your Friday was as memorable as mine was. Teach on.

Miniscule and Worthless

Miniscule and Worthless A girl killed herself Today Because of bullying. She was only 13. A few hours later, I watched two boys With a strong build Get taken away— Handcuffed. They were also 13. They were selling drugs On the school bus To some younger students— All of them children. Children. Not even old enough to drive. 13. 13 years for their mothers To protect them, Provide for them, And punish them. 13 years for their Teachers to instruct them about Figurative language, ancient civilizations, ratios, and plant cells. And all for what? Because in one moment, 13 years of coddling, pleading, and guiding, Turned into a 13 second mistake When they made a single decision— Alone— Their parents and teachers not there to shout “NO!”— That will forever change their lives; Maybe even haunt them. What will their mothers do now, after those 13 years of parenting wash away in their endless tears? As a teacher, I teach my students How to add, How to read, How to write, How to conduct experiments, And a number of other so called skills that will one day make them successful. But if I don’t teach them how to live their lives: Overcome challenges, Stand up for themselves, Ask for help when they are truly struggling— Then all of the other miniscule facts That I’ve taught them Are just that— Miniscule. Miniscule…and worthless.

Un Repaso de Los Ultimos 8 Meses...

Adentro de nuestro apartamento.



Afuera de nuestro apartamento, cuando habia mucha nieve en Nashville.



!Fuimos a divertirnos con la nieve, en Virginia!


Nuestra cocina.


Un parque en el centro de Atlanta (donde viven mis papas).


El edificio de capital de Nashville (donde vivimos).


Fuimos a ver un partido de beisbol profesional en Atlanta.


La iglesia donde se reune mi familia.


Aqui estamos en frente de las oficinas principales de CNN, en Atlanta, Georgia.

Pues el tiempo ha volado. No puedo creer que ya llevamos 8 meses aqui. Cuando llegamos tuvimos muy poco tiempo para buscar trabajos y encontrar donde vivir. Pocos dias antes del inicio de clases yo encontre un trabajo como maestra en una preparatoria. Lo bueno es que encontre un trabajo (en un tiempo cuando muchos no tienen). Lo malo es que no estaba en la misma ciudad de mi familia. Es una lastima, pero claro que mi familia me apoya completamente. Solo son 4 1/2 horas, asi que podemos viajar a verles en vacaciones. De hecho, alli estamos ahora porque no hay clases esta semana.


Fui por la entrevista un viernes, y tuve que entrar a clases el lunes! Asi que tuvimos solo dos dias para buscar un apartamento, despedir a mi familia, y mover todas las cosas de Georgia a Tennessee. La cuidad donde vivimos se llama Nashville; es la capital del estado de Tennessee (en el sureste de los EE.UU.) Es la ciudad mas grande de Tennessee, pero un poco mas pequeno que Tuxtla y mucho mas grande que San Cristobal. Tuvimos que quedarnos en un hotel la primera semana mientras buscamos un apartamento; pero lo que por fin encontramos nos gusta mucho, asi que valio la pena.


Estoy ensenando ingles a jovenes de otros paises. Tengo alumnos de 14-21 anos de edad. La mayoria viene de Centro America aunque tambien hay de Egipto, Somalia, China, y otras partes de Africa. Muchos son refugiados. Bueno hay seis periodos de clases y estan dividos en cuatro niveles, de principiantes que acaban de llegar a avanzados, que ya llevan como 5 anos aqui pero todavia necesitan ayuda en leer y escribir ingles. Me encantan las clases y lo que puedo ensenar. Por otro lado, siempre hay retos con los alumos. Por ejemplo, quieren pelear mucho, algunos les falta mucho respecto, y algunos casi nunca vienen a la clase (buscan lugares en la escuela donde esconderse). Pero creo que poco por poco mientras estoy conociendoloes mas el trabajo es mas facil y mas agradable. La escuela es la mas grande de Tennessee ademas de universidades; tiene 2,500 alumnos! Me llevó mas de una semana para ubicarme bien ; )


Jose Luis les envia saludos tambien. Siempre preguntamos por ustedes aunque no pudimos escribir. El se ha acostumbrado muy bien a la vida americana. (Pero mejor preguntenles a el.) No pudo empezar a trabajar tan rapido, porque tuvo que esperar a recibir su permiso de trabajo (lo que llevó algunos meses de conseguir.) Ademas, es muy complicado aqui conseguir un trabajo. Muchos piensan que es facil conseguir trabajo aqui, pero les aseguro que nada mas es un mito! Es cierto, hay mas trabajo, pero tambien hay mas desempleados. Asi que la competencia es dura. Primero hay que hacer una aplicacion online que lleva por lo menos una hora de cumplir y trae preguntas dificiles. (Por ejemplo, que harias si un empleado llevara cosas sin pedir permiso? Y hay que hacer una respuesta de por lo menos un parafo.) Despues, si pasan esa parte de aplicacion, tienen 2 entrevistas con personas diferentes, una semana de entrenamiento, y por fin el trabajo. Y en el principio no les dan muchas horas, a proposito. Asi que, si, es muy complicado. Ahorita esta trabajando en un restaurante. No es exactamente el trabajo que queria, pero de todos modos es un gran logro considerando que tuvo que hacer todo en ingles (que por supuesto ha mejorado mucho desde que llegamos). Trabaja con algunas personas de Mexico y Honduras. Estamos esperando que pueda conseguir un mejor trabajo despues. Todavia esta interesado en ser un ministro hispano (en otras palabras ir a evangelizar a algunos de los hispanos que viven aqui y empezar una nueva iglesia con ellos). Pero casi todas las iglesias no son suficientemente grande para darle apoyo, asi que seria nada mas voluntario. (Y como viven lejos y estamos trabajando en diferentes tiempos, eso es dificil.)


Nos reunimos en Mt. Juliet Church of Christ. Esta un poco lejos de donde vivimos, como 20 minutos. Pero yo ya conoci a los hermanos desde antes, y es una buena iglesia. Tiene casi 1,000 miembros con 4 ministros principales y 10 ancianos (y como 70 diaconos). Nosotros asistimos a las clases de "parejas jovenes." Toda la gente es muy amable, y hay muchas oportunidades para servir. Un hermano llego de Honduras casi al mismo tiempo que Jose Luis y empezo una iglesia hispana alla. El tambien se caso con una hermana americana de aca y son casi la misma edad que nosotros, asi que estamos haciendonos buenos amigos. Les apoyamos con todo que podemos con la iglesia. Jose Luis ayuda con partes de la adoracion, y yo a veces ayudo con clases de ninos y clases de ingles. En este poco tiempo la iglesia ha crecido a casi 15 miembros; es muy emocionante! Casi todos los hermanos son de Mexico.

Vamos a tratar de estar escribiendo mas enseguida, asi que si pueden estar checando el blog sera genial.

Some Blessed Campaigns

After being without a computer, teaching, and traveling a lot, I am finally able to update my blog once again—and a lot has happened since the last time I wrote! I think I am a little ¨campaigned out¨--(not that that`s a bad thing.)

Viaje a El Salvador

First, in Marzo, José Luis and I had the 1. privilegio of going to El Salvador for a medical mission 2. campaña with the Mt. Juliet church. We had to take tres different busses and travel nearly 24 horas straight, but it was well worth it! It was my fourth vez to go, and José Luis`3. primera (and first time out of the 4. paìs other than Guatemala). I am so glad that he was finalmente able to meet some of my American amigos. He was really 5. impresionado with the way we conduct the campaign, and very 6. cansado by the end of the week. For the most part we worked in the 7. clinica, giving the 8. presentaciòn de salud (as you can see in this foto), and helping the people find their way around. One day we also got to leave to evangelizar juntos. Casi all of the people we talked to were polite, and interesados in what we had to teach them. José Luis also hung around the parque during the nightly worship service to invite the people he saw and talk to them about the Biblia. We both left feeling fired up to evangelize more here in Mexico. By the way, José Luis loved listening to us sing and also came back with a 9. deseo to teach songs with partes to the jovenes.

Campaña en San Cristobal

José Luis and another man hung this sign on the church to let people know about the campaign.

10. Poco tiempo after we got back, the church here in San Cristobal also hosted a campaign. The campaigns are much different here from what we`re used to. Think gospel meeting combined with lectureship, but on a much larger scale. The church started planning for the evento about one year ago, and each of us proposed at that time how much money we could give. When it was all said and done, we spent about 63,000 pesos (about $6,000 11. dolares)—all of which came from the members´own pockets. Those who came to the campaign also spent a great deal of money, as some traveled from as far away as 18 hours. It was the week of spring break, so many familias chose to attend the campaign instead of taking a 12. vacaciòn. We invited cristianos from all over Chiapas, as well as other parts of Mexico. I think nearly every congregación in Chiapas had at least one person represented. On viernes there were 13. practicamente 600 people in attendance (as you can see from the foto). Since the church building is not big enough to hold so many people, we rented a hall. We also provided every meal and housing for each of the guests. John Dial from Mississippi gave a few lessons, as well as one man from Guatemala and one from Santo Domingo, Chiapas.

Typically we had two or three Bible studies cada día, as well as one or two hours when the damas had a clase, the jovenes had a clase, and the men went out to evangelize. Over 100 teens came! José Luis and I stayed busy planning actividades for all of them. We took advantage of some of the 14. tiempo libre to have icebreakers and fun games with them. We also organized a few 15. competencias, in which they participated with the 16. mismo team of 8-10 people each day. The first day we had a soccer 17. torneo, the second day we had relays, and the third day we had a little mini Bible bowl. The two winning 18. equipos received prizes on the last day.

This was one of the relays the jovenes participated in with their teams.

Baptism in El Salvador, and baptism of José Luis and I´s grandfather in San Cristobal.

Probablemente the best part of these two campaigns were the bautismos—21 in each one. Several teens got baptized during the San Cristobal campaign, including two of the girls from church. Marisol (the girl I had been studying with) seemed to be discouraged and was not coming to church as much; and I have not been able to 19. visitar her as much as I`d like because of my 20. trabajo. But she came consistently to the campaign, and managed to bring her esposo, in-laws, and several other family members with her. Then on Sunday morning, the last day of the campaign, her husband said that he was ready to be baptized. Marisol looked so happy when I went to congratulate her! Also my future sister-in-law got baptized, José Luis´grandparents, and one other man that my father-in-law had been studying with. I am very 21. orgullosa of him for all the evangelizing he´s been doing! He has been trying to talk to his parents about the gospel for years, but they never wanted to listen. Finally his persistence paid off! Since most of my extended family was raised in the church, I cannot even imagine how happy José Luis´ family must feel. The abuelos live in a small town about 20 minutos from here where there are several denominational churches, but no Church of Christ. (Actually, they were Pentecostals before, and said that they felt ready for a change when the church introduced more 22. moderna types of music—musica that they felt was inappropriate for 23. adoración.) Please pray for all those who got baptized, and also that we can start a new church in this pueblo! Members of José Luis´family after we had a Bible study with his grandparents at their rancho.

Clases Biblicas en la Costa

Then last week (the second week of spring break) I traveled to the east 24. costa of Chiapas to help an American who came, Larry Foster. Larry was in San Cristobal just a few months ago, but he wanted to come back and give his class in other areas of the preaching schools. For meses I was calling the directores to make sure there would be no conflictos with the 25. fechas and telling them about the classes—all to no avail. They conveniently forgot about all the planes we had made over the phone and ended up putting something together at the last minute. Mexicans really take dates and eventos for granted, and fail to plan in advance. (In this picture we crammed about 30 predicadores into someone´s living room to show them the photo presentation. Sometimes we have to work with very primitive locations. Another place we went did not have electricity, and they had to hook up 2 or 3 extension cords to the neighbor´s house.)

Larry, meanwhile, was sending me 26. mensajes almost 27. diario to ask me when he was going to give the class, where, to how many people, etc. I think he was just as frustrated as I was that the plans changed every semana like it was nothing. In the end it all worked out and he gave the class at least six different times to different groups of people each time. I´m sure they would have had a much better turnout, though, and possibly even invited some visitantes, if not for waiting until the last minuto to decide what to do. Larry asked me one day if the directors frequently act that way with me because in this culture they can´t accept when a woman tells them what to do, and I felt like shouting, ¨Yes! Finally someone understands!¨ This lack of 28. comunicación with the directors continues to be one of the most difícil things about my job as school secretary!

We stayed in a small town in the mountains that is just so beautiful and peaceful. It also has some history to it, as Germans came about 50 years ago to rule the many coffee plantations (including Hitler´s son-in-law). Some of the girls were very proud to show me the famous town museum and restaurant. The women really filled that ¨mother of the house¨role, giving us refills without asking (when the bottle was right there in front of us), not allowing us to take our plates off the table after we ate, and waiting to eat until after all of the men had been served (which means the men generally ate by themselves, and the women by themselves; whole families never ate together). By the way, I also taught English to some of the young people in the mornings. They were very good students,

unlike some of my other students...

Larry Foster giving his class on Ephesus with me translating, and students from the preaching school in Tapachula about to receive certificates for successfully completing the first year of studies.

Problemas con mis alumnos siguen

I spent a lot of my last blog complaining about the problems with my new university students. I wish I could tell you that those problems are all resolved and that my students work a lot harder and study more and everything else; but I can´t. I am coming to accept that I just can´t force them into doing their work and liking English—they have to make that decision on their own. Sometimes I feel like I´m winning them over, like when they ALL turn in their homework or they ALL listen and show 29. respeto while I´m talking. Then I see their terrible test scores, and feel depressed all over again! Last week I lectured my Physical Education students about the 30. importancia of them working harder. I told them bluntly that most of them are failing, and that I can`t understand why that doesn´t bother them if it bothers ME; and how do they expect to ever graduate and get a good job if they act that way in all of their classes?? Then I gave the students a chance to evaluate me, by filling out some 31. cuestionarios. Luckily the results did help boost my confidence and reassure me that the students are failing for their own poor actions, and not because of something I´ve done.

Algunas Diferencias en Universidades Mexicanas

I have also come to realize that the problemas with the students don´t just have to do with them, but with the education system in general. I have mentioned before that schools seem to be much more laid back here. Mexico is far behind other countries in education, of course, but Chiapas ranks the lowest among all Mexican states, and also has a higher illiteracy rate. (Students from the preaching school in Tapachula, most of whom just finished their first year.) A friend from church is attending a universidad in northern Mexico, and she told me last week that the 32. profesores are much stricter there. Out of about 20 students who went to study there from Chiapas, she is one of only two who is still passing. But she is just barely passing, and often stays up all night trying to get her work done. Students also don´t receive much financial aid here, so many have to work full time jobs in order to pay their university. Another diferencia is that the universidades are set up more like high schools or middle schools, in that the students only take classes with those of the same level and profession, and always have the same horario. My grupo of 14 alumnos de educación física, por ejemplo, have classes together from 7a.m. to 3p.m. each day, always in the same classroom and with the same teachers. One disadvantage to this sistema is that the students all get to be pretty good friends, and have absolutamente no qualms about copying each other´s work!

Mexico is also diferente from the 33. Estados Unidos in that private universities generally have worse fame than public ones. It is very obvious that the ESEF (where José Luis and I are teaching) is more concerned about receiving dinero than educating and preparing its students. Let me give you an example. A few days before spring break, I felt terrible, couldn´t get out of bed, and certainly couldn´t go teach that day. Most Mexican 34. empresas have no 35. politica for sick days, so I offered to make up the time after the break. Well the administradores decided that they didn´t want to pay me for those hours, so my students lost four hours of instruction. Also, when I went to El Salvador, I assigned a 36. proyecto to my tourism students (since we weren´t going to have class all week). The school director asked me to give them more time to complete their projects, because ¨they took a trip and didn´t get back until the night before.¨ But they did not take the trip until Saturday, and they had had the whole week before to get their work done! Urrrrr!!!!! Now instead of getting mad at my students for not taking the classes more seriously, I get mad at the administrators for not valuing their education more.

Busqueda de Trabajos (Job Search)

José Luis and I are busy looking for jobs and making plans for our move to the States. We´re hoping to move in July, just in time for me to start teaching in August. But it all depends on immigration. We recently received the second notice from immigration, and now we are waiting to find out when we can go for the visa interview. Of course, José Luis will have better 37. suerte at the 38. entrevista if he can find a job before then. He really wants to be a Hispanic minister. If not, he is also interested in teaching Spanish or giving P.E. classes again. If anyone hears about any good jobs for either of us, please let us know!

Most of you probably already heard that the ¨swine flu¨epidemic is very strong right now in the Mexico City area. It has not affected Chiapas yet, but all of the schools are closed until May 6 anyway, just to be cautious. Please pray that the epidemic will soon end and not get worse.

Some of the teens from church giving a group hug to one of the girls after she got baptized.

1. privilege

2. campaign

3. first

4. country

5. impressed

6. tired

7. clinic

8. health presentation

9. desire

10. not long/little time

11. dollars

12. vacation

13. practically

14. free time

15. competitions

16. same

17. tournament

18. teams

19. to visit

20. job

21. proud

22. modern

23. worship

24. coast

25. dates

26. messages

27. daily

28. communication

29. respect

30. importance

31. questionaires

32. professors

33. United States

34. businesses

35. policy

36. project

37. luck

38. interview