I experienced a little dream come true! Ever since I moved in, I’ve wanted to
see the view from the top of my building. I even took the elevator to the top
floor to see if I could get to the roof on my own. However, when I got out of
the elevator, I saw that there was a gate blocking my way. I attempted to open
it, but it required a key. I resolved to ask Alberto, the guard I know best, to
take me up there.
I finally got up the courage to ask him a couple weeks ago, and he was more than willing! Once we got through the forbidden gateway and reached the door to the outside, it took him several tries before he found the right key. After he found the right one, we emerged from the confines of the hallway and were greeted by the strong winds of the rooftop. I was nearly giddy with excitement! I loved being high above the familiar streets and trees below.
I finally got up the courage to ask him a couple weeks ago, and he was more than willing! Once we got through the forbidden gateway and reached the door to the outside, it took him several tries before he found the right key. After he found the right one, we emerged from the confines of the hallway and were greeted by the strong winds of the rooftop. I was nearly giddy with excitement! I loved being high above the familiar streets and trees below.
I had
expected a more breath-taking depth, but I’d forgotten that I’d already been
spoiled by views from the top of Casupo, one of the mountains on the edge of
the city. The view from the top of my building is similar to that, except that
of course I get to see the familiar buildings around my apartment instead of
the less familiar city scape from atop Casupo. I took a few quick pictures
before Alberto hustled me back into the hallway so we could try the door that
leads to the other side of the rooftop. He claims that side opens to a more
beautiful view, but he couldn’t find the right key for that door. He
promised to take me up the next time he’s on duty, though.
Words of Wisdom from 2nd Grade:
I was asking a group of boys what kind of meat a “roast” comes from. One of them said “a pig,” another “turkey,” and finally, “a fox!”
I was telling my second-graders about the Sudan split, trying to help them understand the word "independence." One of my kids raised his hand and said, "Why didn't they just do rock, paper, scissors?"
I went to my first VANAS (Venezuelan international schools conference for professional development) about a month ago. These links have the info on the conference and a couple pictures of me:
VANAS 2014
http://vanasteachersconfere.wix.com/vanas2014
Words of Wisdom from 2nd Grade:
I was asking a group of boys what kind of meat a “roast” comes from. One of them said “a pig,” another “turkey,” and finally, “a fox!”
I was telling my second-graders about the Sudan split, trying to help them understand the word "independence." One of my kids raised his hand and said, "Why didn't they just do rock, paper, scissors?"
I went to my first VANAS (Venezuelan international schools conference for professional development) about a month ago. These links have the info on the conference and a couple pictures of me:
VANAS 2014
http://vanasteachersconfere.wix.com/vanas2014
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