Monday morning comes around and even though it’s only been two days since they’ve seen me, my preschool students stampede at me so hard they almost knock hot coffee all over their own heads from the full cup that I’m trying to hold aloft.  I love weekends and hate waking up on Monday mornings, but there is no better greeting at 7:15am on Monday than 30 little people running to hug you like they haven’t seen you in years.


Year 2 at CBS has been completely different from my first year here.  Last year I was teaching 3rd grade and trying to get my bearings, navigating social situations and new challenges with my nervous Spanish.  This year all of that seems like old hat- I spend more time talking in Spanish than in English at work, and spend most of my time with families from school or my Honduran friends.  I also have taken on the slightly overwhelming position of volunteer coordinator and assistant director of the school.  This basically just means that I have about 20 things to do every day and 15 different people that need things from me.  I get about 60% of it done before giving up around 9pm and watching Netflix in my bed before passing out.  Although my to-do lists make me cringe and managing people is exhausting, it’s nice being a resource for so many people and being able to help solve some of their problems.

2015-09-14 08.39.47 dariana 2015-09-14 08.35.52However, the best part of my day every single day is teaching the little kids.  I cannot even explain how goofy these kids are.  I have one little boy who power slides down the middle of the classroom any chance he gets, getting dirt all over his pants, and then will look up at me with this slightly crazed smile on his face.  There’s the girl who cannot finish her morning snack because she won’t stop dancing and spinning around in circles, or the one who literally falls out of her chair 7 times a day and still looks just as shocked every time as if she can’t understand why this keeps happening to her.  One of my prepa students recently took it upon himself to sit me down and explain the differences between men and women to me. (“Miss, women its always talk talk talk.  Men, its all face.  We don’t talk.  We just make faces.” He then demonstrated several of these faces.)  I spend my mornings cracking up, and receiving grubby little hugs that leave me covered in glue, paint and sweat.  (Even though sometimes these hugs are less like hugs and more like an excuse to wipe their sweat off on my dress. Some of the more brazen ones have stopped feigning the hug portion of the interaction and instead just come up and press their face into my stomach and walk away, leaving a wet face imprint on my dress- it’s a good look, trust me.)  I teach 60 awesome, weird 4 and 5 year olds, and it’s hard to be in a bad mood around them for more than a minute without one of them making me laugh or smile.

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I have no idea why he’s making this face in this picture but it cracks me up every time.


Sometimes playing with clay and finger painting can really wear you out.

So innocent until the power sliding starts...

So innocent until the power sliding starts…

Every week at our volunteer meeting, we go around and everyone says a highlight of the week.  Sometimes it’s a funny story about student or an academic success.  Sometimes it’s whatever small thing got you through one of those weeks that all teachers have where you want to rip your hair out and run away screaming.  This past week one of our newest volunteers just said, “I’m happy here” as his highlight.  And I couldn’t agree more.

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Kinder and Prepa Teacher & Volunteer Coordinator

Honduras Round 2

I never thought I’d be here. I’ve always been a “by the book” kind of girl that has a plan and follows the well-beaten path. I worked hard in high school so I could go to a good college. I worked hard in college and did all the internships and extracurriculars so I could get a good job. And then I graduated and had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. I nannied for a year in NYC, while still trying to join back up on the path to “success.” I took the LSAT and applied to law schools. I got accepted and was all set to go until a month before I was supposed to leave. And I ended up here instead.

I don’t regret my decision to come. If I hadn’t, I would be living in LA right now and finishing up my first year of law school. I would be two years away from a job and salary. Instead, I’m making no money, digging into my savings, and spend most of my time with small Honduran children and a slightly crazy group of international volunteers. It could not be a different lifestyle from the one I prepared for or imagined for myself. But I’m happy here. Constantly sweaty and covered in dust, but happy.

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What makes me happiest is teaching my kids. I love my kids. Like. I LOVE my kids. Here in Honduras, my best friends are 8 and 9 year old children. I’m not ashamed to admit it. They’re cool little people. I voluntarily spend time with them on weekends. I get invited to students’ houses for birthday parties, family dinners, and sleepovers. We have inside jokes and great conversations. I genuinely enjoy all of their company.

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Besides my students, there is also a certain freedom to living here that’s hard to explain. Men walk down the street with no shirts on, carrying machetes. Kids run around naked and play soccer in the street. I don’t worry about things I used to at home, like makeup or what I’m wearing. There’s dust everywhere so everyone’s always dirty anyways. Riding in the back of pickup trucks is a main form of transportation here, and there is something hilarious and freeing about being squashed into a back of a pickup truck with six other people and some chickens, bouncing around on dirt roads. On really, really hot days, there’s nothing to do but lay around in a river all day. People just don’t think about life here the same way they do in NYC. It’s not about work or rushing from one place to another. People just like to sit outside and talk to people walking by or who stop by for a minute to chat, drinking coffee and hanging out.

I didn’t expect to want to stay a second year, but for me, one year hasn’t been enough time. I’m not ready to leave my kids or the school. Next year, I’m staying in Honduras and will be the volunteer coordinator. I will be responsible for all of the volunteers, and to be perfectly honest, I’m terrified. It’s a lot of responsibility, and will require me to constantly use Spanish professionally, which often leaves me cringing internally as I hear myself butchering tenses. Law school will have to wait another year, but I can’t imagine ever regretting my decision to stay.

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-Liz, 3rd grade teacher

A Day in the Life…

I should start off by saying that no two days at CBS are EVER the same. It’s wild, crazy, wonderful, and fantastic, and that’s exactly why I love it.

Monday Morning

5AM – Wake up to chickens squawking outside. Pull covers over my head and mentally berate the stupid chickens until I fall back asleep.

5:50 – My first alarm goes off. I sleepily press the snooze button and try to enjoy my last 9 minutes of solitude before the day begins.

5:59 – Here we go. I lazily drag myself out of bed and trudge to the bathroom. Since I haven’t put my contacts in yet there is a 75% chance I will trip over the fan, even though it has been in the same spot all year.

6:06 – I return to my room, turn on the music, and procrastinate for as long as possible.

6:21 – I’ve somehow managed to put clothes on, but whether or not they match is another story entirely. Now for the hair. Hmm…did I wash it last night? Nope. Ponytail and headband it is. Make up? Ha. Haha. Hahahaha.

6:35-6:40 – A bus picks all volunteers up for school at the big house.

6:45-7:15 – Attempt to make copies and curse the copier for not working properly. (Repeat approximately 5x.)

7:15-8 – Acto Civico. This is an assembly put on by the Hondurans every Monday morning. Announcements will be made, Stars of the Week will be given out, and a quick lesson will be given on a relevant topic. (Humility, love, peace, honesty, respect, etc.) During this time all volunteers teachers are required to help wrangle and watch the kids. I usually stand in the back and quietly sip my coffee, relishing the final few minutes of the calm before the storm.

8-8:45 – On Mondays this is my only off period, so it is usually spent making sure everything is in order for the rest of the day. If the internet is working I try to catch up on some emails and read the headlines.

8:45-9:30 – 1st Grade Math. Today we’re reviewing the first nine ordinal numbers. The kids are usually very well-behaved in the mornings so the lesson goes off without a hitch.

9:30-10 – Recreo! I spend this time enjoying a delicious baleada and watching the kids play football in the yard.

10-10:40 – 1st Grade English. We’ve been working on using “I have” in sentences, so today each student has to write four sentences describing their family. Since I know several of my kids come from very untraditional households, I purposefully avoid telling the kids to write “I have a mother,” or “I have a father.” I showed the kids several pictures of my family on my iPad and they were ooohhh-ing and ahhhh-ing the whole time. “Miss Krysten…beautiful! Sister…beautiful! Mother…beautiful! Father…beautiful! Dog….AYYYYYYY!!! BEAUTIFUL!!” Needless to say my kids fell in LOVE with the two little marshmallow-looking dogs we have back home. I had kids coming up to me the rest of the day asking to see more pictures!

10:40-11:20 – 2nd Grade Science. Today we are talking about how your body changes as you get older. We talk about the difference in babies, children, adults, and old people. The kids really enjoyed this lesson and loved pretending to crawl like a baby and hobble around like an old person!

11:20-12 – 1st Grade Computación part I. Half of my kids go to computer class and the other half stay with me. I use this time to continue working on “I have.” I pass out number cards and go around the room asking who has which number. By the end of the period, the kids were pretty much running the show. They were shouting, “I have 2! Who has 4?” (When I taught the word ‘who’ I put an owl up on the board and asked what sound it made. All the kids responded with “Hoo! Hooo!!!!” So in all honesty, it sounded much more like this: ” I have 2! HOOOOOOOO has 4?!?!”)

12-12:40 – Almuerzo! That glorious time of day where I am able to partake in a bit of adult conversation. The table we eat at is being slowly taken over by 1st graders, though, and I’m not sure how much longer we can hold them off. (As much as I enjoy spending my lunch time talking to the other teachers, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tickled to death that my kids want to eat lunch with me. They’re my best little friends.)

12:40-1:20 – 1st Grade Computación part II.

1:20-2:10 – 1st Grade Física (PE). I round up my bunch and we head outside to the yard. We manage to fit in follow the leader, leap frog, and freeze tag before it’s time to go back inside.

2:10 – Dismissal! Even though I’ve been here for a year and a half, I still consider it a major accomplishment to make it through the day without serious incident. Nobody got hurt, nobody got lost, and nobody ran away. On top of all that, I think the kids might have even learned something! I’d say it was a pretty great day.

3PM – We have two new volunteers coming this week so I’m headed to town to make copies of our house keys for them. The key shop I wanted to go to is closed, so I backtrack until I reach the first one I passed. I tell the man I need some copies and he just smiles. “Ahhh, I can’t do it right now, mamí!!” he tells me in Spanish. I tell him I’ll try again later.

3:15 – Since I’m in town with nothing to do, I head over to the newly built supermarket. After making my measly selection of a loaf of bread and some Cuban ham, I stand in line for about 20 minutes waiting to check out.

3:45 – Back to the key store. “Can you make the copies now?” I ask. “Ehhhh…..mañana. Si, si. Mañana esta mejor.” (Time works differently down here, so telling me to come back tomorrow was probably no big deal to him. Today, tomorrow, what’s the difference?)

4PM – As I’m walking back to the house preparing to tell our volunteer coordinator I couldn’t get the keys made, I pass the key shop I originally wanted to go to. A man is at the counter finishing opening up because, like I said, time works differently in Honduras. Down here it’s perfectly acceptable to open at 4 o’clock on a Monday afternoon! I go in, sit there patiently, and listen to the machine grind the keys.

4:30 – Sacred keys in hand, I’m finally headed home for the day.

4:45-6 – It’s already time to start thinking about and preparing for tomorrow. I pull out my laptop and get to work.

6-8 – Finally! Some “me” time! I celebrate by attempting to watch Netflix, only to realize that my sister (whose Netflix I’ve been not-so-shamefully stealing) needs to update her payment information. I can’t tell her this because she doesn’t know I’ve been using her Netflix, so I settle for reading a book instead. (Sis, if you’re reading this, I love you!)
8PM – I take a shower, make sure everything is packed for tomorrow, and continue reading my book until I fall asleep at the wild and crazy hour of 8:45. Sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly dangerous, I can even make it to 9.

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CBS has a documentary coming soon!

We are very excited to announce that CBS will soon have a documentary about it! Rob Faris, a filmmaker and sibling of a current volunteer, came to visit Cofradía and is currently working on making a documentary about our school.  We can’t wait for everyone to be able to get a glimpse of everything we love so much about CBS.  You can watch the trailer below!

What is it like to volunteer in Honduras?

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A Honduran house with a storm brewing in the background.

My name is Viera and I’m this year’s 8th and 9th grade English teacher.

I came to Cofradía at the beginning of August this year, not knowing what to expect. Despite having information about the school, I couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like—not just the school, but Honduras in general.

There are so many things about this place I love. The countryside is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The first thing I noticed when I arrived was the mountains. We are surrounded by beautiful vast green mountains, and Cusuco National Park, another mountainous area, is nearby.

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The beautiful green mountains that fill much of Honduras.

People here in Cofradía are really nice, too. It was really funny for me at first when people started calling me ‘Miss.’ I’m still getting used to walking down the street and having my kids or their family members greet me with ‘Buenos dias, Miss.’ It’s feels good to get that level of respect from people.

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A quiet street in Cofradía.

And now a little bit about teaching.

When I decided to come to Honduras, I was really curious to find out what it is like to teach Honduran teenagers. Well…it’s fun. They are like any other teenagers in the world, I imagine. They’re funny and giggly, but also easily bored. I like them very much. They are a handful, but on the other hand, my hard work is rewarded when I realize that I will have a positive impact on their lives.

One of my favorite activities with my students is discussing various topics with them, such as current events or a political or social situation. I love listening to their diverse opinions. Now is the time of their lives when they’re determining their moral values and turning into adults, and it shows in the discussions. I could chat with them forever.

We also have a lot of fun together. A couple of weeks ago we talked about Honduran music, which I know very little about. I asked my students to sing songs, and instead of being shy, they actually sang couple of songs, using their desks as drums. It was beautiful and extremely noisy.

I recently had a little party with my 9th grade class to reward their good behavior, and I stupidly started a glitter fight with them (naively thinking they wouldn’t ‘attack’ their teacher—I was wrong). You should have seen me—I was covered with blue and green sparkly glitter. It was almost impossible to get it off of me.

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The 9th graders, spending a little time outside at the lunch tables.

But it’s not just fun and parties down here—last week was a tough one—exams week. But the kids did well.

I can’t wait for the second bimester and for more fun.

Volunteering in Honduras: is this for real?

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It’s been six weeks and I still can’t fully believe this is real. My name is Eliza and I currently teach Prepa (5 and 6-year-olds) and second grade English at CBS. Every single day that I’m here I’m blown away by how much love, energy, and enthusiasm my kids have. I’m also a little bit blown away by their passion for fried chicken and sweets.

I arrived in Cofradía on September 1st, a week after school had begun. The next morning, at 6:30 am, I climbed into the van and headed to school with the other volunteers. At that moment, I became a teacher – not just any teacher, but an English teacher to 54 students. As I walked through the schoolyard, my eyes taking in the surroundings, several little children ran up to me, wrapping their arms around my legs in a hug.

These six weeks have been weeks of experimenting with teaching methods, getting to know each of my students, and adjusting to life in Honduras. I’ve learned to cook a delicious pot of beans, to incorporate bubbles into my lessons, and to structure lesson plans around limited attention spans.

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From early-morning granola, to after-school stops at the one supermarket in Cofradía, to lesson-planning around the big table with other volunteers, this has become my every day. This has become my home, a place where I’ve developed a routine and found a comfort zone. This comfort zone is broad enough for the drinks that come in plastic bags, the unreliable running water, the diet of beans and fried food, and the farm animals that roam the streets. I love my kids, I love the challenge of teaching them, I love the beauty of the surrounding mountains, and I love the simplicity of Cofradía.

The other thing I’ve come to love about Honduras is that it is a place to be taken in stride. It’s hard to ever know exactly what’s coming. A shapes-review running game on the patio was thwarted upon arrival with my 30 Prepa kids to an already occupied patio. A five-day weekend was announced one day before it began. The laundry machine ran one load of laundry for three days. A taco turned out to be basically a large Honduran eggroll. All plans have been cancelled everytime it rains. Everything keeps me a little bit more on my toes and a little bit more ready to improvise.

From becoming a teacher overnight to writing bimester exams for this week, I’ve had six eye-opening weeks in this country. When one of my students handed me a shiny red apple one morning, it all became that much more real – I’m a teacher in Honduras now.

Volunteer Coordinator Amanda starts us off!

Emely soccer amanda This year at CBS is off to a great start! I’m Amanda and I am this year’s Kinder teacher (4-year olds) and Volunteer Coordinator. This is my second year at CBS and I am so excited for all that we will accomplish this year. We have an outstanding group of volunteer teachers this year (three of which are also second year teachers at CBS) and I am so proud of all of the preparation and dedication they have demonstrated so far.

Many volunteers who come to teach at CBS have never taught before, and it is always astounding to see the enthusiasm with which they jump in and start doing their best to educate their new students. This year’s team took it a step further by participating in multiple trainings, soliciting advice from teachers they know back home, and putting a ton of time and effort into lesson plans and visual/teaching aids for their class before school even started. Based on this group of volunteers and their dedication, and how much the kids have already learned in the first 7 weeks of school, I believe it will be a very productive year!

The first few days of school were spent getting acquainted with our students, reviewing, and guaging our class’s English level. It is hard to believe we are coming up on exam week for the first bimester. We have participated in a lot of school events so far, my favorite being the desfile de antorchas (“Torch Parade”). The desfile de antorchas is a beautiful event in which many schools in Cofradía march through the town of Cofradía with candlelit torches. It starts just before sunset, and each school arranges its students by age and height, with the smallest children in front. The parade includes a marching band that provides a charming soundtrack to our stroll through the streets. As night falls, the torch that each student holds provides a soft, peaceful light as the parade snakes through Cofradía. The parade is certainly beautiful, but it is also my favorite event because of the feeling of community it elicits. Parents keep pace with us and hand their children water or Gatorade to keep them hydrated. Onlookers line the streets with smiles, and a large crowd of families and an announcer await our arrival at the town park, where the parade ends. Afterwards, students and families want pictures with us, there are ice cream cones and snow cones for sale, and everyone just seems happy to be out in the open air together. While Cofradía is safer than many other small Honduran towns, the dangers that plague most of Honduras are still present, and one should proceed with caution when walking the streets at night. But not on the night of the desfile de antorchas . On this night Cofradía feels like the happiest, most peaceful place you could imagine.

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Another celebration we took part in was Día del niño (Children’s Day). This holiday is not celebrated in the U.S. and I was a little puzzled by the concept during my first year here. It is like Mother’s or Father’s Day, but with a lot more sugar and piñatas. Día del niño is about honoring children, which is done by serving them large quantities of cake, soda, and candy. Once they are properly sugared, games and prizes ensue. The favorite event for the children, and the most frightening for us teachers, is the piñata. The kids whack the daylight out of the piñata and charge at the first sign of candy, while we desperately try to hold back the crowd to keep them from getting belted by the child currently swinging the big wooden stick. But the kids enjoy themselves and school gets dismissed early, so we soldier on through the chaos of the morning. Never has a school day felt so long or exhausting. Especially one that only lasts until 11:20 am. amanda blog pinata Last Friday our school soccer team had their first game of the year! They played against the top team in Cofradía and tied 3-3! Some of our dedicated volunteer teachers went to support our boys and said they played impressively. It is really great for these older boys to have a constructive afterschool activity that gets them more involved in our school by letting them do something they love: playing soccer! I can’t wait to do see the next game! CBS  amanda soccer This past Monday we began what will be a yearlong school event: House color competitions! We divide all of the students from first through ninth grade into “teams” or houses (like in Harry Potter). Each house has it’s own color and several teachers assigned as the house leaders (Volunteer and Honduran teachers). Throughout the year, students can earn points toward their house for various achievements. There are daily and weekly points awarded for good behavior, work ethic, etc. but we also do school-wide events like Olympics and Academic Olympics. The winning team gets a lot of points toward their overall total. The house with the most points at the end of the year gets to go on a school-funded trip. Last year it was a water park in San Pedro Sula. This year I am thinking the beach…we’ll see! amanda olympics blog We will be posting updates on life in Cofradía and at CBS each week, so stay tuned! Comments and Shares are welcomed. Thanks for reading!