So my year in jewelry started out so promisingly. I really did want to write about my jewelry. I swear.
I even took pictures of the pieces I wore every day…for a while. Then I got busy of course. I got too busy to write every day, so I decided to write once a week. Then I got to busy (and lazy) to do even that.
I did learn some things from this failed experiment:
- I have a lot of jewelry
- I learned to appreciate the truly meaningful pieces that I own
- Sometimes less is more with jewelry
- Sometimes more is more fun!
- No outfit is complete without jewelry (even if it’s just a simple wristwatch)
- Just because an experiment doesn’t work out the way I plan doesn’t mean it’s a complete failure
Here are some of the pictures I did manage to take of my jewelry collection.
Perhaps some day I will get around to telling the stories attached to the pieces, but probably only to my (future) daughter.
Idioms are a weird thing in any language. They make total sense to native speakers, but are nonsense to language learners. For example, telling someone “I’m all ears!” means you’re listening intently, not that you’re made entirely of ears. Or the phrase “let the cat out of the bag” has absolutely nothing to do with felines or purses, but is all about telling secrets.
Have you ever had a minor problem just snowball out of control? I have. During my first week of school it happened in an epic way…
I have 18 students on my roster this year. A big leap up from only 9 last year, but still manageable. The first week is always the toughest, and on day 3, there was a bit of a mix-up that turned into a full-scale problem.
The school I work for sells notebook packages for each student. I decided how many notebooks students would need over the course of a school year and ordered exactly that many for my students. Parents then pay for the notebooks to be delivered to the students in class, or pick them up when at school. All fine and dandy. Students all have the same kinds of notebooks and there is no envy. (Of course there are always parents that insist on purchasing cheaper notebooks elsewhere, but it’s not a major issue.) This year, I’ve ordered exactly 222 LE (about $31) worth of notebooks for each student.
Over the course of the week I’ve met several parents who are concerned about not having purchased notebooks yet, and I assure them that this is normal, and the real work of notebooks won’t begin until the next week. No big deal.
Midday on Tuesday my students are all gathered in the hallway trying to get themselves ready for Arabic class. As I’m herding cats, er… children, into line one of my students, Sh, looks up at me and asks, “Miss where are my notebooks?”
Categories: Egypt, Teaching
Tags: adventures in (mis)communication, Egypt, Humor, International school, life abroad, notebooks, parent, school supplies, Student, Teacher, teaching
Ah, it’s nice to be back in Cairo. The longer I was away, the harder it was to come back. I had a great summer (England, Glastonbury Festival, Buffalo, Seattle) and I didn’t want it to end. Now that I’m back in Egypt I remember all the things I love about it here. The people, the culture, the sense of adventure…
That’s not to say that Egypt isn’t without its trials. In fact, I encountered a trial just yesterday: