Attack of the Munchkins!

I was attacked yesterday in Bible class by 1st B. I don´t know who started it, but one of my boys reached his hand up and tickled me under the chin (for those of you who don´t know, I am extremely ticklish. The slightest wiggle of a finger in my direction can make me giggle). I laughed, which meant (in their eyes) that this was fun. Before I knew what was happening, I had little hands tickling me all over! I couldn´t stop laughing to show them that I seriously wanted them to stop, so for a few panicked moments I had no control over the classroom and no hope of ever gaining control over the classroom. I kept having visions of the principle walking by and seeing me pinned against my desk with little bodies all over me. Luckily, they did stop eventually, because my neck was turning red (I also have sensitive skin) from their fingers grabbing me. Even though I wasn´t hurt, some of them felt bad because I looked like I was. New classroom rule: No Tickling the Teacher.

Semana Santa

Last week was our ¨Spring Break¨ (titled Semana Santa: Holy Week), which was nice to have a break from school. It´s scary to realize that last week was our last break before the end of the year! I´m not quite sure how I feel about that yet.......time is certainly ticking by.

Two Sundays ago I headed to Copan with two of my friends. It is the cutest town I´ve seen in Honduras, and it was my first time visiting Mayan ruins! The school had given us some money, so we stayed in a nice hotel (with AC!) and splurged a little with going out to eat. When we went to see the ruins it started to pour on us (which I didn´t mind, being and Oregonian and all, but my friends weren´t too thrilled), so we retreated towards the museum. We had thought that our ticket to the ruins also got us into the museum, but we were soon informed that no, it doesn´t. So as we stood there in the entrance of the museum looking pathetic and a bit like drowned rats, the lady checking tickets at the door waved us in for free (I still feel a little guilty about that...).

We got back into Comayagua on Wednesday so that we could see the carpets and parade on Friday (the busses shut down on Thursday). All Thursday night families work on making ¨carpets¨ for Friday morning. These carpets are mostly made out of colored saw dust, but some are made from other materials such as coffee, glass, seeds, rocks, etc. Patterns and huge stencils are used to make the picture, and then everything is pressed down. So they look like huge carpets, but they can´t be walked on without being destroyed. At noon a parade celebrating Jesus´death passes over the carpets, ruining them.

Yesterday was our first day back in school. It actually felt good to wake up again with purpose to the day (and as fabulous as the break was, I did miss my kids). That concludes my Spring Break, and the bell is about to ring for class!