Two years ago today I was trying to find my freshman English class in the Humanities. I hated that class, it was one of the worst classes I have ever taken, thankfully I will never have to go back. Here I am today about to start my junior year of college. Today is… Continue reading Good-bye Martin, Hello Canada
In case anyone was concerned--yes I did get home. It has been pointed out to me several times that I have neglected to post anything recently. While I was in Mexico I was I spent my last week finishing up classes and taking exams, doing last minutes shopping and spending time with my Mexican family… Continue reading I am not lost
There is a joke in our group of students from UT Martin about the "ag people". I am very thankful for the USDA grant that I received that allows me study Spanish in Mexico for a month and to visit another city in Mexico and learn about international agricultural trade between the Untied States and Mexico. … Continue reading Plants, Plants, Everywhere!
I am not sure what exactly I expected when I left home to live for a month in another country. In some ways I expected nothing to be familiar or the same, and at other times I thought some things would not change. I found out both are true, just not in the way I… Continue reading A world apart
Spansih word(s) of the day: ¿Donde trabajas? Guess what it means... My day as a miner On Saturday I went on a field trip with students from the langauge school. We visited the statue of Christo Ray in the morning and a silver mine in Guanajuato in the afternoon. Another day when I have time… Continue reading Why I Do Not Want to Be a Miner
My Daily Schedule: 7:30 am Wake up and get ready for school. Downstairs I can hear Martha, our house mother cooking breakfast. 8:00 am Martha serves us a hot breakfast everyday. It varies, but there is always fresh fruit, cheese or yogurt, eggs of some kind, and bread or tortillas. It is delicious! 8:45 am After… Continue reading A Typical School Day in Guanajuato
The best way to describe the feelings and emotions of being in a foreign country are of an airplane landing.Then we touched down with a jolt and much shaking when our program directors sent Emily and I home with our host family who speaks no English.