March 1 was the first day of school for the new year. My mother would think that I was promoted as I have moved from teaching fifth to sixth grade. The girls are a delight. I am enjoying having a homeroom and teaching English. One of the first stories in our reader was about baseball so of course we had to play a game. After my "outstanding" job of teaching the fundamentals of baseball, the first hit of the game had the batter chasing after the ball. God bless the in-field as they beat her to it and are to be commended for an excellent job throwing the ball to first, then on to second, third, and finally home. I didn't even notice that the pitcher was jumping for joy that the batter had hit the ball. Baseball is definitely an American sport!
I have settled into a daily routine of convent, school, and Spanish
classes. Now that the Back-To-School Night and the English Workshop for
parents are over I am relieved. I am certain that the parents are happy that I
am teaching English and not Spanish! I must say, everyone has been so
encouraging and supportive as I have fumbled my way along learning more and more
Spanish but still with miles to go. So, my wish when I blew out the candles on
my birthday cake was to be able to speak Spanish. Maybe by my next
birthday!
