I think I may have actually gotten the hang of this Australia thing. Although this has been anything but a normal week at school. When I arrived on Wednesday morning there were fire trucks parked outside and the area around the library was roped off. I thought, "oh great, we had a fire". I stopped the first teacher I saw and asked her for the skinny. She said that someone had hopped the fence during the night, hooked the hose up to the fire hydrant, stuck the hose under the library door, and turned it on. Needless to say it flooded the library and the last three days have been sent trying to dry it out and salvage materials. Apparantly the little hoodlums did the same thing at the court house earlier this month.
Yesterday I was on duty at recess (we are monitoring the Kinders this week) and one little boy came up to me and in a cheeky tone said, "Why do you talk so funny?" And you all know me, with as much class as I could muster I shot back, "Well why do YOU talk so funny?" And without missing a beat the boy said, "You want a piece of me!" All I could do was laugh--this little red headed kinder trying to pick a fight with the tallest teacher in the school. And an American no less--he obviously didn't know how he was messing with. :)
Because I am carless I had the blessed opportunity of walking to town yesterday (it's about a 30-45 minutes walk--uphill both ways in the snow...oh wait, it's in the 80's here). And I shopped at everyone's favorite store...da...da...da BIG W! You got it--the Australian version of Wal-Mart. I can't believe that I traveled half way around the world to find a Wal-Mart.
Of course everyone here is fascinated with my accent (which isn't that much different from being in the states). All of the kids in the school know that I am from America and random children will come up to me all the time and say, "What's the word for dancing in America?" "How about yellow?" Cross your fingers that the novely will wear off sooner than later.
Those are really the most exciting things. My vocabulary is expanding with every conversation. Just wait until I come back and order you to throw something in the rubbish bin. Or to get out your textas for drawing (yea, markers--who would have thought...not me). :)
I am sad that I am missing all of the Cardinals excitement. I will expect a blow by blow from my Dad when I call this weekend. Of course they would be playing this well when I leave the country. HONK!
I love you and hope you are enjoying the nice winter weather!