Honduras is Something to Write Home About



            Before I begin, I need to explain three things. The first is that due to busyness, slow internet on both ends, and being in different time zones, I don’t get to communicate with my parents as often as I would like. The second is that I spent an embarrassingly long amount of time trying to decide what to write for this blog post, simply because I have so much to say and want to say all the right things. The third it that after over an hour of attempting to write the perfect blog, I was given the advice to simply begin writing and say whatever comes to mind and to be honest. I have chosen to accept this advice and run with it. I know that the best, and perhaps only, way for me to do this is to forget that absolute strangers will read this, so this one is for my Mom and Dad.

Dear Mom and Dad,
            I have a lot to tell you! My second time in Honduras has been even better than the first. I have eighteen grade six students and fourteen grade seven students. We are nearly four months into the school year and they still find ways to surprise and amaze me almost everyday. danaThey are all both clever and curious which I have decided is the perfect combination. Some mornings when my alarm rings at 5:40am and I am still tired from the day before I feel like I would give anything to be able to roll over and go back to sleep. But as soon as I get to school and see my students I remember how lucky I am to have something worth waking up so early for. I am so proud of all my kids and I make sure they know it.

            A couple of weeks ago I walked into my class shortly after the bell rang following recess. All of my students were already sitting in their chairs (something we have been working on recently) and recited in unison “Good morning, Miss Dana.” I smiled and said “You guys are…” and before I could finish my sentence a student named Axel said, “amaaaaazing,” the exact way I would have said it. When I asked how he knew I was going to say that he replied, “you always say that.” I realized he was absolutely correct so I am currently thinking up a few other things to say to them. Any ideas? I’m thinking perhaps “Grade six, you are superb!”

            All of that being said, teaching the ages twelve to fourteen sure does keep me on my toes. I’ve taken to calling them the puberty grades because, well, the reason seems obvious. I’m nearly certain I was given these grades as a way for the universe to get revenge on your behalf for the way I acted when I myself was fighting my way through the puberty grades. It’s safe to say I deal with my fair share of sass and attitude from my students. Regardless, I consider myself lucky to be teaching a group of students whom I get to watch develop more as individuals with every passing day even if that means tolerating the unpredictable moods, unexplainable grumpiness, and an overwhelming smell of body spray which never seems to go away.for-twitter             Not only are my students and the entire school itself amazing but also there are many things I love about Honduras. I love the people here, they are so friendly and generous. Even when they have so little they give so much and spending time with the families of students has become my favourite thing to do outside of school. I love the mountains that surround the area where I live. I have started taking time each day to look up at the mountains and take a couple deep breaths while reflecting on how grateful I am to be here. I love the opportunity to learn Spanish, I love the food, I love the music, and I love riding in moto taxis.

             To summarize, I hope you don’t miss me too much because I won’t be coming home anytime soon. At least not to my Canada home.

 Love and miss you,




Miss Dana, 6th and 7th grade teacher



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