Livin’ the dream

Lately I’ve been remembering my summer promises of frequent blog posts and photos and thinking “man, that was silly.” Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long!

School is exhausting. Right now I’m teaching four literature courses, journalism, and speech and drama, plus a study skills tutorial twice a week. And I do not have a prep period. It’s go go go from 7:45-2:30. All the grading and planning and staff meetings and students coming to you with all of their issues and concerns… it’s all so very… wonderful. It wears ya out, but teaching is also the first job I can even remember having that I can say this about: I don’t hate it. Not even on the crappiest days. Probably because I get to talk about grammar and books all day. And mark all kinds of papers up with a red pen and make puns for my own amusement. No seriously. You guys. I’m such a cliche. If it were just slightly cooler here I’d probably wear the long woolen skirt and sweater with a cat on it. I love teaching English.

Wes and I started playing ultimate frisbee in the village. The first couple of times we tried to play we were competing with volleyball, so we got a lot of curious onlookers but not many players. Our first two games were made up primarily of 1st and 2nd graders. Slowly but surely the older kid started playing and it has turned in to such a hit. The first time we played at night with the light-up was incredible; the kids were freaking out over the disc. I can’t even express how much I love playing with the kids in the village. They want to play ALL THE TIME and it doesn’t matter how many people we have; one night I even played a 2-on-2 game.

Things are going really well and I’m so happy we came back. The other day I was sitting in the front yard doing my feaus (chores–in this case, pulling weeds), and I was just overwhelmed that I live here. It’s like we stumbled onto some crazy secret that surely nobody else knows about or everyone would be doing this. I mean, really. I’m doing something I love, making a difference, and being rewarded every day with an ocean view and a growing savings account. The only word I can think of to describe how I feel about this is just another great big cliche: amazed. I know it’s cheesy and trite but I mean it. Out of all the people in the entire world, somehow I get to be the one who is here, doing this. It really humbles ya.

But enough cheese. Here’s a picture of Wes on his 31st birthday.

And this link is to a dropbox folder containing a fantastic video from the Mr and Ms Segaula pageant last year. (It’s the This kind of sums up the high school boys here. They may look like fully grown men by the age of 15, but they are still willing to come up with and perform a dance routine to a pop song. Love it.

About Cat Q.

For three years, I lived on a tiny little island in the South Pacific called Ta'u, where I taught elementary and high school English. Much of this blog is a chronicle of my time there, and of the travels we were able to do while we were on that side of the world. Now, I'm doing a different kind of travelling in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with my husband and two children.
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2 Responses to Livin’ the dream

  1. mike betzler says:

    So glad that you two are happy with this great oportunity to expand,
    A super Happy 31st to Wes!!
    (I still remember your support for my son’s 30th birthday.)

  2. MJ Bannister says:

    I loved teaching English too. I hear ya on that! I miss it, but I quit because “they” were making it impossible to teach at all. It’s supposed to be about the kids and it sounds like you get that (and your superiors do too?) It became all about the data here. Ugh … Anyway, I’m glad there are still some places that allow teachers to make a difference!

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