I think spring has arrived (I say cautiously) in Almaty. While we were away, most of the snow melted -- leaving the ground saturated and dirty looking. I'm hoping to see flowers and leaves on trees soon.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Jordan for Spring Break
I think spring has arrived (I say cautiously) in Almaty. While we were away, most of the snow melted -- leaving the ground saturated and dirty looking. I'm hoping to see flowers and leaves on trees soon.
Labels:
Istanbul,
Jordan,
Petra,
Travel,
Travel Journal,
Travelogues,
Wadi Rum
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Saint Patrick's Day, and Mr. Wolf's birthday!
Today was, as stated, Saint Patrick's Day, and Mr. Wolf's birthday!
Mr. Wolf is my class mascot. He's a felt hand-puppet from some fairy tale set of characters, though I can't tell you how old he is or where he's from. Michael rescued him from an abandoned box of supplies, and for four years, he brightened Michael's office. Now that I teach elementary, Michael thought it best that Mr. Wolf came to my classroom to help me. He's great! He sits on my whiteboard, greeting students, reminding them of special projects, telling them how many days until Spring Break... the kids ask questions about him and gleefully play along. We write stories about him. I often show them sample work by Mr. Wolf -- posters about habitats or narratives about his travels. He really is a part of our class.
Other kids made cards or brought special treats for
"This is the best birthday party ever!" "Well, at school anyway..." "Yeah, at school!"
Yeah! Best birthday party at school. Yay me. Happy Birthday, Mr. Wolf! Maybe we'll celebrate on February 29th next year, just for fun. :)
Labels:
Kazakhstan,
QSI,
Teaching
"NAURYZ, NAURYZ!", and other classic songs about the Kazakh spring festival
We just had a school-wide celebration for our Kazakh spring festival, Nauryz ("nar-eeze"). The Kazakh kids (with Kazakh passports, who are learning Kazakh language and history as part of the mandated requirements for a Kazakh diploma) dressed up in all kinds of beautiful and intricately-patterned national dress, performed songs, dances and plays about the spring festival and traditional life on the steppe. The ending finale had all the students singing together... it was some singing that only a mother, or teacher, could love -- but boy, did they sing with passion! The only part I could hear was the chorus, which was, as you may have guessed "NAU-RYZ, NAU-RYYYYYYZ!" I loved it! I wish this kind of stuff could happen more often, so that I could feel the old culture of this big city and not just the exhaust and detachment of productivity and modernization.
Labels:
Kazakhstan,
QSI,
Teaching
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