Well on the 17th, Katie, Jen, Joe, Michael, Eric, and Jack ran an unofficial half marathon. The full title I believe is something like The First Annual Jack White Memorial International Official Unoffical Trotting for Turtles Half Marathon. Even if some of the title is made up, the length and ridiculousness is not. But wait, I have a poster to prove the title.
There it is: First Annual Jack White Memorial Belize International Trotting for Turtles Half Marathon. We even have t shirts! Anyway, they woke up absurdly early to start (Katie and Jen started at 4:30, the boys at 5:15 ish I think?), but Monica, Elisabeth and I also woke up early (5:20) to be support crew. We borrowed one of the parish cars and drove to the half way point armed with water, hard candies, and posters. What's funny is that the 3 of us were actually very awake and super into cheering. When we got back to Benque, we even set up a finish line on the street by the Church. They were all absolutely disgusting when they finished, but super proud of themselves, as were we. Definitely a proud mom moment.
There they are! All sweaty and gross, but all done! After they cleaned up, we had Mass and breakfast as per our usual Saturday morning.
Other things that have been happening: Yuri, one of our friends and the teacher who sits across from me, has been trying to be better about drinking a lot of water since she was starting to have dehydration problems. Joe came up with the idea of having a friendly water drinking competition between the 3 of us since he's never hydrated either. I just love drinking water. So let's just make sure we're all clear: this was Joe's idea. So we kept a sticky note on our desk that had columns we could add tallies to throughout the week. Let's take a look.
If you look closely, you'll notice that I won every week. I also had the least variance in my numbers. This is due to the fact that I always drink this much water and everyone else was still in the amateurs. I made Joe indicate I was the winner for the first 3 weeks, but he's not very good at losing so he would just glare at me the last two weeks when I asked him to do it. And the best part was that it was all a breeze for me while Joe was struggling every week to keep up. But mission accomplished, we kept Yuri hydrated. And Joe lost.
Today we had a little party with my homeroom at lunch time which of course included cheese dip, coke, and cake, but the real treat was the pizza. From Pizza Hut. It's times like these where I'm so very grateful for my Guatemalan students. It was loud and chaotic and wonderful. They're all nuts, but I'm going to miss them a lot.
And now we only have one more day left in the school year, and it's even a cheated day. We only Mass and one more final (mine of course, because who doesn't love to have grading at the very end of the school year?). I imagine as people finish their final, the flood for yearbook signing and picture taking will continue. That's been another funny experience. Yearbook signing. As a teacher! There has only been one person to ask me to sign whose name I didn't know, so my record is pretty good. Then this weekend is all our graduation festivities, just to add to the craziness of this week. See, we have about a million visitors and more are coming tomorrow. It is a bit overwhelming since 1) our group is all introverts and 2) even though it's good to see them again, you can't help but wish it was just your little family from this year. Luckily they all understand that and so I think the last couple nights last week won't have any house guests. Or something like that. We've just had people coming in and out since this weekend, so I can't keep track of who is staying where. But none of us can believe we all leave in less than a week! It's such a mix of emotions. We're all happy to go home, but we don't want to leave each other, but this only means we're guaranteed hang out time! Ok well I'm going to stop thinking about Wednesday, pack up my stuff, and get out of here!
St. Maximilian Kolbe, pray for us.
Totus Tuus, Maria.
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