Swimming at T-dock & KB bridge

On the weekends, if the students didn't stress me out too much, Taylor and I would walk them to T-dock to swim for a few hours. On a really good day, if we were lucky, we'd borrow the flat bed truck and go to the bridge.

As always, the boys would have fun trying to push each other off the edge and would even challenge each other. You'd see many of them standing back from the edge until one would wander too close and someone else would sneak up behind to push him in... during the struggle a swarm of boys would come up from behind and the next thing you know, one after the other is getting pushed over. It was really very entertaining.

A few of my freshman and sophomore students foolishly challenged me to one-on-one matches to see who could push the other over the edge. I didn't tell them I grew up with a twin brother who was the top wrestler at our school... let's just say it wasn't an easy match like they expected. Well, not for them at least. I don't resort to wimpy pushing. I usually just got them in a headlock with the left arm, picked up their legs with my right arm, walked to the edge of the dock, and threw them over. Piece of cake... Don't mess with a Subris girl, haha, not even one under five feet tall.

There was always a great deal of showing off and jumping into the water in crazy ways. Taylor had the shooting star perfected and tried to teach some of the boys. One student in particular, Anthony, spent a great deal of time trying the shooting star... yet somehow always back-flopped instead. After many excruciating attempts, he convinced me to try. I almost had it the first time and that just embarassed him. Sorry, haha. I never quite got it right though.

The students also enjoyed taking pictures of each other (and themselves of course) underwater with my camera. If you go to Palau, an underwater camera is a must. It certainly is a lot of fun and is great for snorkeling.

Bonfire

Another activity that Taylor and I had for the students was a bonfire. After collecting wood, the fire was lit near the basketball court. The boys had a lot of fun running up to the fire and jumping or diving over it... and of course there were lots of marshmallows. I took out my camera and the next thing I knew, the boys kept posing by the fire and asking "Miss, picture?" Unfortunately, my camera doesn't do well in the dark, and everything blurred together.

Then a stick was brought over and the ends were lit for a fire dance. A few boys showed off before giving the not-so-skilled boys a chance to try. That was very entertaining. It was a fun night... though Taylor and I were scolded by the Principal for burning the grass.

Peliliu... a not so relaxing vacation

This story is from Thanksgiving break.

After a rough couple of weeks, I was ready for a nice relaxing vacation ... away from my misbehaving students. Jenny and Erin, two American friends teaching at Bethania, were going to the island of Peliliu for Thanksgiving break. I was invited along too so I jumped on the chance and was looking forward to some kayaking, swimming, exploring, and so on.

The boat ride to Peliliu was long but the view from the third story of the boat was beautiful. The only downfall was the close proximity to pot smoking teenagers... one of which took a long puff on a joint and looked up to see me staring him down. Alcapone, one of my sophomore students, started gagging as soon as he saw me and quickly retreated to a lower level. He was lucky. I was on vacation, and though I didn't approve, I wasn't planning on supervising. For these next few days I was considering myself a tourist, not a teacher. Jenny, Erin, and I were just three pasty white American tourists.

We stayed at Storyboard Beach Resort in a cute little cabin along the beach. It even had hot water... you have no idea how wonderful the thought of a hot shower was. But it turned out that a group of students from the girls' school were staying in the cabin next to us and the parents had requested that we watch them. Babysitting. Just great. And they specifically said no drinking or smoking weed. We had no idea what a challenge this would be.

That night, we were woken from sleep by a loud banging sound. I jumped out of bed and looked out the window to see two teenage boys trying to kick in the door of the girls' cabin. We went running outside and chased the boys off, but they came back ten minutes later to try again. These boys were obviously high and maybe drunk, and they were definitely stubborn. When we came out yelling, they would run away like scared little girls. But it wouldn't be long before we'd see them sneaking back through the trees. We gave up trying to sleep and started patrolling the area around the cabin.

At some point we noticed that there were seven pairs of flipflops sitting on the porch... but there were only five girls. The two extra pairs were also way too big to be for girls. So we pounded on the door until they opened up and the questioning began. Here's what we were told:
1. They were all hanging out until a fight broke out.
2. A large group of boys ganged up on two boys (cousins of one of the girls) and wanted to fight.
3. It wasn't a fair fight so the girls were hiding the two boys in their cabin.
4. The other boys were trying to break into the cabin to get to them.

Well, we weren't going to let this happen. I grabbed some flashlights and we split up. The boys kept coming back and they definitely outnumber us, but we chased them off each time. So they resorted to throwing coconuts and that just made me angry, especially when one came very close to hitting me. They started throwing other things and when I spotted one boy in the woods pick something up and throw it at me, I threw it right back at him as he ran away screaming. I was starting to enjoy this.

At some point I checked under the cabin and saw someone jabbing a stick up through the floor boards. I yelled at him to get out, but he just froze... as if I could only see him if he was moving. I told him again to get out but he didn't move. So I did. I dove under the cabin and yelled that if I got my hands on him I was going to break him. He jumped up, smacked his head on the floor boards, and started running. I chased him off the resort, down the beach, then up through someone's yard and started chasing him down a road. He stopped at one point where there were some trees behind him and turned to face me. I couldn't see his face; he had a hat on and his hoody over that. He was far enough away that he could have easily escaped. I'll admit it, I'm out of shape. Why was he waiting for me?

It hit me that I had to make a decision at this point. I had now run far away from my friends. It was dark. I didn't know where I was and he might have some of his own friends hiding and ready to jump me. I breathed deeply and slowly walked right up to him and asked him what his problem was. He kept his face down so I couldn't see who he was. He said he didn't have a problem with me, but just wanted to talk to the boys hiding in the cabin. I told him he could wait until morning, and I continued to question him to try to figure out exactly what was going on. He stopped answering my questions and started asking for my name and to shake my hand. I didn't trust him so I didn't tell him and I definitely didn't want to give him an opportunity to try something. But he became insistant. I told him my Palauan name, Ngerium, and made him promise to leave for the night. If he still wanted to talk to the boys, he could come back in the morning.

We finally got to bed at 4:30 AM and we were exhausted. At 6:00 AM we were woken up again, this time to a party going on in the girls' cabin and a fog of smoke from weed between our cabins. We were pissed. Jenny went over to talk to the girls and made the boys leave. They were obviously high and there were bottles of alcohol all over the floor. The boys were back ten minutes later. Nothing we did made them leave for good and we didn't get any sleep.

We told the girls that they couldn't have any boys in their cabin after 6PM the next night, but we spent the entire night trying to keep them out. Jenny kept going back to the cabin and searching for the boys, sometimes finding them hiding in the beds and kicked them out. But they always came back.

Day three... same thing, and we were angry. So Angry. And sick, all three of us. We were running on very little sleep and were exhausted and now sick. We left Peliliu and decided never to be anywhere near students when leaving for vacation again.

So much for a relaxing break. At least we had the chance to explore the island before we left. We ran into a large pig walking down the road, and did some hitch hiking... Erin managed to fall off the back of the pickup truck (Don't worry, she was ok). Hopefully, we'll have the chance to return and see the swimming hole one day.

Fiesta

In an attempt to provide students at Emmaus with fun activities (and to keep them from sneaking off campus), Taylor and I decided to throw a fiesta toward the beginning of the school year. It turned out that most of them had no idea what a fiesta was... or had ever seen a pinata.

I had the Sophomore class make pinatas during Arts & Crafts class, blowing up balloons and covering them in shreds of paper which were soaked in a mixture of flour and water. I told them to make as many as they could and we would fill all of them with candy. Unfortunately, many balloons popped before the paper dried and we only had a handful of pinatas at the end of the week. Taylor and I filled them and provided food and music on Saturday...

but they were scared! With the speakers up, Taylor stood on the porch of Jonart's house holding the microphone and called to the students to come eat, enjoy the music, and smash pinatas. We were surprised that these boys, who usually came running at the mention of junk food, were hiding in the dorms. Eventually they came over and got to work on the nachos and salsa, but when we hung the first pinata from the basketball rim, they hesitated. Jonart went first, as we were celebrating his birthday. After being spun in circles, he slowly tried to figure out where the pinata was. But as soon as he swung, I yanked on the rope attached to the pinata and raised it well above the stick, and snickers spread through the eagerly waiting students. He eventually figured it out and when he smashed the pinata open all hell broke loose. The pinata quickly disappeared from sight as it was buried under a pile of students. There was screaming and laughing. The boys started volunteering to hit the other pinatas and soon the candy was all gone. I'd say it was a success.

Some Old Stuff

September 18, 2008
I'm doing well here, just got over two weeks of being sick with the flu. My classes are good but challenging. In Algebra and General Science there are a few students (the ones who are related to me) who make things difficult. I've had to yell at one on a regular basis and have kicked him out of class a few times. This week I've had to resort to having him do physical labor during his free time. English class is going well, but even I think it's boring, haha. Arts and Crafts is my only sophomore class, and I have them doing still life drawings this week. We've been doing basketball and volleyball for P.E. these past few weeks, but the Interscholastic Sports League is starting this week so we've been having the kids run instead. Tomorrow is their first Cross Country meet... wish them luck!


October 3, 2008
I haven’t seen too much outside of the Emmaus High School, but what I have seen has been great. Palau really is beautiful. I spent a weekend at the rock islands with some women from the school and church. I have tons of pictures I wish I could show you, but the internet is so slow that nothing will upload online. It was funny watching all these women prepare the boat that was taking us to the rock islands. They brought enough food for a small army and comforters, solar powered showers, giant batteries, etc. The two Filipina women and I packed a small bag each and then we tried to run off and set up camp down the beach from everyone else. I spent a lot of time by myself at the islands, kayaking, swimming in beautiful crystal clear water, exploring the beach, chasing eels and stingrays, etc. It was a much needed break.

Now I’m sitting at my Aunt Laura’s house in Airai, on the porch overlooking a valley and some rock islands and the edge of the ocean. It’s a gorgeous view… and I can enjoy some peaceful alone time.


December 10, 2008
The Emmaus boys played Palau High School today for the championship and.... they WON!!! 62 to 67... it was another exciting game.


January 6, 2009
I hope you had a great Christmas and New Years!!

Guess what! I'm now part of the worship team at the church here. It's only been two weeks so far, but it's a big step for me. Two other ladies and I stand up front and lead worship! Ahhhh... it still scares me and the first week almost no sound came out of my mouth because I was so nervous and the Pastor was concerned I think... but I did really well the second week :) Yea!


February 13, 2009
Classes at Adult High are going well, the students are a lot more mature and they actually listen to me. It still feels wierd when I start lecturing and they take notes without me having to yell at them for 10 minutes to listen and get out notebooks first, haha. They don't throw things at me or argue with me, etc ... so it's going well.

Looking Back

I realize I haven't shared many of my stories from this year, so I'm looking back through my old emails to find things to share. I hope you enjoy them.