TRIST!!!

I dag fikk jeg vite at Gina mistet babyen, og ikke minst med det Pop ( bestefaren) fikk hjerteinfark dagen etterpå. Grusomt!! Det er helt forferdelig trist!!! 

COD VANT FØRSTE KAMP!!!!

College Of The Desert vant over San Jacinto (31-17).....ikke verst...(ps: jeg er ikke blitt fotball fan, men en i klassen min spiller på laget...og han var helt i 100)..Jeg deler alt med dere...til og med ting som ikke er helt i min stil...(haha)

ALL THE GOOD THINGS

I forrige uke i reading class fikk jeg i lekse å lese denne fortellingen av Sister  Helen P. Mrosia, og jeg ble veldig rørt av den, derfor legger jeg ut den for dere..hvis dere vil lese den:)

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.

Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving - "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first, but I soon became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"

It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.

I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room.

As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. I walked to Mark's desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."

At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third. One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves - and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand.

So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."

That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much. "No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a side-ways glance and simply said, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began.

"Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is."

Dad responded quietly, "Mark was killed in Vietnam. The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend."

To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark. I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me.

The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.

I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.

I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

HELT UTROLIG!!!

I går kveld fortalte Gina( min vertsmor) at de venter unge i mai. Det er helt utrolig at neste sommer har de 7 unger i heimen. 

I dag fikk jeg unna teori prøven min. Jeg fikk 1 feil av 36 spørsmål, kan si jeg følte meg lettet. Men jeg klarte ikke å slå pappa bjørn med ingen feil. Så om noen uker har pappa og jeg californian driving licence!!! Og nå er det bare å komme, så skal vi ta oss ein " road trip".

SMAKEN AV STUDENT LIVET...ELLER VALLEFALL MITT!!!

Når Katrine mor sitter inne og leser på lekser...ligger mine foreldre å nyte livet ute ved bassenget!!! (hahaha)

Gratulere!!!!

Tenk at mine flotte foreldre har vært gift i 38 år i dag !!! 

Denne solsikken er til min gode venn Åse:) 

Jeg får lite tid til å sole meg, men føttene mine får alltid lurt seg litt sol.

Min nye kompis:)

Student vasen!!! Pen eller???

Oppholdsrom på vaskerommet!! Jeg har ikke ennå sett noen som virkelig sitter der og venter på vasken, men vi får se.

Felles vaskeroom:) Kan si at det er litt slitsomt å dele vaskeroom med 500 andre leiligheter ( det finnes 4 i området)....vallefall hvis noen ikke gidder å ta ut klærne av maskinene. 

Nam nam....100% American frokost!!!! ( Takk mamma)

En vanlig torsdags kveld:)

I dag fikk jeg se igjen The Mac Pac, og de som ikke vet hvem de er så er listen veldig lang men her begynner den: Gabi (11),Connor (9),Jace (7),Mia (6),Stella (4) og ikke minst Lyla (2). Vi leket og styrte, og koset oss med film....Og de snakket hull på hode av meg, helt utrolig hvor mye som kan kommet ut av en munn så liten:)haha

De hadde blitt utrolig modne på 7 mnder, helt sykt:) Og ikke minst de husket faktisk meg. Jeg har hele tiden vært redd for at de ville ha glemt meg eller noe, men det hadde de ikke...så det føltes veldig bra. 

Jeg skulle ha ønsket at jeg kunne ta dere alle med i lommen min for å vise dere dem:)

Når jeg kom hjem...og hadde snakket med ma og pa....og vi var på vei til sengs skjedde noe som var utrolig ubehagelig, men etter vi fant ut hva det var...så var det ganske så action i heimen.

Kl 00.15 banket det på døren ( og det var ikke en bank men opptil 10...det var en grusom lyd)

Mamma ble redd, og ville ringe til vakten...( kan dere ikke se mamma i denne situasjonen...haha)

Pappa og jeg gikk til døren...og hun fortsatt banket.

Vi ble helt forundret.

Vi fikk se at det var en jente som sto foran døren.

Og plutselig kom bomben: 

" Can you fucking open the door"

Pappa: wrong house

Og stakkar jente som var skam full, sa med flau og forvirret stemme:

 " I am so so sorry".

Senere, så vi etter henne, og hun var så full at hun vimset rundt overalt... 

HAHAHAHA...for en opplevelse...ikke mye...men noe. 

 Jeg har alltid sagt: " Det er noe i den luften"

Glad i dere alle, ha en fin helg:)

SØNDAG!!!!!

I dag har pappa Ørny, mamma Kanne og Kj tatt turen til Albertsons for å handle mat. Og siden jeg har blitt en blogger ville jeg  dele med dere noen av de godsakene som statene kan tilby deg. (ps: det var litt pinlig å ta bilder i en matbutikk, men det viser seg hvor mye jeg ofrer til dere...mine peeps)

En smakbit av Norge: VOSS vann og de har faktisk Jarlsberg!!!!

Kom på besøk, så skal jeg gjerne kjøpe is for å feire.... 2 bøtter med is for 35 kroner ( utrolig) !!!!

Har dere lyst på en muffins, folkens!!!!

Nam nam.....(hahah)

Albertsons- her skjer mat handelen hos familen Sparby:)

SYKT!!!

Det er ikke snakk om å kjøpe en " normal" pakke med dopapir/tørkeruller, her kjøper man STORE mengder om gangen !!!

Vann er viktig i varmen. Og siden vannet i springen smaker som badebasseng vann, så foretrekker Katrine mor flaskevann!!!

TIMEPLANEN MIN!!!!

MANDAG

-Writing class: 12:30-13:20

- Reading class: 15:30-16:50

- World history: 18:50-21.55

TIRSDAG

-Intro to theatre: 08:00-09:20

ONSDAG

- Writing class: 12:30-13:20

- Reading class: 15:30-16:50

TORSDAG

-Into to theatre: 08:00-09:20

FREDAG

- FRI !!!!!!!!!!

LØRDAG

- Math: 08:00-12:50

UT I MIN HAGE!!!!

Sjekk denne fancy tingen som jeg må bruke for å komme in i pool området..misunnelig eller....??

Man kan jo ikke ha en hage uten noen lime trær!!!!

Stien til leiligheten min!!!!

JEEP SUV....Når man er i California så slår man til med en BIG ONE!!!!

BILEN MIN!!!!

Min faste parkerings plass.....gjett hvilken som er min???

73-373 Country Club Dr, apartment nr: 3214

Palm Desert

CA, 92260

Opp trappen og til vestre så er du kommet til Katrine mor!!!

Utsikt fra terassen, herligt eller!!!

Min kjære lille terasse, uten noen ting!!!!

MIN SØTE LEILIGHET!!!!!

STUEN!!!

Mitt Master bathroom ( haha)...ps: ser dere at det matcher med mitt lilla sengeteppe...Digg eller!!!!

Min veldig behagelig seng!!! Ps: lilla er tingen, sant vel Åse!!!

Hvor nydelig er ikke denne hyllen??? Jeg er helt betatt av den!!! Inni her ligger det masse spennende ting....skuffen med det rare i...(hihihi)

" My walk-in-closet"....som er litt rotete( sorry..men det er folk som lever her..hahah). Nå trenger jeg bare masse masse klær for å fylle det.

Ma & Pa sitt bad!!!

Vi er like goe som amerikanerne, så vi har også pyntet rommet vårt med puter så det holder....Dette er ma&pa sitt soverom!!! 

Min smale gang. Mitt rom er rett fram, som er riktig nok kalt masterbed room, så fra nå av er jeg " The master"....Og ma&pa sitt rom er første til høyre.

Spisestuen, der vi skal kose oss med masse god mat!!!

NÅ ER VI I LANDET WHERE DREAMS COME TRUE !!!

Mamma og meg( in the wind)!!!

     Jeg måtte bare ta bilde av mine nye sko, som jeg bare elsker, men orker ikke å bruke pågrunn av varmen!!!!

      Her venter vi på leiebilen vår.Kan si vi pakker lett!!!

NÅ KOMMER BILDENE, FOLKENS!!!!

Her sitter pappa ørny, mamma kanne og kj på KLM flyet fra Amsterdam til LA!!! En lang flytur...men det er alltid koselig med familietur!!!

KLM( hvis dere lurte) og for en fin grå utsikt!!!!