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| My dad and I on my first birthday! |
Friday, February 1, 2013
my birthday - 27
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
The Heavy Stuff - Talking about Sandy Hook
This term at school, I am desperately trying to have my students be more aware about current events and the news. Of course we talked about the Sandy Hook school shooting. For the first time as a teacher, my classroom was absolutely silent as I read a child-friendly news article to them about the tragedy. The kids sat with their mouths open and only looks of shock swept their faces. Of course they asked me questions that I would never have answers to like why someone would shoot innocent people, what was wrong with the shooter and if I think our school would be safe.
Again, I had no answers for them. For the first time as a teacher I felt defeated. As a teacher, I am supposed to have all the answers but all I could respond with was, "I do not know." The discussion was full of emotion, sympathy, sensitivity and thoughtful responses from my students. I was floored by their maturity. If you are one of those people who think young a child cannot proccess heavy material or worry some things should not be talked about with children then just reflect on the comments below from my students.
"Ms. Nicol, I wonder why that shooter did this. Maybe he just did not get enough love and hugs and notes in his in lunch." From a profound 7 year old.
"It sounds like a nightmare but with my eyes open." - A deep 7 year old
"Teachers are really brave. They are like superheros without the cape." - An amazing 8 year old
"My mom does not even let me play with water guns and toy guns. Maybe his mom let him play with those. " - A curious 8 year old
Student: What was the shooters name?
Ms. Nicol: Adam
Student: That sounds like a normal good name. Why would he do something so bad?
"I wonder what those kids and teachers who died wanted to be when they grew up." A
I posted the first comment on facebook because it moved me. I wonder if I was as articulate and sophisticated at 7 or 8 years old. My friend Chantelle from high school wrote a response to my student's comment and the senseless Sandy Hook shooting.
A butterfly flapped its wings and the world crumbled for those parents who sent theirs kids off to school after hugs and with packed lunches maybe with notes in them. Those parents will always be hopefully waiting for the return of their child and for some sense of understanding and they will not get either. A butterfly flapped its wings in Connecticut and even in Tanzania, in my tiny classroom, our world crumbled.
and now- all the way over here- the world is crumbling
And there’s tears in the eyes of a stranger
Fears in the eyes of this locked stare
With a child unaware-
how right they are.
“My dear, our world is crumbling”
And somehow
I don’t have the answers
We don’t have the answers
We’re all looking to you child,
Thought there’d only be hope in the eyes of a child
But, you can see it too,
The world is crumbling around you
And as crazy as it may sound to you now ,
there are so many true, yet crazy, things
but often times a butterfly will flap its wings
And cause an earthquake
Again, I had no answers for them. For the first time as a teacher I felt defeated. As a teacher, I am supposed to have all the answers but all I could respond with was, "I do not know." The discussion was full of emotion, sympathy, sensitivity and thoughtful responses from my students. I was floored by their maturity. If you are one of those people who think young a child cannot proccess heavy material or worry some things should not be talked about with children then just reflect on the comments below from my students.
"Ms. Nicol, I wonder why that shooter did this. Maybe he just did not get enough love and hugs and notes in his in lunch." From a profound 7 year old.
"It sounds like a nightmare but with my eyes open." - A deep 7 year old
"Teachers are really brave. They are like superheros without the cape." - An amazing 8 year old
"My mom does not even let me play with water guns and toy guns. Maybe his mom let him play with those. " - A curious 8 year old
Student: What was the shooters name?
Ms. Nicol: Adam
Student: That sounds like a normal good name. Why would he do something so bad?
"I wonder what those kids and teachers who died wanted to be when they grew up." A
I posted the first comment on facebook because it moved me. I wonder if I was as articulate and sophisticated at 7 or 8 years old. My friend Chantelle from high school wrote a response to my student's comment and the senseless Sandy Hook shooting.
A butterfly flapped its wings and the world crumbled for those parents who sent theirs kids off to school after hugs and with packed lunches maybe with notes in them. Those parents will always be hopefully waiting for the return of their child and for some sense of understanding and they will not get either. A butterfly flapped its wings in Connecticut and even in Tanzania, in my tiny classroom, our world crumbled.
I guess a butterfly flapped its wings…
By Chantelle Doswell on January 12, 2013 I guess a butterfly flapped its wings somewhereand now- all the way over here- the world is crumbling
And there’s tears in the eyes of a stranger
Fears in the eyes of this locked stare
With a child unaware-
how right they are.
“My dear, our world is crumbling”
And somehow
I don’t have the answers
We don’t have the answers
We’re all looking to you child,
Trying to fix videogames in hopes
That you won’t kill each other- like we do.
Hey, we have to try
Don’t we?
But that’s a lie,
don’t be surprised
People will generally run and hide
From having to face ourselves
Call it hubris- pride
But I’dThought there’d only be hope in the eyes of a child
But, you can see it too,
The world is crumbling around you
And as crazy as it may sound to you now ,
there are so many true, yet crazy, things
but often times a butterfly will flap its wings
And cause an earthquake
Sunday, January 6, 2013
The next tattoo in mind...
My older sister is like my mom and if she will allow me, I will be getting this tattoo next. She says I need to take a break from the inkin' but I have a suspicion that I may just be getting started...I actually envisioned a tattoo like the one below and of course thanks to world wide web, I realized there was already someone who had it. I love this tat because I think it puts all my travels, experiences and schooling in perspective. I have done all the things I have done to get to the place I am right now which is a well-rounded, cultured, diverse and well-balanced person. I have seen a lot of the world and my travels and experiences now live with me and have shaped me to be the person I am. Summer 2013 you are MINE!
Thursday, January 3, 2013
December Visitors
Wow! Times have been busy and I feel horrible that I have not been keeping up with my blog. Happy New Year!
I was very blessed to have my two friends from home and my sisters
visit me in Tanzania. We had a busy itinerary from hanging in Kenya,
swimming in a local hot springs, safari and celebrating New Years on
Zanzibar! The trip was not as smooth as I had planned. There were many
hiccups a long the way that I personally did not care about since I am
use to the life in Africa. Things never go according to plan and you are
always on someone else's time..."There are no hurries in Africa." But I
did feel horrible for my visitors who are very use to the efficient and
fast lifestyle of the good ole U.S.of A. There is no idea of customer
service, rushing or even effectiveness here. You just have to take
things in stride. So though the trip was filled with many adventures and
hopefully memories, I also hope that they understand the ease of life
here but also how complicated things can be. Pole Pole is the way to go
which means, "slowly slowly." Instead of getting stressed you just have
to deal and know that things will work out as they always do but maybe
just not when and how you want them to.
Additionally,
my friends and sisters made me realize how much I have changed. I think
I used to be very much attached to my smartphone, being connected and
luxury living and trust me, I will probably swing back into all that
when I am back in the U.S. but now I love reading a book outside instead
of reading trashy blogs, I use a simple phone that I can only dial and
text message on and I love being in nature and camping instead of
staying at a 5 star hotel. I truly live a simple life here that is
uncomplicated, cheap and unpretentious. I love knowing that I do not
have to put on make up to leave my house, how friendly people are and
for the most part everyone has your best interest in mind. Though I am
excited to go home, I am in no way ready to give up my lifestyle here.
While my friends and sisters were here we did the following over a 2.5 week span:
- Visited masaii land and had tea with the Masaii
- Went on safari through Serengeti and Tarangerie and saw lots of animals
- Camped in the Serengeti and saw an elephant and lion outside of our tent
- Went swimming at maji moto - a hot springs in a local village
- Went clubbing at Via Via
- Spent some time in Nairobi and went to an elephant orphanage, giraffe sanctuary and the mall!
- They met my two favorite cab drivers Fred and Jimmy
- Donated food to a baby orphanage for the holidays
- Went to Stone Town and maneuvered through the alleyways and got some food from the seafood market
- Had some lazy beach days at Kendwa beach and counted down to 2013 on the beach!
- Had local food at Nick's pub
- Enjoyed happy hour at TGT and watched the sunset
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| My sister Jessica at Neema house baby home! |
| My awesome sign I used to page my sisters and friend at the airport. |
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| Sisters at Masaii land in a Boma |
| Masaii land |
| The crew camping in the Serengeti |
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