T-minus ten hours until Thailand!

I posted a picture on facebook this past Wednesday.

Proof that I actually started packing for my trip to Thailand!

….

It is now 11:13 on Saturday evening (my flight leaves in less than ten hours), I just finished a skype convo with my youngest brother, while waiting for my freshly painted nails to dry.

And the pile of clothes is still lying on the floor of my bedroom. I am making a mental list of the things I still need to add to the pile, and then pack in my backpack… honest.

Toothbrush, deodorant, contacts, razor, pajamas… and the mental list continues. But I think my nails are finally dry!

thankful thursday <3

For several weeks now, I have started to implement Thankful Thursday into my weekly schedule with my students. We come back from lunch, sit on our soft comfy rug, and take turns choosing one person, and telling that person one thing we are thankful to them for. “I like your laugh.” “Thank-you for picking up my chair yesterday.” “Thank-you for playing soccer with me at recess.”

Surprisingly, this is extremely hard for my students, especially when it comes to boys and girls complimenting and thanking the opposite sex. Right now, every Thursday, it takes up our whole read aloud time for the day. And if you know me, you know that I LOVE READ ALOUD. It is actually my favorite lesson (and it is a lesson).

It is worth it though.  I wish I would have started it at the beginning of the year. It is forcing my students (and me) to look at their classmates/students and remember things they do that we appreciate. I don’t let them give outside appearance compliments, “I like your glasses”, etc. This activity is about finding the good things inside of each other, looking at the character of our neighbor, and being thankful for that.

What are you thankful for today?

Saetbyul’s Wedding, her very Korean one!

Saet is a friend of mine that I have had ever since coming to Korea. I love to tell the story of how we met.

“Hi, I am Melody… what’s your name?”

“Saet, but you can call me Sarah.”

“Why?”

“Because people can’t really say my name.”

“I can say Saet. I am going to call you Saet.”

“Whatever…” and the homegirl walks OFF. We’ve been friends ever since (obviously^^).

Her wedding took place on Saturday, March 17th… and though rain was in the forecast ALL WEEK, she ended up with the most beautiful day of the season so far. The wedding was held at one of my favorite places in Korea; the War Memorial Museum. It was a very colorful, extremely Korean, outdoor event. Here are a few pictures, I love the way they turned out!

The entrance of the bride!

Saet’s students practicing their song, it was the cutest performance (though I have no idea what they sang out about…haha).

There were so many colors, I couldn’t stop taking pictures!

These are just a few of the gazillion pics I took. Congratulations Saet and Nurse Yoo!!!

the blogging universe, so big— yet so small!

Hello World,

I actually have people come check this blog out from ALL OVER THE WORLD. It is the neatest feeling. Since starting my new blog: two apples a day, with miss jee young— I have been overwhelmed by the blogging community. When I started this blog, Spit on the Street (named for the one thing that shocked me the most when moving to Korea), I did it because I had so many hilarious stories to share with my family and friends back home that I was actually sending a mass e-mail home once or twice a WEEK (my job back then offered me a lot of free time… A LOT.). I figured instead of mass attacking their inbox every week I would give them the option of reading about my life.

Since then, this blog has become so much more. I have been able to not only share my cultural experience and life, I have been able to discover my love of photography (and sharing that joy), I have been able to reflect on everything I do (such a great way to grow in life!), and I have found that in this world there is such amazing creativity.

Becoming more involved in the blogging community because of my educational blog (which has caused me to be on twitter a lot more^^) I have discovered There are some ridiculously awesome educational/classroom blogs out there (links are on twoapplesaday) and lately I have been incredibly inspired by my friends blogs, and their creativity. Especially my new trifecta group of friends (in real life, AND the blogging world!). I am attaching links to their blogs in this post (they are also on my sidebar):

Liz

Mark

Hannah

Keep doing what you are doing friends, YOU ROCK (christopher howarth fist pump).

Who inspires you? Share their link, PLEASE. 

Santa Clause (I know, it’s not really the season!)

I used to write whole blog posts with just words. So many words! And then… January 2011, I bought myself the best Christmas/Birthday/every other holiday to justify it present ever. My Nikon D5000. That was the beginning of the end of words, and pictures have been my source of stories, and joy. Nowadays, I panic about not being able to put up a blog post because I have no recent pictures to go with it.

I forgot how much writing about the interesting and random and hilarious things that happen to me while I teach and live in a foreign country are therapeutic; they help me remember where I have been, how far I have come, and where I am going.

Just before Christmas this year I was asking my students what they wanted to be/do when they got older (a question, at age eight, I am sure they have heard many, many times^^). All of my boys started whispering and pointing to their faces, giving their chins the rub down. My smallest boy (with the biggest attitude) raised his hand. “Ms. Welton! Ms. Welton! We want to have beards when we are older.”

I smiled, I have become used to random comments from my students that make no sense, “Really? Cool, I like beards.”

“Yeah, we want white beards… so that when are kids go to be at Christmas we can be Santa Clause when we grow up!”

And that was when the white beards made sense, we had just finished having a hard conversation in my class before this said discussion. One of my students brought up how Santa wasn’t real. I don’t usually lie to my students, so I answered their questions, “BUT… who brings the presents?” “Who eats the cookie?” “It’s my PARENTS???” Only a couple of my students were surprised. The rest were like, “Duh, your parents give you presents.”

I was not the one who brought it up. Swear. I learned my lesson last year.

Ruby Red (Dorothy’s Shoes!)

Have you ever heard of the shoe brand TOMS? I am sure most of you are reading this and chuckling to yourself… “Where has this girl been? Under a rock?”

Well, I was just asking. I have been aware of these shoes for a long time. I have been meaning to buy a pair for YEARS. And I haven’t done so. Yet. I need to. The fact that every time you buy a pair of shoes means that some other soul out there gets a pair of shoes that he/she wouldn’t normally have, absolutely warms my heart!

One of my students came to school today sporting a sparkling new pair of TOMS. I want them. I think our feet our almost the same size, yeah?

After she proudly showed them to me, I smiled and exclaimed, “They are Dorothy shoes!” She smiled back, but it was clear… she had no idea what I was talking about.

Fairy Tales

Who doesn’t love fairy tales? Don’t answer that, because if you don’t like them it will sadden my heart…) Currently, I am teaching my students how to write good fairy tales. Throughout this process, I realized it has been way TOO long since I wrote my own story.

I decided to teach my students through modeling (a very good technique I hear^^). I wrote my own fairy tale. I wanted to give my students a breakthrough into their thinking, fairy tales do not have to always be about princesses and dragons. Here is my story (remember, it is written with a 2nd grade audience in mind):

The Little Green Button

Once upon a time there was a sad and lonely little green button. But you see, he had not always been sad and lonely…

This button used to be sewn onto the world’s ugliest coat. A poor farmer girl owned this dirty, brown coat. She didn’t mind owning the ugliest coat in the world though, because it was hers (and she used to have no coat at all). Even when the tails started to fray, and her arms grew too long for the sleeves, even then… She wore her coat.

She wore her coat when she milked the cows. The little green button loved it when she milked the cows. She wore her coat when she fed the chickens (the little green button was not a fan of chickens). She wore her coat to bed in the winter when it was so cold that even all four of her sweaters could not keep her warm (the little green button loved these nights the best because she would tell him a bedtime story). She used her coat as a picnic blanket in the spring. She used it as a towel after she went swimming in the lake in the summer. Her coat was always with her.

Then one day, when the little girl was milking the cows, her one little green button (the rest of the buttons were brown) POPPED off the coat. He fell to the ground and laid there, even after the little girl picked up the milk bucket and walked away.

The little green button cried and cried. He never knew what it felt like to be alone. He laid on the floor of the barn for weeks and weeks, lost amongst the hay. Then, one day, the little girl’s mother was walking by the barn… she heard the little green button crying!

“Oh!” The mother exclaimed as she picked up the little green button. “I am so glad I found you. A kind neighbor gave me a new coat to give my little girl and she will not wear it, because it does not have her little green button.”

The mother ran to the house and gave the little green button a new home. Soon he was sewn onto a beautiful purple coat, in between shiny black buttons. When the little girl came in from feeding the chickens she saw her little green button and cried.

“I missed you friend!”

And they all lived happily ever after.

Hehe, I just love silly stories… don’t you?

goodbye hannah…

It happens over and over again when you live abroad.

Saying goodbye.

Hannah’s friendship was one that “just happened” in that amazing “we are so meant to be friends” way. I am an extrovert (did you know?), so I tend to want to hang out and be friends with everyone (it really takes me by surprise when people don’t want to be my friend! really…). When it happens that someone calls me out, and initiates the “let’s hang out”, before I do. I freak out. Someone wants to hang out with me! Is my constant thought process (I mean, then again…who wouldn’t? I am seriously cool).

We painted our nails. We shared a blanket. We giggled until the wee hours of the morning. And we will do it again, somewhere else in the world.

“See you later Hannah!” I am glad you made it back safely to Canada.

pictures credited to brian kim! thanks bro…