Recap of this week:
We had a fire drill on Friday and it was FREEZING outside (or so I thought). My students and I were huddled together staying warm. I had goose-bumps on my arms, so they were all hugging me and trying to make me warm. They couldn't believe I had goose-bumps. "Ms. Kayla, it's because you are white. You need Eskimo blood in you, then you would be warm." (PS It was probably 35 degrees, maybe close to 40)
Even Beeps (the cook who feeds me every morning, because she wants to "fatten me up") was giving me a hard time. She was telling everyone to give me their jacket so I could be warm.
We began writing biographies this week. One the first day of a new writing assignment I always model what I expect and we write one together. So, naturally, we were writing a biography about me to show what I expected out of their writing. One thing they needed was a "hook" right at the beginning to grab the reader's attention. So I said, "What can we say to grab the reader's attention? What is something that is unique and special about me?" A sixth grader raised her hand, "Um, you're real bony." HAHA :) Never a dull moment...
There was a funeral on Wednesday in the early afternoon. Since everyone is related (much like the UP:), I started the day with 14 students and after lunch I was down to 6. They had a huge pot luck at the school afterwards. People from many of the surrounding villages were coming too. You can pay, at any time, to charter a plane and that is what they did. They chartered a bunch of planes in for the funeral.
I wish I could video tape a day in the village and post it on here to best show you how everything works. Lori and I went to pick up our mail the other day, and my food order had come in. There were many large boxes, too large and heavy to carry, so we had to take her 4-wheeler to get the trailer. In the time that we loaded the boxes up from the back door, a plane had come in, so a truck filled with the mail boxes pulled in one way and a 4-wheeler with a trailer-full of more mail pulled in the other way. We were trapped! Everyday when I walk to or from school, someone stops to offer me a ride on their 4-wheeler. Walking has become a foreign concept here. Everyone zips around on their 4-wheelers and it works for them. Even the little 1st and 2nd graders that have their own "Hondas," the little mini ones, and they are just cruising around by themselves.
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