I'm calling it BEDIA.
This is an inherited idea. A friend of mine, Brandon, did this in May. He got the idea from a friend of his.
When I read that Brandon was going to blog every day in May, I thought it was a fun idea. It seemed like a lot of work, but that it might come with many rewards. My only concern was the content. I didn't want to have days where I was blogging just to keep with the goal. I wanted to make sure I had something to say.
So I started writing down blog ideas. I was super-busy at work and with life, so I wasn't dedicating much time to blogging. It just wasn't a priority. So every time I had an idea I thought worth pursuing in a blog I would write it down.
Now I'm ready. I have ideas for each day. I've even written out a calendar of what I'll write. I'm not going to keep myself chained to those ideas; if I have a better idea one day, I'll pursue that. However, this way I have something to say every day.
It won't be boring. At least I hope it won't be.
As for why I want to do this, well, I need to develop better writing habits. Blogging every day will help me warm up for the writing I want to do. It will help me relax into the writing process. Most importantly, it will help me come up with ideas for stories and essays and poems. Writing helps me get ideas for more writing. I don't know if it's the same for other writers, but I would imagine that it is.
So there you go. I'm going to blog every day this month. I'm looking forward to it and I hope I write something you enjoy reading. If it goes well, I may make this a regular feature. Not every month, but maybe every quarter? Or twice a year, that's do-able.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Shake It Up...
...seems to fit my life pretty well.
"Shake It Up" is a song by Florence + the Machine. It's a great song. Every time it comes on my iPod I repeat it several times.
Also, lots of changes are happening in my life, but more on those in a moment.
Chelsea's parents went home on Monday. It was a nice visit and I'm glad they came. I enjoyed spending some time with them. I hope they feel the same about me.
We went to various places here in Korea. The DMZ, Seoul Tower, Namdaemun Market, and many others.
The whole time I felt like I was under a microscope. I felt like I was being judged. And, based on a couple things Chelsea said, it wasn't just my overactive imagination talking.
I don't think my in-laws understand me. At all. And it makes sense. Chelsea, her parents, and both of her sisters are all extroverts, to one degree or another. Me? I'm an introvert, close to the far end of the scale. The only other introvert their family knows is the first son-in-law. And he's nowhere near as introverted as I am.
I've learned a lot about myself recently. Mostly that it's ok to be the way that I am and that it's ok to say, "I don't want to do that. I need some alone time," when I just can't be around people anymore. And by "people" I mean "more than just me and Chelsea." If I push it too much I get overwhelmed and will completely shut down. That's no good to anyone.
I could list specific examples of where I was judged and explain what happened, but that would have great trouble-causing potential.
The in-laws' visit was fun. There were times I laughed with them. Times I laughed at them (gently, of course, and all in love). Times I just shook my head. Times I was extremely embarrassed. So, it was probably like any visit anyone has every had with their in-laws. Right?
Shake It Up.
The biggest change in my life is the decision to go home next month, rather than extend my contract with the English Village until October.
The principal reason for this decision is the health of my parents. My father is going into a care center on Sunday. My Mom can't take care of him for the next while as she is having her hip replaced on the 29th.
After talking with Chelsea, we decided it was best to be as close as we can, so we can help out a little. At least close enough that a visit is an hour's drive, not a 15-hour flight.
There are other reasons to go. Far too numerous to list. We feel it's the best decision and we're just working to make it happen at work.
Shake It Up.
Now we have to find an apartment. I need a job. I need to keep to a good writing schedule and find somewhere to get published. Then I need to apply for graduate school.
There's a lot that needs to happen over the next little while.
Hope I'm up to the challenge.
"Shake It Up" is a song by Florence + the Machine. It's a great song. Every time it comes on my iPod I repeat it several times.
Also, lots of changes are happening in my life, but more on those in a moment.
Chelsea's parents went home on Monday. It was a nice visit and I'm glad they came. I enjoyed spending some time with them. I hope they feel the same about me.
We went to various places here in Korea. The DMZ, Seoul Tower, Namdaemun Market, and many others.
The whole time I felt like I was under a microscope. I felt like I was being judged. And, based on a couple things Chelsea said, it wasn't just my overactive imagination talking.
I don't think my in-laws understand me. At all. And it makes sense. Chelsea, her parents, and both of her sisters are all extroverts, to one degree or another. Me? I'm an introvert, close to the far end of the scale. The only other introvert their family knows is the first son-in-law. And he's nowhere near as introverted as I am.
I've learned a lot about myself recently. Mostly that it's ok to be the way that I am and that it's ok to say, "I don't want to do that. I need some alone time," when I just can't be around people anymore. And by "people" I mean "more than just me and Chelsea." If I push it too much I get overwhelmed and will completely shut down. That's no good to anyone.
I could list specific examples of where I was judged and explain what happened, but that would have great trouble-causing potential.
The in-laws' visit was fun. There were times I laughed with them. Times I laughed at them (gently, of course, and all in love). Times I just shook my head. Times I was extremely embarrassed. So, it was probably like any visit anyone has every had with their in-laws. Right?
Shake It Up.
The biggest change in my life is the decision to go home next month, rather than extend my contract with the English Village until October.
The principal reason for this decision is the health of my parents. My father is going into a care center on Sunday. My Mom can't take care of him for the next while as she is having her hip replaced on the 29th.
After talking with Chelsea, we decided it was best to be as close as we can, so we can help out a little. At least close enough that a visit is an hour's drive, not a 15-hour flight.
There are other reasons to go. Far too numerous to list. We feel it's the best decision and we're just working to make it happen at work.
Shake It Up.
Now we have to find an apartment. I need a job. I need to keep to a good writing schedule and find somewhere to get published. Then I need to apply for graduate school.
There's a lot that needs to happen over the next little while.
Hope I'm up to the challenge.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
They're Here!
Chelsea's parents came for visit for twelve days.
My mother was originally going to come with them until she discovered that she needed surgery on her hip as bone is rubbing against bone. It's very painful and she uses a walker to get around the house. Dashing madly through the airport would not have been fun. Nor would all the walking we are doing while Chelsea's parents are here.
They started having crazy adventures while still in the Las Vegas airport. Their flight from Las Vegas to San Francisco got cancelled, even though it was a full flight. So they scrambled madly to find another way so they could meet their connecting flight.
Well, they didn't. They ended up flying to Los Angeles, while their luggage went to San Francisco. From LA they flew to Tokyo, with a continuing flight to Seoul. They finally got here, only 5 hours behind their originally scheduled arrival time. That's not too bad, considering the nightmare they went through just trying to get on the plane.
Their luggage arrived the next evening.
While they're here, we're going to try to give them as much of a taste of Korea as we can. Lots of walking, sight-seeing, and just having fun. That's the plan anyway.
It's nice to have them here. I've been in Korea long enough that I've kind of lost interest in trying to figure out what cool place to see next. I'm a bit of a homebody anyway, but getting settled in doesn't bring out the adventurer in me.
Saturday, June 2, we went to visit the Korean War Memorial. There was some sort of benefit concert going on while we were there, so we got to hear lots of music. We didn't go inside the on-site museum, but we didn't really need to. There was plenty to see and do on the grounds, all free of charge.
The grounds are beautiful and arranged very attractively. What was probably most exciting thing for me were the displays of all the different vehicles used in the war. They had planes of every shape and size. Tanks in assorted colors and varieties. Rocket launchers. Machine guns. Even a couple of boats (along with a North Korean semi-submarine). As soon as I saw the myriad war machines, I knew what I was hoping to see. And I saw it:
That's right. I saw and took a picture with the M*A*S*H medical evacuation helicopter. Just like the ones you see in the opening credits of the TV series. The only thing that would have made the photo more of a geek moment for me would have been if I was wearing my M*A*S*H t-shirt. I might go back, just to take that picture.
I've really been enjoying this visit from my in-laws so far. Today we're taking them to Namdaemun, the outdoor market. I love that market and I'm excited to go back.
I'm sure there will be more on this visit later on.
My mother was originally going to come with them until she discovered that she needed surgery on her hip as bone is rubbing against bone. It's very painful and she uses a walker to get around the house. Dashing madly through the airport would not have been fun. Nor would all the walking we are doing while Chelsea's parents are here.
They started having crazy adventures while still in the Las Vegas airport. Their flight from Las Vegas to San Francisco got cancelled, even though it was a full flight. So they scrambled madly to find another way so they could meet their connecting flight.
Well, they didn't. They ended up flying to Los Angeles, while their luggage went to San Francisco. From LA they flew to Tokyo, with a continuing flight to Seoul. They finally got here, only 5 hours behind their originally scheduled arrival time. That's not too bad, considering the nightmare they went through just trying to get on the plane.
Their luggage arrived the next evening.
While they're here, we're going to try to give them as much of a taste of Korea as we can. Lots of walking, sight-seeing, and just having fun. That's the plan anyway.
It's nice to have them here. I've been in Korea long enough that I've kind of lost interest in trying to figure out what cool place to see next. I'm a bit of a homebody anyway, but getting settled in doesn't bring out the adventurer in me.
Saturday, June 2, we went to visit the Korean War Memorial. There was some sort of benefit concert going on while we were there, so we got to hear lots of music. We didn't go inside the on-site museum, but we didn't really need to. There was plenty to see and do on the grounds, all free of charge.
The grounds are beautiful and arranged very attractively. What was probably most exciting thing for me were the displays of all the different vehicles used in the war. They had planes of every shape and size. Tanks in assorted colors and varieties. Rocket launchers. Machine guns. Even a couple of boats (along with a North Korean semi-submarine). As soon as I saw the myriad war machines, I knew what I was hoping to see. And I saw it:
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| Yeah, it's missing it's main rotors; they're lying next to the short fence near the trees. |
That's right. I saw and took a picture with the M*A*S*H medical evacuation helicopter. Just like the ones you see in the opening credits of the TV series. The only thing that would have made the photo more of a geek moment for me would have been if I was wearing my M*A*S*H t-shirt. I might go back, just to take that picture.
I've really been enjoying this visit from my in-laws so far. Today we're taking them to Namdaemun, the outdoor market. I love that market and I'm excited to go back.
I'm sure there will be more on this visit later on.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Ojo the Lucky...
...is the name of a character in my favorite book: "The Patchwork Girl of Oz" by L. Frank Baum.
He starts out as Ojo the Unlucky for a variety of reasons, but by the end of the book comes to be known as Ojo the Lucky.
Ojo is also the name that Chelsea picked out for our new dog!
We adopted him from his foster home. His foster lady was sad to be giving him away after a year, but she is going home to Canada for a couple months, then to Hong Kong for a new job and she wanted a more stable home for the poor guy. She called him Harry, but we knew a Harry here at the village and didn't think it suited the dog.
He's about 5 years old and (we believe) a Westie/Jindo mix. He also seems to be a bit "special needs." He's deathly afraid of stairs and heights. We have to pick him up to go down the stairs in our apartment building, but he tries to jump out as he doesn't like being carried. Once outside he perks right up. Wags his tail, gives himself a full-body shake and is off to explore.
He doesn't mind meeting people, and is patient when children pet him, but he would rather just do his own thing. He hasn't barked or growled or anything since we brought him home.
About the only thing that's gone wrong since we picked him up from the foster lady is that he had an accident on the way to Paju from Seoul. We rode the subway for a while and our bus was waiting when we exited the subway so we jumped on. I wish we could have let him out for a bit, but I didn't know of any park areas near the bus stop and traffic makes Ojo extremely nervous, so I think we made the right choice.
We just need to give him a bath.
I'm a cat person, to be honest, but I rather like Ojo. Of course, a lot of his mannerisms are cat-like. He likes to rub his head against your leg or foot or whatever he's walking past. He's rather stubborn.
I quite like Ojo. Glad we found him.
He starts out as Ojo the Unlucky for a variety of reasons, but by the end of the book comes to be known as Ojo the Lucky.
Ojo is also the name that Chelsea picked out for our new dog!
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| Here's Ojo! |
He's about 5 years old and (we believe) a Westie/Jindo mix. He also seems to be a bit "special needs." He's deathly afraid of stairs and heights. We have to pick him up to go down the stairs in our apartment building, but he tries to jump out as he doesn't like being carried. Once outside he perks right up. Wags his tail, gives himself a full-body shake and is off to explore.
He doesn't mind meeting people, and is patient when children pet him, but he would rather just do his own thing. He hasn't barked or growled or anything since we brought him home.
About the only thing that's gone wrong since we picked him up from the foster lady is that he had an accident on the way to Paju from Seoul. We rode the subway for a while and our bus was waiting when we exited the subway so we jumped on. I wish we could have let him out for a bit, but I didn't know of any park areas near the bus stop and traffic makes Ojo extremely nervous, so I think we made the right choice.
We just need to give him a bath.
I'm a cat person, to be honest, but I rather like Ojo. Of course, a lot of his mannerisms are cat-like. He likes to rub his head against your leg or foot or whatever he's walking past. He's rather stubborn.
I quite like Ojo. Glad we found him.
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| Exploring his new home for the first time and checking out the fool with the camera. |
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
15 Albums...
...that will always stick with me.
A friend posted a note on Facebook a while back listing 15 albums (records) that will always stick with him, with a challenge for everybody who read to do the same. These are off the top of your head albums that you always enjoy listening to or that tie into specific memories of times of your life.
I liked the idea and posted my fifteen, even though I knew I would be on the receiving end of some mockery. I like what I like. After some thought, I decided to write about my choices and how they influenced me. This may be a multi-part post, but I hope I can get it in one.
This isn't to defend my choices, rather explain why they are important to me.
1. Hootie and the Blowfish: Cracked Rear View. This album came out while I was in high school. My group of friends listened to it constantly. It has a great mix of mellow and upbeat songs, and the lead singer has a great voice, right in my range.
2. The Oak Ridge Boys: Step On Out. I've mentioned this album here before. I had this one on tape, and I completely wore it out. It won't even attempt to play anymore. I love the songs. Even more importantly, listening to the Oaks made me want to sing. I wanted to be Richard Sterban (the bass) when I grew up. My genetics didn't give me his lower register, but I still sing bass in choirs and I love singing.
3. The Manhattan Transfer: Very Best Of. The Transfer are a great vocal jazz quartet. Smooth, cool, and with a great blend. They know how to sing. This album evokes my time in the audition choir of my high school. I always felt like it was a huge stroke of luck that I got in to the choir, and I learned a lot while I was there.
4. Bon Jovi: Crossroads. The band's greatest hits album. Another that my group of friends listened to in high school. I still enjoy listening to Bon Jovi, and Always, the new single from this album, is still a song I love.
5. Maná: Sueños Líquidos. THE great Mexican rock band. This was the first album of theirs that I bought after returning home from my mission to Peru. Still one of my favorite bands and this album is still one of my favorites from their catalog. I'm always excited when I find out they have a new album on the way.
6. Shakira: Pies Descalzos
7. Shakira: ¿Dónde Están los Ladrones? I knew putting two albums by the same artist was a minor faux pas, but I went with my gut instinct on these two. Shakira was just becoming popular in Latin America while I was in Peru. I heard her songs everywhere. These are her best albums, especially since her music changed quite a bit when she started doing English albums. The songs here are simpler and more heartfelt. And there are several really amazing tunes as well. Good stuff.
8. Meat Loaf: Bat Out of Hell 2: Back into Hell. Man do I love some Meat Loaf. Guy has a good voice and the song progression on his albums is great. This came out while I was in high school. Still love the CD and "I Would Do Anything For Love"? Epic.
9. Elton John: The Lion King. Great soundtrack. Amazing songs. My friends and I drove an hour and a half to St. George to see the movie on opening night. The opening song, "Circle of Life," ends with a huge boom from the drums and shows the movie title. A kid sitting in the row in front of us turned to his mother and asked, "Is it over already?" Cracked us up.
10. Billy Joel: River of Dreams. What an album! So many great songs. Again, released during my formative years of high school. I love me some Billy Joel, and this album is tops. The title track, Lullabye, All About Soul, all great tunes with some great philosophical and emotional content. Love it.
11. Enya: Shepherd Moons. Another high school album. Enya's music is achingly beautiful, haunting. It tends to immerse you in the moment. The entire album is great, but of particular note are Caribbean Blue, Book of Days and How Can I Keep From Singing. I tend to relate particularly well with the latter.
12. Evanescence: Fallen. This album was a revelation for me. It hasn't held up over the years since its release, but it showed me that there are bands out there that combine two of my favorite elements of music: a great singing voice and the driving drum beats and music of rock. This has lead me to two of my current favorite groups: Issa and Halestorm.
13. Vocal Point: Instruments Not Included. Another high school album, but important for much more than that. This was my introduction to great a cappella music. I can't spell it, but I love it. I have three gigabytes of a cappella music in my iTunes library, and I'm always on the lookout for more. I even recently joined an a cappella group here in Korea, and it has been lots of fun.
14. 1986 London Cast: The Phantom of the Opera. Sarah Brightman is amazing on this album. This album was part of the reason I came to love musical theater so much. I can't put into words how influential this album was.
15. Sara Bareilles: Kaleidoscope Heart. I love this album. Most of the tracks make me emotional. Everybody has that one album that they feel was written about them. This is the album written about me. It's almost scary how much I relate to it.
There you go.
A friend posted a note on Facebook a while back listing 15 albums (records) that will always stick with him, with a challenge for everybody who read to do the same. These are off the top of your head albums that you always enjoy listening to or that tie into specific memories of times of your life.
I liked the idea and posted my fifteen, even though I knew I would be on the receiving end of some mockery. I like what I like. After some thought, I decided to write about my choices and how they influenced me. This may be a multi-part post, but I hope I can get it in one.
This isn't to defend my choices, rather explain why they are important to me.
1. Hootie and the Blowfish: Cracked Rear View. This album came out while I was in high school. My group of friends listened to it constantly. It has a great mix of mellow and upbeat songs, and the lead singer has a great voice, right in my range.
2. The Oak Ridge Boys: Step On Out. I've mentioned this album here before. I had this one on tape, and I completely wore it out. It won't even attempt to play anymore. I love the songs. Even more importantly, listening to the Oaks made me want to sing. I wanted to be Richard Sterban (the bass) when I grew up. My genetics didn't give me his lower register, but I still sing bass in choirs and I love singing.
3. The Manhattan Transfer: Very Best Of. The Transfer are a great vocal jazz quartet. Smooth, cool, and with a great blend. They know how to sing. This album evokes my time in the audition choir of my high school. I always felt like it was a huge stroke of luck that I got in to the choir, and I learned a lot while I was there.
4. Bon Jovi: Crossroads. The band's greatest hits album. Another that my group of friends listened to in high school. I still enjoy listening to Bon Jovi, and Always, the new single from this album, is still a song I love.
5. Maná: Sueños Líquidos. THE great Mexican rock band. This was the first album of theirs that I bought after returning home from my mission to Peru. Still one of my favorite bands and this album is still one of my favorites from their catalog. I'm always excited when I find out they have a new album on the way.
6. Shakira: Pies Descalzos
7. Shakira: ¿Dónde Están los Ladrones? I knew putting two albums by the same artist was a minor faux pas, but I went with my gut instinct on these two. Shakira was just becoming popular in Latin America while I was in Peru. I heard her songs everywhere. These are her best albums, especially since her music changed quite a bit when she started doing English albums. The songs here are simpler and more heartfelt. And there are several really amazing tunes as well. Good stuff.
8. Meat Loaf: Bat Out of Hell 2: Back into Hell. Man do I love some Meat Loaf. Guy has a good voice and the song progression on his albums is great. This came out while I was in high school. Still love the CD and "I Would Do Anything For Love"? Epic.
9. Elton John: The Lion King. Great soundtrack. Amazing songs. My friends and I drove an hour and a half to St. George to see the movie on opening night. The opening song, "Circle of Life," ends with a huge boom from the drums and shows the movie title. A kid sitting in the row in front of us turned to his mother and asked, "Is it over already?" Cracked us up.
10. Billy Joel: River of Dreams. What an album! So many great songs. Again, released during my formative years of high school. I love me some Billy Joel, and this album is tops. The title track, Lullabye, All About Soul, all great tunes with some great philosophical and emotional content. Love it.
11. Enya: Shepherd Moons. Another high school album. Enya's music is achingly beautiful, haunting. It tends to immerse you in the moment. The entire album is great, but of particular note are Caribbean Blue, Book of Days and How Can I Keep From Singing. I tend to relate particularly well with the latter.
12. Evanescence: Fallen. This album was a revelation for me. It hasn't held up over the years since its release, but it showed me that there are bands out there that combine two of my favorite elements of music: a great singing voice and the driving drum beats and music of rock. This has lead me to two of my current favorite groups: Issa and Halestorm.
13. Vocal Point: Instruments Not Included. Another high school album, but important for much more than that. This was my introduction to great a cappella music. I can't spell it, but I love it. I have three gigabytes of a cappella music in my iTunes library, and I'm always on the lookout for more. I even recently joined an a cappella group here in Korea, and it has been lots of fun.
14. 1986 London Cast: The Phantom of the Opera. Sarah Brightman is amazing on this album. This album was part of the reason I came to love musical theater so much. I can't put into words how influential this album was.
15. Sara Bareilles: Kaleidoscope Heart. I love this album. Most of the tracks make me emotional. Everybody has that one album that they feel was written about them. This is the album written about me. It's almost scary how much I relate to it.
There you go.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
An Odd Occurence
The power flickered last night.
Not a big deal, really. It reset the clock we have in the bedroom. Oh, and it turned on the heaters in both rooms.
We always turn the overhead heaters off before going to bed as I can't sleep with hot air blowing in my face and, well, we sleep under warm covers. For the coldest months we used a space heater to help keep the room bearable for my wife, whose body doesn't run as warm as mine does.
Anyway, I woke up early this morning, about 4:30, and had to go to the bathroom. I zombied back into bed. Then the overhead heater kicked on. "I didn't turn it on," said Chelsea, a little defensively (to my ears anyway).
I lay in bed for a few minutes, too lazy to want to get up and turn off the heater. I was hoping I could sleep with it on, but no luck. So I got up and turned off the bedroom heater. I could still hear a blowing sound, so I opened the bedroom door and turned off the unit in the other room.
Just a little weird. Usually power flickers turn things off, not on.
Not a big deal, really. It reset the clock we have in the bedroom. Oh, and it turned on the heaters in both rooms.
We always turn the overhead heaters off before going to bed as I can't sleep with hot air blowing in my face and, well, we sleep under warm covers. For the coldest months we used a space heater to help keep the room bearable for my wife, whose body doesn't run as warm as mine does.
Anyway, I woke up early this morning, about 4:30, and had to go to the bathroom. I zombied back into bed. Then the overhead heater kicked on. "I didn't turn it on," said Chelsea, a little defensively (to my ears anyway).
I lay in bed for a few minutes, too lazy to want to get up and turn off the heater. I was hoping I could sleep with it on, but no luck. So I got up and turned off the bedroom heater. I could still hear a blowing sound, so I opened the bedroom door and turned off the unit in the other room.
Just a little weird. Usually power flickers turn things off, not on.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Birthdays
I turned 35 today.
I may be a bit young for this mentality, but I tend to ignore my birthdays as much as possible. When Chelsea asked if I was excited for my birthday, I quoted Vanessa Carlton, "Just a day, just an ordinary day."
My principal reason for not making a big deal out of my birthday is that I am an introvert. I just don't like all the attention. If I am able to, I will usually take the day off of work. This year that wasn't an option, as I have plans for my vacation days.
I know that other people enjoy making a fuss about the person who is having a birthday. I usually try not to advertise my birthday, so I can avoid the fuss. Facebook has prevented this. So I've learned to be gracious and thank people for their well-wishes.
At the English Village, we have the students as questions of the teachers they've not had before. A popular question is "how old are you?" I've told my students this week that I am 34, but will be 35 this week. It takes them a moment to realize that I'm having a birthday. Then they clap. Last night, one girl told me, "Have a happy birthday tomorrow." It was very kind and thoughtful of her to remember.
I still don't think my birthday is a big deal, but I appreciate the thoughts of others.
I may be a bit young for this mentality, but I tend to ignore my birthdays as much as possible. When Chelsea asked if I was excited for my birthday, I quoted Vanessa Carlton, "Just a day, just an ordinary day."
My principal reason for not making a big deal out of my birthday is that I am an introvert. I just don't like all the attention. If I am able to, I will usually take the day off of work. This year that wasn't an option, as I have plans for my vacation days.
I know that other people enjoy making a fuss about the person who is having a birthday. I usually try not to advertise my birthday, so I can avoid the fuss. Facebook has prevented this. So I've learned to be gracious and thank people for their well-wishes.
At the English Village, we have the students as questions of the teachers they've not had before. A popular question is "how old are you?" I've told my students this week that I am 34, but will be 35 this week. It takes them a moment to realize that I'm having a birthday. Then they clap. Last night, one girl told me, "Have a happy birthday tomorrow." It was very kind and thoughtful of her to remember.
I still don't think my birthday is a big deal, but I appreciate the thoughts of others.
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