Today was my last day with my Theatre History (Drama 2) class. Agnes (my cooperating teacher) had the kids make me Christmas/Going Away cards.
RJ (see previous post) handed me one in the shape of a heart that said
"You are the Best Teacher Ever. Miss you allready! Tear Drop -RJ (Ryan Jenson)"
(original spelling preserved). It made me smile.
A few other gems, for your entertainment...
Dear Miss Haynie I will miss you, you are really cool.
-Jonny
From the moment I first saw you I was in love! I'm saddened with you leaving. If only I could express myself with words.
-Jonny (hmmm...I have a sneaky suspicion that Jonny didn't really write that one...)
¡Feliz Navidad! You are my favorite teacher! Just to let you know, You have WAY cute clothes...anywho, I hope you have an amazing time in graduate school and whatnot. A last word of advice: if you suddenly sprout wings and find yourself flying, you're probably half-bird.
heart, Mckall
Miss Haynie! You're my favorite! I'm going to miss you like sugar-free chocolate misses sugar! I heart you!
heart, Kristen
Good luck with directing the short play. you rock
Sam
Thanks for teaching us. You made the class fun. Hope you visit. (It'll be boring without you) Merry Christmas
Daniel
Miss Haynie~
You are the best teacher in the whole world! I loved having you teach 2 of my classes. You are so nice, and you always have way cute clothes. I always had fun in drama and I loved the fun lessons that we had. I hope you can come visit our class a bunch. Thank you!
~Olivia
We will miss you soo much Ms. Haynie
Have a verry Marry Crismas (crossed out) Christmas
And a Happy New Years
heart/ Amanda
Ms. Haynie,
Thank you! You're the very best! Good luck!
Love, (heart)
Kieri
Come back and teach me Spanish!
We Will Miss You!!!
Thank you soooo much...Please stay!
BYE!!
Jake
...they almost made me want to.
I saved the best for last...written on the board when they left was
"Miss Haynie es de Lope!"
(ok, so that's only the best if you're a Spanish Golden Age nerd like me)
In spite of all my rejoicing to be done, I think I'm going to miss student teaching just a little...
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Time for a new look
It was time...the bright pink felt appropriate for summer meanderings in Costa Rica, but it was starting to get old...especially considering the current temperature (22 degrees f). I'm wearing a green sweater today- could that be the reason for my choice? Could it be the approaching holiday? My funky mood lately? Hmmm...
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
A bit crabby
So, today a picture popped up on my screensaver that brought back a memory from the summer. It was a memory of the beach...and considering the current temperature in Provo, I thought I would re-visit the memory, and enlighten you at the same time. ;)
Allie (summer roommate), Nikki & Laura (fellow interns), Diana (sister), and I were enjoying an evening meal at a little restaurant on the beach in Manual Antonio, Costa Rica (seriously one of the most gorgeous places ever- if you haven't been there, you should start planning a trip right away), and I saw this monsterous crab teetering around on the sand. A few weeks before I had developed the habit of snapping photos of crabs as often as possible (if you've ever tried to snap a photo of a crab, you'll know that they're quite elusive...and it became like a challenge), so, logically, I seized this optimal opportunity and followed the crab around for several minutes, taking as many pictures as possible. As it was evening, I found it necessary to use the flash to catch my not-so-little crab friend in action.
Apparently his bulgy little eyes didn't appreciate the constant flashing, because after I had finished his photo shoot and was calmly enjoying my batido de guanabana (another must-have experience), the mean thing scampered right over and pinched my toe! It didn't feel good, as you can imagine by looking at the size of his pincher, but what surprised me the most was his intelligence. There were ten feet- one hundred toes- under that table, and the crab had the brains to pick one of mine. I'm totally convinced he was seeking revenge- and he got it- but that' s the last time a crab's going to get the best of me! If I hadn't been so surprised, I would have caught him and had the restaurant cook him up for me, and you better believe that's what I'll do the next time a vengeful crab so much as pokes my toe!
Allie (summer roommate), Nikki & Laura (fellow interns), Diana (sister), and I were enjoying an evening meal at a little restaurant on the beach in Manual Antonio, Costa Rica (seriously one of the most gorgeous places ever- if you haven't been there, you should start planning a trip right away), and I saw this monsterous crab teetering around on the sand. A few weeks before I had developed the habit of snapping photos of crabs as often as possible (if you've ever tried to snap a photo of a crab, you'll know that they're quite elusive...and it became like a challenge), so, logically, I seized this optimal opportunity and followed the crab around for several minutes, taking as many pictures as possible. As it was evening, I found it necessary to use the flash to catch my not-so-little crab friend in action.
Apparently his bulgy little eyes didn't appreciate the constant flashing, because after I had finished his photo shoot and was calmly enjoying my batido de guanabana (another must-have experience), the mean thing scampered right over and pinched my toe! It didn't feel good, as you can imagine by looking at the size of his pincher, but what surprised me the most was his intelligence. There were ten feet- one hundred toes- under that table, and the crab had the brains to pick one of mine. I'm totally convinced he was seeking revenge- and he got it- but that' s the last time a crab's going to get the best of me! If I hadn't been so surprised, I would have caught him and had the restaurant cook him up for me, and you better believe that's what I'll do the next time a vengeful crab so much as pokes my toe!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Flattered
The Sweetheart's Dance is coming up at Timpanogos High School. And RJ (student in my Theatre History class) just turned 16. He's pretty excited about it, and I think that the excitement somehow impaired his ability to reason...or maybe that's just part of being 16. Either way, the other day in class, he turned to me with hopeful look on his face and said "Miss Haynie, will you go to Sweetheart's with me?" I couldn't help myself...I started to laugh. Partly because it caught me off guard and partly because, I figure if I think he's joking, he saves face when I say "Absolutely not RJ!" Hmmm...did I do right? Either way, I was amused, and slightly flattered.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Postponing the Inevitable
On Friday, I skipped out of student teaching a bit early (shhh) and headed back to Cougar Town. My purpose: to apply for graduation. As I was standing in the long line in the ASB (okay, I admit it, Friday was the final deadline) I looked down at the "Application for Baccalaureate Degree" I held in my hands, and realized I was a year late! The signatures (mine, the Spanish Advisor's and the Education Advisor's) were all dated sometime back in 2006. Oops.
To be honest, I was only a little surprised. The past year has been full and productive, and I can't be made to regret my decision to postpone graduation (again...and again). Is getting an education about getting that degree as fast as possible or is it really about having experiences? In my heart, I believe it is the latter, though every once in awhile I am seduced to believe otherwise (like when I realize that people who were still in middle school when I graduated from high school already have those highly coveted degrees...and, "real jobs"). In any case, I don't feel the need to justify myself, but I would like to mention a few of the experiences that have contributed to the postponing of my original graduation date (April, 2004) to my current one (ahem, April, 2008)...
FRESHMAN BOYFRIEND: After a semester of staying out till (I won't say how late, in case mom's reading) and repeatedly sleeping through 9am (and sometimes 10am) classes, I decided that 15 credits were WAY too many for anyone to take in a single semester, and opted for 12. Foolish? Perhaps. But I learned more about myself from dating ( and breaking up with) Freshman Boyfriend than I could have in any class. So, no regrets.
LONDON: Most Theatre majors don't really plan to do it in four years. The program's not really designed that way- it's way too long, and there are too many extra-curricular projects expected of everyone. To remedy those issues, I really SHOULD have spent my Springs and Summers grinding away. But the summer after my Sophomore year I decided to escape Provo, and I headed to London for two months. I saw over thirty shows, West End and otherwise, made life-long friends (shout out to Josh, Rachel and Janine), and learned that I was more than who I thought I was.
MISSIÓN ESPAÑA BILBAO: A month after I returned home from London, I turned in papers to serve an LDS mission. I had realized that every blessing I enjoyed in my life (including my education at Brigham Young University) were bi-products of my membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and my knowledge and acceptance of the Gospel. Somewhere along the line, I found that sharing that with others might, somehow, be important. I was called to serve in Spain, and loved every minute of it. Leaving in November meant missing two full school years, but it was worth it. I learned patience, charity, Spanish...and much more (see Mission Journal Volumes 1, 2, 3 & 4).
PUEBLA: After a year back at BYU I got the travel itch. I was registered for Fall classes and all, but somehow, felt a bit unsettled. So when I randomly checked my "Junk Mail" one day, and found an email from an acquaintance asking for "one more Spanish-speaking female to volunteer in Latin America" I felt butterflies in my tummy, flipped my life around, and headed to Puebla, Mexico as an intern with the Church's Employment Resource Services (see http://fourmonthsinmexico.blogspot.com). Adventures there included an emergency appendectomy, learning to cumbia and salsa, and climbing to the top of many a pyramid. Who needs school when you can be that hands-on?
NARCISO: I settled back in for a year and a half of school (only leaving the country once during that whole time...if you count a visit to Tijuana as "leaving the country", that is), and was set for graduation. I even filled out my "Application for Baccalaureate Degree", and got it signed by the appropriate faculty and staff and everything (see above). However, one day while sitting in my Methods of Spanish Teaching class, a dashing, intelligent young graduate student walked in and changed my life. (Not like that!) He made an announcement about a block class that introduced Spanish Golden Age theatre and was a prep course to participate in a full production from the Spanish Golden Age (in Spanish!), an outreach program to local schools, and a tour to El Paso TX, Ciudad Juárez MX, and Boulder CO the following semester. I thought, "Student teaching? What's that?", and signed up. I then participated in said production, outreach program, and tour. And fell in love with the Spanish Golden Age to boot!
COSTA RICA: I couldn't really student teach until fall, and I had to find something to do with myself over the summer. I talked to one of the directors of the Employment Resource Services Internship, and, realizing that he had a high enough opinion of me to deal with me for another semester (I'm not sure if it was the appendicitis or the pyramid hiking skills that did it...either way though) thought "I could use a summer in Costa Rica!" So I signed on once again, and, as previous entries on this very blog can attest, both had a blast, and learned more than any class could teach me.
And so here I am...student teaching during Fall 2007. And WHY, you ask, am I not graduating next month? WHY have I postponed yet again, and WHY did I find myself in line to apply for graduation on the final deadline for APRIL 2008 commencement? Well...true to form, I've found another great reason! I'm directing one of the Spanish Golden Age plays next semester, and taking a few graduate courses to get ahead in the graduate program I'm applying for (Spanish Pedagogy)...and paying undergraduate tuition all the while. In the end, maybe I've just been an undergraduate for so long that I don't know what else to be. But despite being a year (or three or four) late, I think it's been well worth the wait. And though I've tried my hardest to avoid it, it seems that come April, I'll finally be a real college graduate.
To be honest, I was only a little surprised. The past year has been full and productive, and I can't be made to regret my decision to postpone graduation (again...and again). Is getting an education about getting that degree as fast as possible or is it really about having experiences? In my heart, I believe it is the latter, though every once in awhile I am seduced to believe otherwise (like when I realize that people who were still in middle school when I graduated from high school already have those highly coveted degrees...and, "real jobs"). In any case, I don't feel the need to justify myself, but I would like to mention a few of the experiences that have contributed to the postponing of my original graduation date (April, 2004) to my current one (ahem, April, 2008)...
FRESHMAN BOYFRIEND: After a semester of staying out till (I won't say how late, in case mom's reading) and repeatedly sleeping through 9am (and sometimes 10am) classes, I decided that 15 credits were WAY too many for anyone to take in a single semester, and opted for 12. Foolish? Perhaps. But I learned more about myself from dating ( and breaking up with) Freshman Boyfriend than I could have in any class. So, no regrets.
LONDON: Most Theatre majors don't really plan to do it in four years. The program's not really designed that way- it's way too long, and there are too many extra-curricular projects expected of everyone. To remedy those issues, I really SHOULD have spent my Springs and Summers grinding away. But the summer after my Sophomore year I decided to escape Provo, and I headed to London for two months. I saw over thirty shows, West End and otherwise, made life-long friends (shout out to Josh, Rachel and Janine), and learned that I was more than who I thought I was.
MISSIÓN ESPAÑA BILBAO: A month after I returned home from London, I turned in papers to serve an LDS mission. I had realized that every blessing I enjoyed in my life (including my education at Brigham Young University) were bi-products of my membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and my knowledge and acceptance of the Gospel. Somewhere along the line, I found that sharing that with others might, somehow, be important. I was called to serve in Spain, and loved every minute of it. Leaving in November meant missing two full school years, but it was worth it. I learned patience, charity, Spanish...and much more (see Mission Journal Volumes 1, 2, 3 & 4).
PUEBLA: After a year back at BYU I got the travel itch. I was registered for Fall classes and all, but somehow, felt a bit unsettled. So when I randomly checked my "Junk Mail" one day, and found an email from an acquaintance asking for "one more Spanish-speaking female to volunteer in Latin America" I felt butterflies in my tummy, flipped my life around, and headed to Puebla, Mexico as an intern with the Church's Employment Resource Services (see http://fourmonthsinmexico.blogspot.com). Adventures there included an emergency appendectomy, learning to cumbia and salsa, and climbing to the top of many a pyramid. Who needs school when you can be that hands-on?
NARCISO: I settled back in for a year and a half of school (only leaving the country once during that whole time...if you count a visit to Tijuana as "leaving the country", that is), and was set for graduation. I even filled out my "Application for Baccalaureate Degree", and got it signed by the appropriate faculty and staff and everything (see above). However, one day while sitting in my Methods of Spanish Teaching class, a dashing, intelligent young graduate student walked in and changed my life. (Not like that!) He made an announcement about a block class that introduced Spanish Golden Age theatre and was a prep course to participate in a full production from the Spanish Golden Age (in Spanish!), an outreach program to local schools, and a tour to El Paso TX, Ciudad Juárez MX, and Boulder CO the following semester. I thought, "Student teaching? What's that?", and signed up. I then participated in said production, outreach program, and tour. And fell in love with the Spanish Golden Age to boot!
COSTA RICA: I couldn't really student teach until fall, and I had to find something to do with myself over the summer. I talked to one of the directors of the Employment Resource Services Internship, and, realizing that he had a high enough opinion of me to deal with me for another semester (I'm not sure if it was the appendicitis or the pyramid hiking skills that did it...either way though) thought "I could use a summer in Costa Rica!" So I signed on once again, and, as previous entries on this very blog can attest, both had a blast, and learned more than any class could teach me.
And so here I am...student teaching during Fall 2007. And WHY, you ask, am I not graduating next month? WHY have I postponed yet again, and WHY did I find myself in line to apply for graduation on the final deadline for APRIL 2008 commencement? Well...true to form, I've found another great reason! I'm directing one of the Spanish Golden Age plays next semester, and taking a few graduate courses to get ahead in the graduate program I'm applying for (Spanish Pedagogy)...and paying undergraduate tuition all the while. In the end, maybe I've just been an undergraduate for so long that I don't know what else to be. But despite being a year (or three or four) late, I think it's been well worth the wait. And though I've tried my hardest to avoid it, it seems that come April, I'll finally be a real college graduate.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Student Teaching
I go to high school. Every day I wake up at 6am, scramble to find something to wear, throw whatever I can find for lunch into a brown paper bag (or face the ordeal of the school cafeteria), grab some breakfast to eat on the way, and dash to my car. I haven't done this for awhile, and now, on the other side of the equation, I have realized a few things about high school that I never knew about it while I was in it...
1. It starts WAY too early...I don't know how I did it! And I had early morning seminary to boot!
2. High School students are second-rate citizens...they yelled at for talking, have to ask permission to use the restroom, and are generally not considered trustworthy...just because they're in high school.
3. High School is a dictatorship. The teacher rules...and this generally means that the students (at least the "good" ones) ask the teacher just about everything ("If we write on a whole sheet of paper instead of half, will you throw it away?", "What is my design supposed to look like?", "Miss Haynie, do we have to write our names in the right-hand corner, or the left-hand corner?") Way to develop young minds!
4. High School in Utah Valley is MUCH Much much different than in my mid-west small-town America. (i.e. here, it's "cool" to gather around the piano to sing primary songs during lunch...hmm...)
5. Most of the teachers are on power trips. Why do they care if the kids whisper to each other during Channel One?
That's it for now...I'm about to force a group of young ladies to draw how they think their faces would look if they were middle-aged...and probably be questioned about 15 times if it's okay if they use the peach colored pencil even though their skin is more cream colored...
1. It starts WAY too early...I don't know how I did it! And I had early morning seminary to boot!
2. High School students are second-rate citizens...they yelled at for talking, have to ask permission to use the restroom, and are generally not considered trustworthy...just because they're in high school.
3. High School is a dictatorship. The teacher rules...and this generally means that the students (at least the "good" ones) ask the teacher just about everything ("If we write on a whole sheet of paper instead of half, will you throw it away?", "What is my design supposed to look like?", "Miss Haynie, do we have to write our names in the right-hand corner, or the left-hand corner?") Way to develop young minds!
4. High School in Utah Valley is MUCH Much much different than in my mid-west small-town America. (i.e. here, it's "cool" to gather around the piano to sing primary songs during lunch...hmm...)
5. Most of the teachers are on power trips. Why do they care if the kids whisper to each other during Channel One?
That's it for now...I'm about to force a group of young ladies to draw how they think their faces would look if they were middle-aged...and probably be questioned about 15 times if it's okay if they use the peach colored pencil even though their skin is more cream colored...
Friday, August 10, 2007
News from the North Shore
It's a cloudy morning on Oahu, and thus, we are hanging out in our beach house on the North Shore taking advantage of the high speed wireless. I was wrong about Hawaii. It is still breathtaking after Costa Rica. And we are having a fantastic time here. There is something about vacationing with family that is so comfortable. For example, all of us are still in our pj's. Very nice. I am, however, experiencing a few struggles. Flushing toilet paper down the toilet is difficult. And I have a tendency to respond to people in Spanish at random times. It's like...a reverse language barrier. Kind of.
We spent the day on Wednesday at the Poylynesian Cultural Center. I haven't been there since I was seven, and I loved it. We had a great time, ate tons of good food, and tried our best to not sleep through the night show. Not that it wasn't extremely exciting...we were just extremely jet lagged. We all got some leis and snapped some shots at sunset. 
I think we are rather good looking. :)
I think we are rather good looking. :) Thursday we spent the day snorkeling, which was amazing. 
About half the family saw a sea turtle. Unfortunatley I wasn't part of that half. But it was a ton of fun, and I did see plenty of tropical fish. And also got plenty sunburned. Later we headed to Waimea and jumped off a big rock into the ocean. Actually, I guarded the stuff while everyone else jumped off the rock. Turns out I have a hidden fear of jumping off rocks. And there was a crowd, so I didn't feel like standing there talking myself into actually jumping for 30 minutes. Maybe next time.
About half the family saw a sea turtle. Unfortunatley I wasn't part of that half. But it was a ton of fun, and I did see plenty of tropical fish. And also got plenty sunburned. Later we headed to Waimea and jumped off a big rock into the ocean. Actually, I guarded the stuff while everyone else jumped off the rock. Turns out I have a hidden fear of jumping off rocks. And there was a crowd, so I didn't feel like standing there talking myself into actually jumping for 30 minutes. Maybe next time. Last night's adventure was going to buy fresh (I mean, they were swimming around that morning fresh) shrimp. Maria and Shane took initiative and made us a feast of coconut shrimp...mmmmm...I could live off of those. 
If they have to float me back the mainland because I don't fit on the plane, I hope you'll all still be my friends.
If they have to float me back the mainland because I don't fit on the plane, I hope you'll all still be my friends.
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