<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161</id><updated>2011-10-25T14:17:29.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Life of an Alaskan Bush Teacher</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-7952084163381110006</id><published>2010-05-07T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:15:55.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/S-Sdp3WdRNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XFLfCFO7rOg/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/S-Sdp3WdRNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XFLfCFO7rOg/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468669190092965074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more year has come to a close on the North Slope.  Today was our last day of school and as we said good bye to the students for the summer, I thought about how much they have grown over the past two years that I have been at this school.  I feel so lucky to be a part of their lives and also to have had this opportunity to be a part of such a unique community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will bring about many changes to our school.  Our principal for the past two years is leaving us to begin her retirement and that will be very difficult for most of us.  She has definitely effected the way that I developed as a teacher since she has really helped guide me in the early years of my career.  We do welcome our in-coming principal and are all excited to see what she will bring to our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/S-SeivnER_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/e_xenSO2DTs/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/S-SeivnER_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/e_xenSO2DTs/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468670167267690482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also quite a bit of moving around happening in our school.  Next year I will once again go back to teaching a 6th/7th grade self-contained classroom.  This rowdy group of 13 should be quite fun as I have had the same crew for this past year.  Neal, my fiancee, will also be changing his teaching assignment to cover the kindergarten/first grade classroom.  He will have quite the group tots that should be loads of entertainment for us all.  We're both very excited to be returning next year to work with these kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-7952084163381110006?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7952084163381110006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=7952084163381110006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7952084163381110006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7952084163381110006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-year-ends.html' title='Another Year Ends'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/S-Sdp3WdRNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XFLfCFO7rOg/s72-c/DSC_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-1123639286501348112</id><published>2010-03-13T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:34:46.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Connections</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I'm a slacker and haven't posted in a few months.  I'll try to do better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had an inservice where we were "adopted" by members of the community.  It was a great way to get a first hand look at the history of our village and learn more about the Inupiat culture.  We were taken in by two members of the community, both who are very active in the church and try to pass on values they find important to the younger generations.  It was a really interesting way to learn more about the community we are living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people who adopted the teachers today is an 82 year old guitar playing, ulu making man.  Mr. Johnny Nayukok  had started working around this village when he was a young man, driving coal from out of the mines to Barrow.  He has never had any formal schooling and doesn't speak English.  Our home-school facilitator was there to translate for us and listening to him speak was amazing.  I think that it is so important that there are elders like himself that still speak the Inupiaq language and can pass on to his children and grand-children this language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two hours that we spent learning about the community and looking at pictures of the history of our village was a great way to get involved with the people around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-1123639286501348112?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1123639286501348112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=1123639286501348112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/1123639286501348112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/1123639286501348112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2010/03/cultural-connections.html' title='Cultural Connections'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2468581250174824005</id><published>2009-11-09T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:23:46.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, Neal and I made a trip to Fairbanks for a much needed break.  Packing two barely filled suitcases, we celebrated Eben Hopson's birthday, which has become Inuit day, by boarding the Thursday night flight to Barrow, continuing onto Fairbanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really great time and we came back with much more than we had anticipated.  We even needed to make one last run to Wal-Mart to buy another duffel bag.  The whole experience was really great, but after living in a village you start to have a little sensory overload after the third day in a bustling town like Fairbanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Chena Hot Springs, and to anyone who hasn't made that trip before, I highly recommend it.  Sitting in the water, taking in the beautiful sights and complete quiet is absolutely amazing.  The water was 107 degrees near the entrance to it and as high as 115 degrees in other places.  Truly a relaxing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one downfall to this escape to the "big city" was the return trip home.  I have come to find Fairbanks airport a serious inconvenience.  I'm not sure if anyone else has had the same experience as me, but I have found the TSA agents there to have quite a superiority complex and way too much free time.  Every time I have passed through that security checkpoint I have been pulled aside for some reason or another.  Yes, I'll admit that I am somewhat absent minded, but seriously, what the heck.  This time I did forget that I had purchased an ulu while visiting Santa's Workshop at North Pole.  It was still completely in its packaging, tightly wrapped up.  After going through security they pulled me aside, having to go through all my bags, remove items purchased from their packaging (even things they honestly didn't need to, like a Santa doll), and generally tick me off.  I sent Neal off in search of an envelope so we could mail the ulu back to us and we were finally set free 15 minutes later.  After that fiasco, I figured we were home free for the flight home.  Boy, was I wrong.  The next few hours passed with no issues and we made our way to the gate when it was nearing the time to board the plane.  So did about eight TSA agents.  Announcements were made, people made their way to the lines, and Neal and I made our way to join them.  We were actually very close to the front of the 15 person long line, but as I reach the ticket agent, I was asked by one security man to show him my boarding pass and I.D. as part of a "random security check."  Of course, I had put away my I.D. since you don't need to show it again most anywhere else.  I needed to step out of line, dig through my back pack, and show the jerk my stuff.  Irritation!!!  It wouldn't be such a big deal if they wouldn't say it's a "random check."  Just tell me that I'm on the list, or pick on someone else for a while.  I was the only person to be picked out of the line, most of them we there when I was pulled out the first time, and there really aren't that many people at the Fairbanks airport.  Seriously folks, get it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we did make it safely back to Barrow last night and all was fine, but I have determined not to return to the Fairbanks airport if there is any way around it.  I hope this is happening to more people than just me and that someone else agrees that the security measures are a little extreme.  At least I had a relaxing weekend to prep me for that travel experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2468581250174824005?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2468581250174824005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2468581250174824005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2468581250174824005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2468581250174824005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-5234285608567714183</id><published>2009-09-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:58:48.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtSquvGFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/leohL4bRxUs/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtSquvGFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/leohL4bRxUs/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387410484228986962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has been happening on the North Slope since the last blog.  We've had a wonderful visit from our new superintendent, Peggy Cowan, and classes have resumed fully.  Snow came to us in the second week of September and we haven't been out of the 20's for a couple weeks.  Last weekend the river and lake both froze over and, to our surprise, many of the villagers were ice fishing.  It's not like the river has been frozen long either.  It is probably about an inch thick, no more than 2 in most places, but people still venture out to catch their dinners.  We've even seen a 4-wheeler or two out on the thin ice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtRux-udI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sQEQfO0DfMw/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtRux-udI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sQEQfO0DfMw/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387410468136466898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have had the pleasure of hosting two teachers from Scotland.  Last year, our school began a partnership with schools in Scotland because of their similarities to our rural lifestyle.  Our students learned Scottish dances, and our Scottish friends got a taste of what rural life really is.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtSG_KugI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sSRPZESPG70/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtSG_KugI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sSRPZESPG70/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387410474634230274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big event on the tundra, that really took place on the tundra, was our engagement.  Neal proposed on September 5th while out for a walk &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtRKy6InI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nxsI_zges6A/s1600-h/DSC_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtRKy6InI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nxsI_zges6A/s320/DSC_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387410458476683890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;along the river.  It was a beautiful day and we were both glad to share this experience together in the Arctic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9226e5a4e7d8fae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09226e5a4e7d8fae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330438544%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E711BA578BA688700D8D4F8766E9C5F8324D3AE.460B4B1B80501F84F9D0E27E51637E411860B81E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9226e5a4e7d8fae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2-pU4WuQWo7HzHhTvHhj2cvXGeQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09226e5a4e7d8fae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330438544%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E711BA578BA688700D8D4F8766E9C5F8324D3AE.460B4B1B80501F84F9D0E27E51637E411860B81E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9226e5a4e7d8fae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2-pU4WuQWo7HzHhTvHhj2cvXGeQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-5234285608567714183?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5234285608567714183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=5234285608567714183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/5234285608567714183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/5234285608567714183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-update.html' title='September Update'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SsPtSquvGFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/leohL4bRxUs/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2947729893986779299</id><published>2009-08-19T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:46:26.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6N4D7lJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KLqiNOqcSAM/s1600-h/DSC_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6N4D7lJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KLqiNOqcSAM/s320/DSC_0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371732465607742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of school and excited face dot the halls around Meade River School.  I've had the constant banging on my door for the past two weeks from kids ready for a new year to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new year comes new teachers, friends, and something more to do for the students.  I was lucky enough to be the female chaperone for the football tournament in Barrow this past weekend.  We took fourteen students, six of which were girls.  And boy, could they ever ta&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6NXqjWBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nepmnbrLmDY/s1600-h/DSC_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6NXqjWBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nepmnbrLmDY/s320/DSC_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371732456911362066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ke down those boys.  Despite the crummy weather (40 degrees and pouring down rain), I stood on the sidelines and cheered those kids on.  It was a great thing to watch and even though we lost, the score was very close, 47-55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a chance to play again the next day against the smallest school in our disctrict, Kaktovik.  The Rams only had seven players on their team and had to take sixth graders just to have that many players.  I was really impressed at the great sportmanship our students showed to that other team.  There definitely was the cocky attitude that the team we had played the night before showed and when a player from Kaktovik was injured&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6M5-yJkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZBMLaQUBTr0/s1600-h/DSC_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6M5-yJkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZBMLaQUBTr0/s320/DSC_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371732448943154754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we sent in some of our players to take their spot.  Angela, the one chosen to play for the Rams from our team, showed no mercy toward her own team, playing to her fullest and even taking out our quarterback.  It was great to see her play her all, even if it was going to cost her own team points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be back at a school where everyone is a team.  The feeling of being so close-knit makes a person really feel like they belong.  You can see it in the kids too.  They know the importance of being honest and lending a helping hand.  I'm really looking forward to being back here for another year and ready for it to begin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6MtHrysI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wubMj-Sjv8w/s1600-h/DSC_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6MtHrysI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wubMj-Sjv8w/s320/DSC_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371732445490825922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2947729893986779299?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2947729893986779299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2947729893986779299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2947729893986779299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2947729893986779299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-year-begins.html' title='Another Year Begins'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Sow6N4D7lJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KLqiNOqcSAM/s72-c/DSC_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-4883976142650204794</id><published>2009-08-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:11:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Snc2ES_r0MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YQFtz3_VoJs/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Snc2ES_r0MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YQFtz3_VoJs/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365816928481562818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two wonderful months back in the lower 48, but I'm now back in Atqasuk ready for another year.  This time I have returned with Neal, my boyfriend who will be teaching third grade, and a kitten, Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip up was fantastic.  Neal and I spent three days in Anchorage, taking one of those days to take a trip down to Seward for a glacier cruise.  As we took the two and a half hour drive down there, I was having thoughts that this might not have been an ideal day for a cruise.  It was raining, dark, and windy.  In Seward, we were told the boat may only do half of its cruise for the day because of the weather.  I was okay with that if it meant I wouldn't be sea-sick for six hours straight.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Snc2FP9YHOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xQeSknxU-Ok/s1600-h/DSC_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Snc2FP9YHOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xQeSknxU-Ok/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365816944846445794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the boat and headed out into the ocean.  Some of the waves not far from our boat looked to be six feet high.  I could already feel the nausea coming on, especially since they served lunch right before we got out into the open and the really choppy water.  After that I spent most of my time sitting outside at the back of the boat.  I'm really glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was truly amazing.  I've never seen that much wildlife before.  We saw a herd of resident orcas, those that live nearest the land and stay there.  They were coming up constantly and we even saw one breach, where it jumped completely out of the water.  It was very neat.  We also saw many porpoises, sea lions, puffins, murres, and even a few harbor seals.  They looked just like Mom's dog Pierre, lounging around on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we saw many animals, the hands-down, most awe-inspiring thing was the humpback whales.  There were two whales playing around right near our boat.  They kept surfacing and showing their flukes.  Typically when a whale shows its fluke, it means that it's going for a deep dive and you won't see it again for a while.  This whale was just putting on a show.  It kept coming right back up.  I've never seen anything that incredible in my life.  It made me think of Grandma Bell the whole time we &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Snc2EwAAaXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BnewepeTemo/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Snc2EwAAaXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BnewepeTemo/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365816936267540850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough seas and all, it was a great trip and I'm happy we got a chance to go before heading up to the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal is in Barrow for a week, doing a new hire inservice, so I have a whole week to get things organized before school starts.  The first day we have kids isn't until the 19th, and there is plenty of time to get things in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-4883976142650204794?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4883976142650204794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=4883976142650204794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4883976142650204794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4883976142650204794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-return.html' title='The Great Return'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/Snc2ES_r0MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YQFtz3_VoJs/s72-c/DSC_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-7186839840968373223</id><published>2009-05-02T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:01:16.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing the end</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in a beautiful hotel in downtown Anchorage on my last trip out of the village for this school year.  I was lucky enough to be able to come down here for the past two weekends for class and it's been amazing weather.  Sunny and warm, it was a welcome relief from the chilly winter we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're down to the final three weeks of school.  Kids are already starting to check out.  The sun is up for the full 24 hours now and children don't go to bed anymore.  You can hear them playing and running around the village at four in the morning.  Definitely makes for some interesting discipline issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have been back and forth on my decision to return next school year, but a few weeks ago I got a wonderful bit of news that firmed up my decision.  Neal, my boyfriend, got a job teaching third grade at my school.  I'm super excited to be able to stay up here because I have made some excellent connections with the community and students.  It will for sure put a better spin on things for next year.  It's also exciting to be experiencing this with someone else.  It will be a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-7186839840968373223?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7186839840968373223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=7186839840968373223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7186839840968373223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7186839840968373223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/05/nearing-end.html' title='Nearing the end'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-6403019721799839041</id><published>2009-03-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:49:18.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Hope Basketball Tournament</title><content type='html'>There is no doubt that basketball is a way of life up here.  I've seen four year olds making three pointers, watched middle schoolers rocket up and down the court, and high schoolers that could really show up some of the top college players.  These kids live, eat, and breathe to play ball.  I was lucky enough to take a couple of days off of school to take my students to the middle school basketball tournament in Point Hope.  This was my first opportunity to see another village and also to take in the true experience of traveling with students in the Arctic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you can just take a bus to get where you are going.  It all starts with a chartered flight from our village of Atqasuk.  The district booked us a flight on a 19 seater plane that took us to Point Hope, with a flight time of about an hour and a half.  These kids could hardly sit still, they were so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived there, it wasn't too much different from our own village.  It is much bigger, but you still have the disadvantages of living in the village.  We were able to visit a store and all the players just loved it.  We've definitely helped to stimulate the economy of Point Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another benefit of traveling with the school is the comfortable classrooms that become your homes over the next few days.  Luckily, we were able to get a classroom with a couch and that makes all the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the boy's and girl's team played really hard, but being made up of mostly younger kids, they were defeated in both of the first games.  Today they will play their second game each in the losing bracket.  Hopefully, we can still board the plane tomorrow to head home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-6403019721799839041?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6403019721799839041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=6403019721799839041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/6403019721799839041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/6403019721799839041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/03/point-hope-basketball-tournament.html' title='Point Hope Basketball Tournament'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-199156515815353194</id><published>2009-03-01T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:58:54.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between Alaskans and everybody else</title><content type='html'>Has anybody ever watched the show "Airline?"  The show focuses on Southwest Airlines and always features people pitching complete fits whenever their flights are cancelled.  People in the lower 48 always have to run on a tight schedule.  When one thing falls through, everybody instantly gets angry and starts blaming the nearest person they can sink their teeth into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a realization the other night.  Alaska changes you.  I was supposed to fly out to Fairbanks for my final class this weekend, but Barrow and Fairbanks got absolutely dumped on.  There was a huge blizzard with tremendous wind.  There were four flights cancelled this weekend.  That's two whole days of flying.  Instead of people immediately flying off the handle at not being able to fly out, everyone in the airport stood around and joked about it.  It was amazing and I was right there with them.  I would have been one of those people freaking out about something I couldn't control, but now, there's no point.  You learn to just roll with the punches, not matter how uncomfortable they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unfortunate that I had to stay in Barrow the whole weekend.  I ended up spending nearly $500 on hotels and having to eat out, not to mention being sick as a dog all weekend.  I look on the bright side though.  I get to go grocery shopping for the first time in a month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking back at the last seven months here and can't believe the adventure I've had.  I'm just so thankful for everything that I have and can do.  This is a place where hardly anyone would dream of visiting, not to mention living here.  It's been such an incredible adventure so far and it's something that will change me for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-199156515815353194?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/199156515815353194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=199156515815353194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/199156515815353194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/199156515815353194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/03/difference-between-alaskans-and.html' title='The difference between Alaskans and everybody else'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-7345080690892890290</id><published>2009-02-17T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:56:17.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't control the weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZtAb3SFq6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TxJI66pqL94/s1600-h/DSCN0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZtAb3SFq6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TxJI66pqL94/s320/DSCN0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303903833599355810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks another day of school being called off.  We last had students on the 10th.  Understandable as to why we don't have them coming in though.  I felt like a sailboat walking to school today.  All I had to do was slightly pick up my feet and I was blown all the way to school, although turning was another task.  We have winds of 40 mph and you can't see anything in the distance, not even buildings that really aren't that far away.  Here are some pictures that I took this morning.  You can see all the blowing snow.  Hopefully, things will get back to normal soon.  We're only allowed 10 weather days before&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZtAcLvj-zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/k1Sx0FQLm8s/s1600-h/DSCN0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZtAcLvj-zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/k1Sx0FQLm8s/s320/DSCN0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303903839091686194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we start having to make them up.  We've used 5 so far and I already have my ticket home.  The weather needs to get better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-7345080690892890290?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7345080690892890290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=7345080690892890290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7345080690892890290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7345080690892890290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-cant-control-weather.html' title='You can&apos;t control the weather'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZtAb3SFq6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TxJI66pqL94/s72-c/DSCN0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-8443442675102840092</id><published>2009-02-12T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:45:02.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZRbsCoXC7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ms1F8RpU83s/s1600-h/DSCN0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZRbsCoXC7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ms1F8RpU83s/s320/DSCN0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301963473500441522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has basically been lost.  We did have one day of school, but the rest of the time it has been too cold to have the kids come in.  It reached -50 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature wasn't the only thing keeping students away from school.  This week is also part of an important cultural event for the people across the Slope.  Starting on Wednesday was a festival called Kivgik, or Messenger Feast.  Inupiaq people gather together in Barrow for Eskimo dancing, speaking, and other great events.  Most of our students w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZRbsYRVl5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b40E956l8Go/s1600-h/DSCN0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZRbsYRVl5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b40E956l8Go/s320/DSCN0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301963479309457298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ere able to attend and those who didn't stayed behind and listened to it being broadcast on the radio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-8443442675102840092?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8443442675102840092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=8443442675102840092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/8443442675102840092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/8443442675102840092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/02/50.html' title='-50'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZRbsCoXC7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ms1F8RpU83s/s72-c/DSCN0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-7736331960421491405</id><published>2009-02-11T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:53:12.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildlife in the tundra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZNWri-06PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vbLWtipJEgI/s1600-h/DSCN0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZNWri-06PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vbLWtipJEgI/s320/DSCN0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301676492469889266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is back and am I ever happy to see it.  We have a full day of light.  The way it hits the snow out in the open tundra is absolutely beautiful.  On top of the light, we can also see literally tons of caribou.  There is a whole herd that graze right across the river from the village.  It is an amazing sight to see.  Where else on Earth would you see this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the many caribou around the village, it does cause some inconvenience.  A couple weeks ago, the pilot who make trips into our village often said she needed to buzz over the runway a couple times to clear it of the animals.  All the caribou were just hanging out, not at all intimated by the close proximity of people.  It also causes a few disturbances in the classroom as well.  I have one boy, very easily distracted, who will jump up in the middle of class to go count caribou.  This in turn gets the rest of the kids out of their seats and crowded around the window.  I will admit it is quite a cool sight.  I find myself at the window too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have wolves in the area which is very neat.  Doug, our science and math teacher, was out cross county skiing the other weekend and saw a few near the caribou herd a little ways &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZNWr2V07ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XxtdXZOTyvE/s1600-h/DSCN0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZNWr2V07ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XxtdXZOTyvE/s320/DSCN0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301676497666633106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out of town.  Also, a few of the teachers were gathered in one of the classrooms and saw one walking just across the river from the school.  That was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from a walk I talk a week ago.  The black spots on the picture are the caribou.  I'm hoping to go out on a snow machine for better pictures in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been experiencing some bitter coldness up this way.  So far this week we've only had one real day of school.  Both Monday and today were cancelled for the kids due to it being too cold.  Today it was down to -44 air temperature, but -63 with the wind chill.  All the kids are frostbitten and the risk is to high for them to walk to school in this temperature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-7736331960421491405?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7736331960421491405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=7736331960421491405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7736331960421491405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7736331960421491405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/02/wildlife-in-tundra.html' title='Wildlife in the tundra'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SZNWri-06PI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vbLWtipJEgI/s72-c/DSCN0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-1178548972515379447</id><published>2009-01-24T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:37:52.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And for your next trip by air, please remember Alaska Airlines since we are your only option...</title><content type='html'>Over the past 5 months, I have been in and out of airports all over Alaska, becoming an expert at Arctic air travel.  Unfortunately, there is no such thing as being an expert up here.  You are strictly at the mercy of the weather and the airlines.  When I say airlines, I mean Frontier, which runs from Atqasuk to Barrow, and Alaska Airlines, which covers the rest of the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was supposed to fly out to go to my class in Fairbanks.  Of course with my luck the plane that flew into Atqasuk got a flat tire and made the rest of the flights run late.  I ended up being stranded in Atqasuk because by the time I would have left the village and made it to Barrow, my flight to Fairbanks would have left already, or so I was told.  I promptly called Alaska Airlines to rebook for this morning, so that I would at least make it to one day of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I board the plane and make it to Barrow on time, no problems whatsoever.  When I check in for my Fairbanks flight, I was told that I would have made it and that Frontier had told me incorrect information.  Grrr....   Anyway, I was rebooked and made it to Anchorage...wait, I was supposed to be in Fairbanks.  What the heck am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm sitting in Anchorage, waiting for my flight to Fairbanks.  I needed to go all the way south and then head back up because the morning flight does not go to Fairbanks after Barrow.  What that flight does do is go to Prudhoe Bay, where a bunch of oil workers are.  They then proceed to get drunk on the flight to Anchorage and make for quite the entertaining trip.  I've never heard the f-bomb quite so many times in a five minute conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I'm about to board and head on my way, destined for shopping and good food tonight and class tomorrow.  At least all this trouble makes for interesting stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-1178548972515379447?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1178548972515379447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=1178548972515379447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/1178548972515379447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/1178548972515379447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-for-you-next-trip-by-air-please.html' title='And for your next trip by air, please remember Alaska Airlines since we are your only option...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-4568410901193796185</id><published>2009-01-07T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:08:43.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day back after our long Christmas vacation.  Students seem to be running on empty and one of mine was bragging he didn't sleep at all last night.  It was really great to be back with them and we had a wonderful day.  They all seemed excited to be back at school, although the transition seemed to be a little rough for them (me too, I guess).  I was thoroughly drained by the afternoon, ready to crawl up on my desk and take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the kids seem to still be out.  I was still missing two of my students today.  Apparently flights still seem to be a little screwy.  My principal was supposed to fly in last night, but didn't make it back until this morning.  Traveling in the arctic is always an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-4568410901193796185?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4568410901193796185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=4568410901193796185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4568410901193796185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4568410901193796185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-8178767313075578746</id><published>2009-01-04T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:09:10.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SWGPj4ae9GI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dV0-Ev6xzw8/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SWGPj4ae9GI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dV0-Ev6xzw8/s200/DSCN0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665284111332450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SWGPjUZJRJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xdtor3sk0tE/s1600-h/DSCN0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SWGPjUZJRJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xdtor3sk0tE/s200/DSCN0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287665274442040466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas break is nearing the end and I've made it back to Atqasuk after two wonderful weeks at home.  My time spent back in Wisconsin and Minnesota was full of great people and good food.  I definitely feel a little more recharged and ready to face the rest of the year.  My trip home and back was relatively uneventful and I'm extremely thankful for that, especially after seeing how many people got stuck somewhere on their holiday travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good feeling to back in the village, too.  I came home this afternoon and began the long, tedious task of unpacking my numerous boxes that I had shipped up here.  Just as I was finishing up making dinner, I heard a strange noise coming from the drain of my sink.  I didn't think too much about it until I ran some water to get a drink.  All the water that ran down the drain began leaking from the pipes under the sink.  Our plant manager, Mel, is always on call, so I gave him a quick ring and he said he would be right over.  Not two minutes after I hung up the phone I heard running water coming from the bathroom.  In a panic, I ran to the bathroom to see my toilet overflowing with blue water, obviously from somebody's laundry machine.  Next thing I know, there's an inch of water on the floor and my bathtub also has water coming up through the drain.  Welcome back to the arctic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there is a freeze somewhere in the drainage pipes and I'm the only one in the 4-plex that is having this issue.  Wonderful, I get somebody else's waste water in my apartment, just perfect.  I also have to wait until tomorrow to get it fixed.  Luckily, there is an empty apartment in the building, so if I need to use the bathroom, at least I can go over there.  Too much fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-8178767313075578746?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8178767313075578746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=8178767313075578746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/8178767313075578746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/8178767313075578746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-way-there.html' title='Half Way There!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SWGPj4ae9GI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dV0-Ev6xzw8/s72-c/DSCN0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-9069010762964754070</id><published>2008-12-15T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:19:05.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Day!?!!?</title><content type='html'>Where on Earth would you find a school that closes due to wind?  In the tundra, of course.  Today we have a late start and possibly a no-kids days due to excessive wind.  I say no-kids day because the teachers are still required to be at school.  It's kind of a nice break to just be at school and to get all caught up on work.  Not much time for it usually.  The wind is pretty incredible.  I was lying in bed last night and could feel the whole house shake from the power of it.  While I was walking to work, it hardly took any effort to move because the wind was pushing me so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason why the wind is such a big deal is that all the students need to walk to school and some live on the very edges of the village.  We don't have a bus currently since we have no driver.  There always seems to be things that pop up that keep reminding me of where I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-9069010762964754070?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/9069010762964754070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=9069010762964754070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/9069010762964754070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/9069010762964754070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/wind-day.html' title='Wind Day!?!!?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2729665056838528278</id><published>2008-12-14T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:49:57.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First basketball game of the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SUXv79iVDjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IbNbqL3RD9g/s1600-h/DSCF1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SUXv79iVDjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IbNbqL3RD9g/s200/DSCF1363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279889951571643954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday were the first games of the season for both girl's and boy's basketball.  Sports up on the slope are quite the event.  It requires a chartered flight, lots of food preparation, trying to sort out where people will sleep, and also the typically assistance of staff members to make everything go smoothly.  Because of each village's location, there is a lot of effort involved.  When an opposing team comes for a game, it turns into a weekend long event.  They will play until they leave the next day.  This is a great opportunity for the kids and it really makes them work even harder so they can participate.  Those who are eligible to play must have a C average through all of their classes and grade checks are done religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids can play ball.  I've never seen anything like it.  I'm not just talking about in games either.  During our gym time, kids will play Bump and be making these wild shots like it was nothing.  When you don't have much else to do, it makes total sense that they can play the way they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my last weekend up here in the arctic baking cookies like a fiend and attempting to clean out my fridge.  I'm now just down to condiments and have been making up some wacky concoctions for dinners.  Nothing better than cheese, crackers, muffins, and scrambled eggs.  I did attempt to have some of my students over for a baking party but no one showed so I ended up baking by myself.  Now that the kitchen table is hidden I can finally take a break.  Only 6 more days and I'll be on a plane!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2729665056838528278?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2729665056838528278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2729665056838528278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2729665056838528278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2729665056838528278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-basketball-game-of-season.html' title='First basketball game of the season'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SUXv79iVDjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IbNbqL3RD9g/s72-c/DSCF1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-4214457998463046671</id><published>2008-12-01T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:27:37.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks To Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/STS463pVXKI/AAAAAAAAADw/3Ovwtba01i4/s1600-h/S5031418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/STS463pVXKI/AAAAAAAAADw/3Ovwtba01i4/s200/S5031418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275044385066933410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving this year, I was able to escape for a much needed break.  Neal, my boyfriend who lives in Minnesota, flew up to meet me in Anchorage.  It was wonderful.  We traveled up to Wasilla from Anchorage in a rental car.  No, Sarah was not home, but we had just as much fun eating out and shopping at Target without a Palin sighting.  I even was able to go to a movie at a theater for the first time in months.  It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful.  On Friday, we drove up a mountain towards some ski resort and on the way we pulled over to take pictures of Mount McKinnley.  The sun was shining perfectly on it.  It &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/STS46UuUsNI/AAAAAAAAADg/qGKGHrqlvp8/s1600-h/S5031410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/STS46UuUsNI/AAAAAAAAADg/qGKGHrqlvp8/s200/S5031410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275044375692619986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was definitely worth the little drive and scary ascent up the side of an icy mountain.  The descent was much scarier though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our travels, we went out to eat a pretty upscale restaurant in Anchorage, called Simon and Seafort's.  This was probably the best food I've had in a really long time.  The bill was $70 for the both of us, but worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was great, but like all things good, went way too fast.  It also made me experience the thrills of traveling in the great North.  The plane both ways was over an hour &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/STS46wHvOQI/AAAAAAAAADo/MjgE1SQ8Jm8/s1600-h/S5031413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/STS46wHvOQI/AAAAAAAAADo/MjgE1SQ8Jm8/s200/S5031413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275044383046973698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;late, also experiencing mechanical difficulties, and addition to that fun, I traveled over most of Alaska for all the stops it made.  I did make it home safe and sound and I'm thankful for that.  3 more weeks until Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-4214457998463046671?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4214457998463046671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=4214457998463046671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4214457998463046671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4214457998463046671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-weeks-to-go.html' title='3 Weeks To Go!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/STS463pVXKI/AAAAAAAAADw/3Ovwtba01i4/s72-c/S5031418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-7483088733669231231</id><published>2008-11-22T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:26:56.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of changes</title><content type='html'>This week was quite eventful.  I can truthfully say that the entire mood of the school changed.  My roommate, Jennifer, was asked to resign and leave her position as the 1st/2nd grade teacher at our school.  Sometimes a person's mouth can get them in plenty of trouble.  We are now back to scrambling to find people to cover her classes.  It's definitely hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a death in the community last weekend.  He was an elder and one of my student's aapa (grandfather).  It is really interesting to attend an Inupiat funeral.  When there is a funeral in the community, the school is used instead of the church.  People come from all over and the gym was full of people.  School was dismissed at noon and there was a visitation from noon to 1:00.  After that, the funeral begins.  Anyone who wants to speak or sing is allowed to.  They also have singing groups that go up to the front and sing in Inupiat.  I couldn't believe the amount of emotion.  It was such a wonderful, unsanitized grieving process.  Funerals in the lower 48 always seem so regimented, whereas this was more of a celebration and a community event.  All of the family contributes to burying their loved one.  The sons and grandsons all work together to dig the grave, which isn't easy in the middle of winter.  Everyone comes together in a massive effort of support.  It was such a wonderful thing to be a part of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-7483088733669231231?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7483088733669231231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=7483088733669231231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7483088733669231231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7483088733669231231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/11/lots-of-changes.html' title='Lots of changes'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-3278351243698749079</id><published>2008-11-15T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:33:13.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tundra Attire</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was put in charge of watching my rooommate's dog, Oakley.  This includes taking him for walks and letting him take over my bed.  This morning I took Oakley for his daily walk.  It never ceases to amaze me how long it takes to get ready to make even the smallest trip across the village.  Usually in the morning it requires an additional five minutes to get dressed in the appropriate outer gear.  On days when you're going to be out longer, you can probably double that.  For my adventure this morning, I wore:  fleece pants, a sweatshirt, wool socks, snowpants, my heavy coat, 2 hats, snowmobiling mittens that go half way up to my elbow, a scarf, and my "good to -100 degrees" boots.  All for a 20 minute walk around town.  I was exhausted just dressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cracks me up even more is that once I got outside and looked around, there were kids running around in little Chuck Taylor Converses (no socks either) and capris.  Not a jacket in sight.  It completely blows my mind.  These kids can't even feel the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, we actually had school cancelled.  It was so cold and so windy (42 mph) that our principal cancelled school.  Teachers still needed to attend so that we wouldn't have to make it up at the end of the year, but we went out for a walk to get the mail and kids were still running around and playing outside.  Nothing can stop this kids.  They are all way too tough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-3278351243698749079?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3278351243698749079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=3278351243698749079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/3278351243698749079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/3278351243698749079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/11/tundra-attire.html' title='Tundra Attire'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-1594392128848722054</id><published>2008-11-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:45:02.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MJNxWPzI/AAAAAAAAADA/EiDPbO-QtxI/s1600-h/DSCF1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MJNxWPzI/AAAAAAAAADA/EiDPbO-QtxI/s200/DSCF1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263947260665151282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been a very busy month.  School has completed the first quarter, we all survived Halloween, and only a few more weeks until we get a break.  I have found myself buried under piles of paperwork, trying to get a hold on things before I get too far behind.  Last Tuesday, we held parent teacher conferences.  Our conferences here run much the same as those in the lower 48, but fewer parents seem to come.  Of my six students, I talked to four of their parents.  Ouch!  I just wish I could see more support for the students coming from the parents side.  Jenny, my roommate, had asked a parent what their belief on discipline is, and received the reply, "We let them learn from&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MKDLe1QI/AAAAAAAAADY/-4QQe52Tvhw/s1600-h/DSCF1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MKDLe1QI/AAAAAAAAADY/-4QQe52Tvhw/s200/DSCF1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263947275001844994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; their own mistakes."  In other words, there is no discipline or any sort of repercussion for acting out in school and getting bad grades.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MJweO-4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/tfgHT-PCIB0/s1600-h/DSCF1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MJweO-4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/tfgHT-PCIB0/s200/DSCF1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263947269980224386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had a big Halloween carnival in school.  Janey and I were in charge of the Spooky House, and I had a wonderful time scaring the pants of kids.  It seemed to go very well.  After the carnival, students went around the village to trick or treat.  At 6:00, the community put on a celebration called "Puuqtaluk."  This activity is where community members dress up to hide their identity.  They stuff their clothes, wear two different shoes, walk funny, and basically do anything they can so they can't not be recognized.  Not everyone participates in this, but most of the people show up to watch.  Each age has a different category, so only the little kids compete against each o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MJt1oJvI/AAAAAAAAADI/6OhC7xdbIXw/s1600-h/DSCF1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MJt1oJvI/AAAAAAAAADI/6OhC7xdbIXw/s200/DSCF1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263947269273036530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ther and adults compete against each other.  Once the age category is called and all the contestants have a number, they must do a dance.  Once as a whole group and then again individually.  Winners are determined by a panel of judges and they win huge cash prizes.  First place was $250 and each place after that got less money, all the way up to 4th place.  This activity was so much fun!  Jenny and I sat through the whole thing and tried to guess who was who.  We really had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-1594392128848722054?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1594392128848722054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=1594392128848722054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/1594392128848722054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/1594392128848722054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SQ1MJNxWPzI/AAAAAAAAADA/EiDPbO-QtxI/s72-c/DSCF1279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-3633089503240734373</id><published>2008-10-13T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:27:17.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEtkeYHVI/AAAAAAAAACg/pSkuOgf79hA/s1600-h/DSCF1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEtkeYHVI/AAAAAAAAACg/pSkuOgf79hA/s200/DSCF1273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256691108491566418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEvO184II/AAAAAAAAACo/DE0WLZ-tv5o/s1600-h/DSCF1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEvO184II/AAAAAAAAACo/DE0WLZ-tv5o/s200/DSCF1272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256691137044603010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned last Monday from my break away in Fairbanks.  The class that I'm taking is amazing and I can't wait to start working with my kids with all the new things I learned.  The class is all about teaching civics and it has some really great ideas for projects the kids can do.  I ended up spending $75 at Barnes and Nobles and almost having a panic attack from the amount of people in Wal-Mart.   There were more people standing in check out lines than I normally see in an entire day.  Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Center for Civic Education is sponsoring this class and it's an awesome opportu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEveLVygI/AAAAAAAAACw/KaMkhoFKygY/s1600-h/DSCF1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEveLVygI/AAAAAAAAACw/KaMkhoFKygY/s200/DSCF1254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256691141160847874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nity.  Not only do I go to class to learn how to incorporate new ideas into my classroom, but they also provide class sets of all the materials, pay for travel and lodging, award 3 credits at the completion of the class, and also a $1,000 stipend, all for a $90 entrance fee.  Pretty sweet deal if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an insane amount of snow here right now.  Since last week, we've received about six inches.  Every morning I look outside to more snow.  It's crazy!  Most people are raking leaves this time of year and I'm out shoveling off the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday marked the first dance/student council sponsored event of the school year.  I ran myself ragged trying to get everything pulled together for it and it went over well with the students.  It became more of an activity night than anything else, but the students all seemed to enjoy it.  Kaktovik school was also here this weekend, so we had a few more kids to spice things up a bit.  We ended up making $90 to help benefit the students going to AFN, a conven&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEvhfS4DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XspPbKfh1Uo/s1600-h/DSCF1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEvhfS4DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XspPbKfh1Uo/s200/DSCF1270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256691142049849394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tion for the Alaskan Federation of Natives, where we send students to participate in every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the end of the first quarter and the kids could care less.  I've been trying to motivate them to step up a little and take some pride in their work.  It's almost pointless.  The culture here seems to encourage students not to rise above their current position in life.  Drop out and make babies.  That's the way it's done out here.  I'm not the least bit concerned about angry parents since every phone call home seems to fall on deaf ears.  At least that's a bit of a relief to not worry about being attacked during conferences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-3633089503240734373?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3633089503240734373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=3633089503240734373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/3633089503240734373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/3633089503240734373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SPOEtkeYHVI/AAAAAAAAACg/pSkuOgf79hA/s72-c/DSCF1273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2608375885689031785</id><published>2008-10-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:26:35.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Escape</title><content type='html'>This weekend I made a break for it.  I got the opportunity to go to Fairbanks for a class, which was super worth right there, but the best part is that I was able to go shopping, eat in a restaurant, and hit the bars.  It was a wonderfully eventful time thanks to Buddy, my roommate's boyfriend.  He took me around the city and loaded me up with stuff to take back to Jen.  I really had a good time seeing people and almost went into shock when I walked into the local Wal-Mart.  There were more people checking out then I see in a typical day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for life in the tundra, we got our first substantial snowfall.  On Thursday, we got got dumped on.  In the morning, on my walk to school, there was a light dusting everywhere.  My walk home was a little more difficult and by that evening the kids had their snow machines running.  It was October 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology in the bush is a touchy thing right now.  After being without computers for a week, we got them back.  Our newest dilemma is the lack of internet all together.  All of last week we could not get onto the internet.  It was all over the village as well.  When called to ask about the situation, GCI told us we were not high on their priority list and there's no telling how long we'll be without it.  Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2608375885689031785?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2608375885689031785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2608375885689031785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2608375885689031785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2608375885689031785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-escape.html' title='My Escape'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2764959763416719575</id><published>2008-09-26T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:15:26.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is here</title><content type='html'>I would first like to apologize for my amazing ability to be a slacker.  Haven't been posting as often as I should.  IT stole my computer for a week and had a lot of catching up to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the fall equinox and we are now losing ten minutes a day of sunlight.  It really is making a huge difference.  By 9:00 last night it was already dark.  All week it has been snowing on and off, but today it really started to snow and stick.  I just ran home for lunch and thought I'd be blown over by the wind.  It's cold, too!  It's a good thing that my boots came in, so now I'm set.  Bring it on winter, I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending more and more time at school now.  Janey and I have the store up and running.  We open it during night rec, which is a time for kids to come use the gym to play in, and we are making a lot of money off of their sugar addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, for everyone's entertainment, we are having a staff vs. students soccer game.  I'll be in there, making quite a laughing stock for everyone to see.  We also are having a volleyball game tomorrow, and you better believe I'll be playing then too.  Anything to keep myself occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also recently received all of the student laptops for the year.  Our school is part of the Apple One-to-One program, where every student, grades 4th and up, get their own laptop to use for the year.  I'm loving the fact that I can get everyone motivated enough to do their work on the laptops.  It's a really great tool and the kids seem to enjoy it too.  It's even better since we don't have to fight over computer lab times, or who get the laptop cart when.  Everything is right there in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the excitement up here on the North Slope.  Can't wait to see what next week brings.  I may have the opportunity to go to Fairbanks next weekend for a class.  I sure hope I can because it's about time to get out for a short while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2764959763416719575?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2764959763416719575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2764959763416719575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2764959763416719575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2764959763416719575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/09/winter-is-here.html' title='Winter is here'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2334664433567256295</id><published>2008-09-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:47:56.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Know, I Learned From McDonald's</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the grand opening of our student store, which Janey and I run.  Talk about hectic.  We had ordered in about 24 cases (24 packs) of a variety of soda, as well as chips, burgers, pizzas, corn dogs, and other delightful snacks.  During our four hours open we were able to make over $600.00.  I was amazed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our opening coincided with the first Saturday Sale of the year.  Think of it like a giant yard sale held in the gym.  People donated items to sell at the sale to raise money to fund the students trip to AFN, which is the conference for the Alaskan Federation of Natives.  Students go every year and it is a pretty big deal.  Proceeds from our store also go to help pay for travel.  It was great to see the massive amount of community support for these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the sale, we decided to make hamburgers to sell for $6.00 a plate, a hamburger, chips, pop, and a pickle.  I manned the grill since I have so much expertise in that area.  I spent four hours flipping burgers and ended up making 60 of them.  Apparently I make a pretty good burger, which was a huge relief.  It this teaching thing doesn't work out, at least I have a promising future in the food industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to these two fundraisers this weekend, the kids going to AFN held a movie night on Sunday.  They cooked pizzas and charged admission to the movie.  It was a great way to make money, but unfortunately they thought the store should be open too.  Janey and I had decided to not open the store because it was Sunday and we deserve a weekend too.  What a stupid idea that is, that teachers deserve a day off.  I have no clue what I was thinking.  Janey had gone to the movie but ended up leaving since kids were pestering her about it the whole time.  I completely understand why she would leave.  These kids can be relentless.  A few hours later, during the second movie of the day, Janey got a call at home.  Some of the parents had called the school and demanded that the store be opened.  I couldn't believe it.  She ended up opening the store just so they would stop bugging her about it.  People here have their own way of doing things.  It's like dealing with a bunch of five year olds who grew up on the East coast.  They always get their way and whine like little brats if they don't, keeping it up until they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our supplies after this weekend:  6 cans of coke, a 24 pack of Sprite, and 4-12 packs of A&amp;amp;W Root Beer, as well as half a box of chips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to order more pop next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2334664433567256295?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2334664433567256295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2334664433567256295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2334664433567256295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2334664433567256295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-i-know-i-learned-from-mcdonalds.html' title='All I Know, I Learned From McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-8961264027705123977</id><published>2008-09-12T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:55:50.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Connections</title><content type='html'>Recently I had the pleasure of speaking of speaking with the mother of one of my students.  She called me at 7:45 on Thursday morning at school to ask me about his homework.  She needed help getting through it and I was happy to help.  I thought that it was great that she was sitting down with her son to help him with his math work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, after school, I was called down to the office again for a phone call.  It was the same student's mother again.  She was asking about a different homework assignment, this one for grammar.  The directions specifically point out to "combine the two sentences into one sentence with a compound subject."  She had no clue how to do it.  I walked her through the steps necessary to write the sentences for the assignment and told her I was happy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going to be a long year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-8961264027705123977?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8961264027705123977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=8961264027705123977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/8961264027705123977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/8961264027705123977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/09/parent-connections.html' title='Parent Connections'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-4305083491159868381</id><published>2008-09-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:42:26.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SMlmhbiGKyI/AAAAAAAAACY/UwKVKmIJLa8/s1600-h/DSCF1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SMlmhbiGKyI/AAAAAAAAACY/UwKVKmIJLa8/s320/DSCF1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244835965562137378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For only the second time in eleven years, the superintendent visited our village.  It seems pretty amazing since I came from a school where he was only a floor away.  Mr. Blankenship is a very nice guy and he brought us some fresh fruit, which is a sure fire way to get on my good side.  He even made the teachers dinner Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, my class can be quite rowdy some days and Wednesday was definitely one of those days.  As the superintendent walked through the school, he stopped in many of the teachers' classrooms.  When he came to my door I was just about to go off on my students for not paying any attention to what I was saying.  Luckily, I hadn't quite started yet and as he walked in I gave him a kind of "deer in the headlights" look.  What can I say, I'm a master at making good first impressions.  He only stayed for a few minutes, managing to get the students completely off task and then left.  I couldn't be any more glad to see him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his little visit the day did improve, which I was most thankful for.  Although, I did end up staying at school until well after 7:00 p.m.  Considering I get to school at 6:30 a.m. every day, it made for a long day.  At least I won't have to worry about another visit from the superintendent for at least another five or six years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-4305083491159868381?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4305083491159868381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=4305083491159868381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4305083491159868381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4305083491159868381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/09/visit.html' title='The Visit'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SMlmhbiGKyI/AAAAAAAAACY/UwKVKmIJLa8/s72-c/DSCF1198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2944438873782914721</id><published>2008-09-08T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:11:27.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SMVcsyuWlGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qAEPtRc0sG4/s1600-h/DSCF1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SMVcsyuWlGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qAEPtRc0sG4/s320/DSCF1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243699265743000674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got the urge to do some physical activity.  Crazy, huh?  Jennifer and I went for a walk at around 11:00 a.m.  As we stepped outside, I noticed the smell.  You know the smell when you're outside and it's just about to snow.  That dry, winter smell.  Not only did I notice the smell, but for the first time I could see my breath in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also lost about 2 hours of daylight in the last 2 weeks.  I arrived in my classroom at 6:20 this morning and positioned myself in front of the window to try to see when the sun would rise.  It's now 9:00 a.m. and it's still a little dusky out.  Also, it gets really dark finally.  When I arrived in the village we had nearly 23 hours of straight daylight.  Now it gets dark by 11:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darkness doesn't stop the children though.  Parents bundle up their kids and shove them outside to play all day long.  At 10:00 last night they were still running around.  Some were even fashioning ladders out of pieces of metal they had found to try to peak into one of the male teachers apartments.  My roommate had to lean out her window and yell at them twice before they got the hint.  Best part of it all, they were all my students.  The little darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the darkness, there's no real other news from the tundra.  This weekend was quite relaxing despite the fact that we couldn't contact the outside world for four days due to our internet being down.  Thanks to that, I spent the weekend curled up in my chair, reading, cross-stitching, and watching the entire sixth season of Gilmore Girls.  I feel like that's how I'm going to spend most of my weekends from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2944438873782914721?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2944438873782914721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2944438873782914721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2944438873782914721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2944438873782914721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Coming!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SMVcsyuWlGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qAEPtRc0sG4/s72-c/DSCF1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-5925029498149309308</id><published>2008-09-01T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:19:37.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Real Tundra Experience</title><content type='html'>Last weekend marked the first three day weekend of the school year.  My roommate's boyfriend Buddy came up to restock our supplies of food and do some hunting and fishing.  A typical weekend for Jennifer, my roommate, and I consists of working on a jigsaw puzzle that has consumed our kitchen table, watching movies, working at school, and cross stitching like an 80 year old.  This weekend was a welcome change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy came up, armed with rifle and fishing poles, to set out on a caribou hunt and to fish for some grayling.  Unfortunately, he did not catch any fish, but he did manage to shoot a female caribou.  We were able to get about 60 pounds of meat from it and also to pack our freezer full of good food.  Caribou is an extremely lean meat and is absolutely delicious.  It was a good thing Buddy is an avid hunter and could cut it all up and pack it for us.  The puzzle table was taken over and soon we had bloody chunks of caribou all around the kitchen.  That was quite a sight to see for me.  I've never gone hunting in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we decided to head back out to the tundra to see if we could shoot a male caribou.  We saw some once we had walked a few miles out, but they got scared by something in the distance, probably a wolverine, and took off running.  It was a beautiful walk though and I was able to see the coal mine and get a closer look at the streams running into the river, as well as some nice pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we had a dinner of roast caribou, made in the crock pot with onions, carrots, and potatoes.  It was so good, especially after eating nothing but stuff I pull out of the freezer for the last month.  We invited a few of the other teachers over and had a great time.  We usually try to get together with these other teachers at least once a weekend for cards.  This time we even played Sing Star Rocks on my Playstation.  It's kind of like a karaoke game, but absolutely hilarious.  I'm eternally greatful to have these people here because they are making it completely worth being stuck away in this corner of Alaska.  Nothing like total seclusion to bring people together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-5925029498149309308?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5925029498149309308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=5925029498149309308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/5925029498149309308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/5925029498149309308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-real-tundra-experience.html' title='My First Real Tundra Experience'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-4162804270246162218</id><published>2008-08-25T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:16:53.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit of Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SLLo6yaCOoI/AAAAAAAAABw/c_86Xax0w1U/s1600-h/DSCF1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SLLo6yaCOoI/AAAAAAAAABw/c_86Xax0w1U/s320/DSCF1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238505413246335618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stayed at school until 9:00.  It was Sunday.  I'm slowly discovering all the new challenges that I need to face with my job, as well as all the added duties that I seem to fall into.  At last tally, I have assumed responsibility of:  my own classroom of sixth and seventh graders, a high school music elective, managing the student store, running after school detention, student council adviser, and organizing the pep rally for Friday to send off our football players to Barrow.  Go Team!  I'm definitely glad that I'm busy, although it would be nice not to see the school for more than 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started the first full week of school and I awoke to a light dusting of snow on the ground.  Looking at the thermometer, it says 30.4 degrees.  It's also a bit blustery.  Also, it's August.  Can't wait to see what November brings us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-4162804270246162218?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4162804270246162218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=4162804270246162218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4162804270246162218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/4162804270246162218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-bit-of-winter.html' title='Little Bit of Winter'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SLLo6yaCOoI/AAAAAAAAABw/c_86Xax0w1U/s72-c/DSCF1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2488820502807622814</id><published>2008-08-21T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:59:23.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bear in the Village</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, I came to school for inservice and everyone was in a buzz.  Apparently there was a polar bear meandering through the village.  Here's the thing about polar bears, they are ridiculously dangerous.  Even though this beautiful, majestic creature was walking amongst us, I knew that if it was in the village, it would soon be dead.  Everyone gave us warnings about the bears right when we got here, but it's kind of like they don't really exist until you actually see one.  Unfortunately, I didn't get to see it, or maybe that should be fortunately... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening the community held a potluck, complete with maktak, grayling fish, caribou (tuttu), anf the main dish, roast polar bear.  It is a little like eating fish flavored beef.  Very strange, but not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the first day of school.  Wednesday night was the first night I cried since leaving home.  I couldn't believe it.  I expected the kids to be a little disrespectful and rowdy, but wow, was I ever underestimating them.  I planned a whole bunch of fun activities that I thought were pretty neat.  Obviously, the kids didn't agree.  Even though I'm down to only six students, they have to be the toughest six to deal with in the whole school.  I don't think I've ever been so exhausted in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, things got a little better.  Instead of doing anymore fun activities, I pushed the kids right into work and even sent home homework.  I definitely had more of a handle on things and I can tell things will be looking up from here.  At least I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2488820502807622814?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2488820502807622814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2488820502807622814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2488820502807622814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2488820502807622814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/polar-bear-in-village.html' title='Polar Bear in the Village'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2031494670255705748</id><published>2008-08-17T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:20:00.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKiwsBWn0cI/AAAAAAAAABg/yRyW2kpvjm4/s1600-h/DSCF1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKiwsBWn0cI/AAAAAAAAABg/yRyW2kpvjm4/s200/DSCF1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235628837142254018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKiwsQs_IeI/AAAAAAAAABo/qNMEto0dU7w/s1600-h/DSCF1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKiwsQs_IeI/AAAAAAAAABo/qNMEto0dU7w/s200/DSCF1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235628841262588386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday gave us our first encounter with just how secluded we really are.  Doug, Chris, Janey, Jen, and I decided to take Oakley, Jen's dog, for a walk in the tundra.  At this time of year the tundra is covered with wild blueberries and salmon berries.  They are delicious, but you have to walk a ways out to get to them.  Of course, once we start walking all of the village children have to come out and follow us.  These kids are in love with Oakley.  They all run around him or bike ahead of us, all calling his name.  Oakley is the happiest, friendliest dog I've ever seen and loves the attention.  He's also not the brightest.  As all of the children are calling his name, he doesn't watch where he's going and falls right into a ground squirrel hole.  We all burst into laughter at the sight of it, but didn't notice all the blood at first.  When we caught up to him, Jen noticed a large flap of skin hanging off his lip.  The poor guy had bit through it and it was gushing blood.  She grabbed a piece of paper to push against it to hopefully stop some of the blood, but it was no use.  This was a gusher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen took the dog back to our apartment while the rest of us continued our walk.  When I returned home two hours later, the dog was still bleeding.  Jen had already walked all over town trying to figure out what to do.  There are no vets in the village, not really even a doctor.  There's just a nurse and she won't do stitches.  We came to the conclusion that super glue will have to do.  I ran outside and paid some kids a dollar to find us a tube.  They come back with this tiny, dried up, old tube of super glue, but when you're in the bush, you use what you can.  We gooped up his lip and held up the flap.  This method held for about an hour, but was for sure not a permanent solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did eventually get a hold of Mel, our superb plant manager who does it all, and he ran us over a brand new bottle of super glue, but we soon realized his cut was much worse.  Jen finally decided to catch a plane in the morning to fly to Barrow.  Luckily, the vet was in town, although it would turn out to be the most expensive vet bill ever once she factored in the flight.  Total amount paid:  $360.00.  $270.00 for the round trip flight and $60.00 for the doctor bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten stitches and one day later, Oakley and Jen returned.  Oak doesn't even seem to know the difference and is still as happy as ever.  Now to train the kids on not yelling his name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2031494670255705748?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2031494670255705748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2031494670255705748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2031494670255705748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2031494670255705748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/bush-surgery.html' title='Bush Surgery'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKiwsBWn0cI/AAAAAAAAABg/yRyW2kpvjm4/s72-c/DSCF1187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-2513703963504051564</id><published>2008-08-16T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:49:53.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village People</title><content type='html'>My first night in the village I watched a little kid puke up ice cream right outside my apartment.  Real fun.  Once the village kids know you are in town, they will flock up to your door.  I had a group of  ten little kids all screaming "can we visit?" at 10:00 at night.  They were all bursting with enthusiasm about meeting new people.  It was such a great thing to know these kids were excited about school and about the teachers.  Every kid that I asked said they couldn't wait for school to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School for the village is what they live for.  It is the center of their community, providing them with a place to play and socialize.  I think this is such a good thing that they are exciting about learning as well.  Not something you often find in the lower 48.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I could live without up here is the constant knocking on my windows and doors.  They always want to come in to play.  I made the mistake of letting them in one time and ended up with about 20 kids running around the apartment, hiding in every corner they could find.  I couldn't get them out, either.  We've made a strict "no kids in the apartment" rule for our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are still really excited whenever they see you, even if you don't let them in.  I'll be walking around the village and from what seems like a quarter mile away, they'll spot me and shout "Hi Lindsay!"  It's pretty neat that they already know me and are welcoming me into their lives.  This will definitely be a unique experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-2513703963504051564?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2513703963504051564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=2513703963504051564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2513703963504051564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/2513703963504051564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/village-people.html' title='The Village People'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-7203003958263096858</id><published>2008-08-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:02:14.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week in Barrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNveaCecI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IITKWplXb4I/s1600-h/DSCF1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNveaCecI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IITKWplXb4I/s200/DSCF1149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235238569852959170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNv6XfQwI/AAAAAAAAABA/fCdiAJHMcD4/s1600-h/DSCF1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNv6XfQwI/AAAAAAAAABA/fCdiAJHMcD4/s200/DSCF1174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235238577358455554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we stayed in Barrow for new hire inservice.  Beyond the draining experience of sitting in classroom for nine hours a day, it gave us all some time to bond as a staff.  We did partake in some interesting activities, such as walking four miles along the beach frequented by polar bears to go buy soda at the only store in town, as well as taking a dip into the Arctic Ocean for the Polar Bear Plunge (we got a certificate!).  It was quite an adventure and made me realize that these are the people that are going to make or break the year.  Atqasuk seemed to make a name for ours&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNv3NKHiI/AAAAAAAAABI/fhcgU0nYpow/s1600-h/DSC01697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNv3NKHiI/AAAAAAAAABI/fhcgU0nYpow/s200/DSC01697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235238576509820450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elves at the inservice, as we were the youngest group there.  We coined ourselves as "the fun village," while &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNwFMNArI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jPuN0mGyMNM/s1600-h/DSC01731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNwFMNArI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jPuN0mGyMNM/s200/DSC01731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235238580263912114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;others thought we were just loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this page you will find some pictures of our discoveries on the beach.  We found really interesting creatures in the ocean, jellyfish, a weird purple thing we decided to name "The Amazing Technicolor Sea Corndog,"  Also, a few pictures of the plunge.  It was cold, but not that unlike swimming in a bigger, saltier Lake Superior.  Not nearly as cold as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to a water fun, we also had the opportunity to attend the Youth and Elder's Conference put on by the Inupiat people.  This conference is something they do every year to discuss issues facing their culture.  A lot had to do with education.  You'll see a picture of three people on my staff, my roommate Jennifer, Chris, and Janey, all wearing headsets.  Part of the conference was delivered in Inupiat and we wore these to hear it in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the conference, the Inupiats held a potluck to welcome the new teachers.  They served traditional foods, such as caribou, bearded seal, bowhead whale (both cooked and fermented, called "maktak"), and various other dishes.  Yes, I did try the fermented whale and seal&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNwTcNUNI/AAAAAAAAABY/-hQwl-qcFVc/s1600-h/DSCF1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNwTcNUNI/AAAAAAAAABY/-hQwl-qcFVc/s200/DSCF1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235238584089137362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and it's definitely an acquired taste.  The whale was chewy and mushy at the same time.  Not truly my style, but a good experience all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-7203003958263096858?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7203003958263096858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=7203003958263096858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7203003958263096858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/7203003958263096858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week-in-barrow.html' title='First Week in Barrow'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKdNveaCecI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IITKWplXb4I/s72-c/DSCF1149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-1241137952195784147</id><published>2008-08-14T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:46:34.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return to Alaska (for good this time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKTDmYyDI3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/asOSG1Awylw/s1600-h/DSCF1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKTDmYyDI3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/asOSG1Awylw/s320/DSCF1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234523731166176114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of July my mom and I made the trek up here to do a little bit of sightseeing of the more beautiful parts of Alaska.  We made a four day stop down in Anchorage and saw some amazing sights.  The more southern part of the state is green and lush, with mountains rising all around.  It is absolutely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After emerging from the plane, we went directly down to baggage claim, picked up our luggage, and then tried to find somewhere to stay.  We didn't make reservations because we were unsure of exactly where would be the best place to stay.  Boy, were we ever in for a surprise.  You can't find a hotel for less than $200 a night.  It was outrageous.  Being the thrifty people we are, we decided to inquire at the information booth to see if there was something more in our price range.  The nice woman there offered a few options, one being a new hostel built near downtown.  Mom wasn't as down for it as I was, but I quickly convinced her that it is actually probably quite safe a clean.  Heck, for $60 for a double private room per night, how could you go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostel was very reasonable and decent, the perfect place to stay if you really aren't looking for luxury.  During our stay, we visited the Sourdough Mining Company and watched the show there *cough*rip-off*cough*, took a train to Seward, went on a glacier cruise, and had my first real bush teacher experience.  When you live in the far reaches of the northern tundra, you don't have much access to a grocery store.  No more late night ice cream runs for me.  In order to get food, you must go to Sam's Club or Fred Meyer and place a bush order.  This consists of filling up your cart(s), making your purchase, and crossing your fingers that it gets there before Christmas.  Still waiting for my food, by the way.  This order usually costs just amount in shipping as it costs for the merchandise price.  Little insane.  Also, note to anyone considering doing this, buy from Fred Meyer.  They are always a better deal, as I quickly found out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-1241137952195784147?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1241137952195784147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=1241137952195784147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/1241137952195784147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/1241137952195784147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/return-to-alaska-for-good-this-time.html' title='The Return to Alaska (for good this time)'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKTDmYyDI3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/asOSG1Awylw/s72-c/DSCF1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-6480422761252955066</id><published>2008-08-13T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:27:59.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Adventure Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN76rAfIcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HtxjbAHjbKo/s1600-h/DSCF1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN76rAfIcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HtxjbAHjbKo/s320/DSCF1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234163439842042306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN769UNjuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/efCPSbgiGAI/s1600-h/DSCF1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN769UNjuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/efCPSbgiGAI/s320/DSCF1136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234163444756614882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I officially accepted my position at Meade River School's newest 6th/7th grade teacher, I had the opportunity to visit where I would be soon calling home.  In May, I flew by myself north to Barrow, Alaska.  I stepped off the plane onto the steps leading down to the runway.  What was I getting myself into?  I saw snow.  Not just a small spattering signaling the end of winter, moving into spring, but drifts.  Large drifts and snow falling from the sky.  Real glad I remembered to bring my jacket.  What a warm welcome and hopeful sign for the future.  Luckily, I was able to move past the weather and started to see all that Barrow and the North Slope had to offer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into the small shed the townspeople referred to as the airport, I met several smiling faces.  Everyone was very kind and I quickly introduced myself as someone coming to teach in the fall.  Most of the people living in Barrow and the outlying villages are Inupiat.  The Inupiat people are very proud of their heritage and value their culture.  It was a great relief to know that they would be accepting of outsiders coming in to teach their children.  I hoped people in my village would be as welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after arriving in Barrow I took a flight out to my village.  The flight itself only took 25 minutes, as Atqasuk is only 60 miles from Barrow.  On the ground in the village  I noticed that there really is no actual airport, simply a runway and a gravel patch where people come out to meet the airplanes to help unload.  The plant manager for the school, Mel Wong, was waiting for me, waving a large sign with my name on it, he said just in case he missed me coming off the plane.  The plane only holds four people plus cargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel is an amazing guy.  He does absolutely everything in the village and will be the first one there if you need a hand.  That day he gave me a tour of the whole village (it took about 15 minutes) and also showed me around the school.  I stayed the rest of the afternoon, catching the 2:00 flight back to Barrow and thought over my recent life changing decision.  I wasn't doubting myself at all.  I couldn't believe what serious change it would be, but I could definitely see myself there, living and teaching amongst the villagers, slowing becoming part of the community.  This was a seriously reassuring feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-6480422761252955066?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6480422761252955066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=6480422761252955066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/6480422761252955066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/6480422761252955066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-adventure-begin.html' title='Let the Adventure Begin'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN76rAfIcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HtxjbAHjbKo/s72-c/DSCF1132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427608137402634161.post-8372367080678537116</id><published>2008-08-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:05:47.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of an Idea</title><content type='html'>I get the question quite often as to why I decided to apply to teach in Alaska.  People mostly think I'm crazy to completely remove myself from all the creature comforts of the modern world.  On demand internet access, cable television, malls, phones that don't echo.  It is an interesting thought as to why a person would put his or herself into this type of situation.  The answer for me is simply, who wouldn't?  I have been given a wonderful opportunity to experience first hand that so many in the world never will be able to.  This is a serious adventure, a new beginning, and a look into a whole new culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was the one who placed the seed of thought into my head.  She had mentioned it in passing sometime after my completion of student teaching back in January.  The job market for teachers in America is less than stellar, and I'll admit I'm probably not the most worthy candidate in most cases.  I'm really just not experienced and you need experience to get hired.  What a wonderful catch-22.  After some applying at schools across Minnesota and Wisconsin, I decided to post my resume on the Alaska Teacher Placement website, just for fun.  After a mere 24 hours I checked my e-mail and to my surprise a response was waiting for me.  I was shocked, to say the least.  Who was this woman responding to my post, was this a scam, why would they want to talk to me?  I had so many questions and this is the closest I had ever come to a job in my life.  The e-mail expressed interest in my resume and asked if I would like to learn more about the small village I could possibly be teaching in.  Of course being the eager, young thing I am, I immediately replied.  Two e-mails later, I had an interview that evening for the position.  Once again, I was nearly blown off my chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went extremely well.  The interviewer, my future boss, Becky Crabtree, was a wonderful woman, full of gusto.  I was pumped!  I couldn't believe my luck to finally have the possibility of a job, especially so close after finishing school.  One week later I received my official job offer to become a teacher for the North Slope Borough School District in the village of Atqasuk, sixty miles south of North America's most northern settlement.  What did I just get myself into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427608137402634161-8372367080678537116?l=alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8372367080678537116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7427608137402634161&amp;postID=8372367080678537116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/8372367080678537116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427608137402634161/posts/default/8372367080678537116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alaskabushteacher.blogspot.com/2008/08/start-of-idea.html' title='The Start of an Idea'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02381517915159562101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8rg4pm-zhhA/SKN3ywtbokI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aEurAehZRxc/s1600-R/DSCF1150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
