Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire

Today, I felt like an egg, and after my experiences, I think I'd like to go back to being a human, thank you very much.
I began the day beaten...before I'd even started, I was not optimistic at all about what my day held. My beaten state was then whisked into a flurry and resulted in becoming scrambled as I became increasingly overwhelmed with all I had to do (and I then walked out of the staffroom with another teacher's equipment, only to realise half-way to class and have to backtrack!).
Scrambled egg turned fried after over an hour on the phone; I lost the will to move forward, or to even do anything. By the middle of a very hot day, in a staffroom with a broken air-conditioner, fried egg became boiled, which did not bode well for my temper. To round it all off, there was an attempted poaching this afternoon, as I had a phone call offering me a different job! In one day, I think I have experienced all the states of being of an egg, which has left me rather raw.
Fairy Godmother, whoever you are, please wave your magic wand and turn me human again!

Monday, 26 November 2012

An English school, a coffee shop, and solutions to long term poverty

What does an English school and a coffee shop have to do with long term solutions to poverty in Cambodia? I’m finding out in January on the Milk and Honey Cambodia adventure team! Find out more and support us by grabbing some Christmas gifts at

While I am in Cambodia working with Milk and Honey for three weeks, I will be (hopefully) posting regular updates here on my blog, so you can keep updated with what I will be doing!

Monday, 19 November 2012

More to life? Converting the Pessimist #3

There's got to be is more to life than this!

Today was just one of those days....halfway through the day, and I am literally (yes, I do mean literally) hitting my head against my whiteboard, muttering under my breath '9 more days, just 9 more days.'
The heat was oppresive, the classroom stuffy, and filled with 25 teenagers, I'm sure you can imagine the *ahem* aroma! And then it began: 'Miss, what about' 'Miss, where is the,' 'Miss, I need,' and 'Miss, why haven't you'. From all sides I was under attack; I couldn't find my pen, and then the internet wouldn't load, I seem to have misplaced my red whiteboard marker, and my tea went cold. All this, before lunchtime!

After lunch it just got worse and by the end of the day, I ended up back at my desk with my head on my desk wondering what it was all for. Of course, the best therapy for a disillusioned mind is doing more of that which is frustrating us, and so I spun myself into more of a frazzled state of mind by attempting to make sense of more drafts with no success.

At this point, there seemed to be nothing better to do than to check Facebook-my students seem to find solace in it, so there was no harm in my trying their mode of therapy! It worked for me! A friend of mine who is in a place even tougher and hotter than I am had posted about a friend of hers who is in Africa, doing it tough, saying that hearing her friend's struggles gave her a reality check. Well, her reality check gave me a reality check! I was sitting on a chair, at my job, with clean water in my water bottle and enjoying the luxury of air conditioning. Suddenly the frustrations of my day paled in comparison and although I didn't get any more drafts marked, I managed to walk out of work on a much more positive note. Tomorrow I will go back, and yes, there will be frustrations and I may just beat my head against my whiteboard again, but this is only for a time. In less than 2 weeks all the assessment will be submitted and marked, and yes, I will lose sleep over it and probably shed a tear or two, but really, in the grand scheme of things, there is more to life than this!

So, as I scrape myself up from the floor and reassemble my dismembered thoughts, I shall betake myself to bed and wake up tomorrow carrying today's reality check with me.

Saturday, 10 November 2012

Spring Showers and Pretty Flowers

A rainy and overcast day shows off the flowers at their best as their colours stand out against the grey skies and the little water droplets from the rain glisten softly on the petals. Pause for a moment and admire some exquisite beauty.

Raindrops on Roses

Thursday, 8 November 2012

To Write

To write is to express all
Of that which is inside
Perhaps something deep
Or just beneath the surface
Yearning to be freed

To write is power;
The ability to communicate
With one's self, and record
The secrets of a mind
And share it with another

To write is ultimate freedom
Complete control of a pen
As it glides across the page
To create beauty from nothing
And make meaning immortal

This is why I write.

Saturday, 3 November 2012

A light in the middle of the tunnel

As the end of the year rapidly approaches and the piles (yes, the plural there is not a typo) of things yet to be done continue to mound up I have gone quote hunting. Yes, it is a definite form of procrastination, but it has proven to be worthwhile as I have found three quotes that I am going to stick up on my pinboard to help me keep some perspective in life over the next few weeks.

Firstly, a reminder to notice the roses and sunsets:
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breaths away." (anonymous)

Secondly, a reminder to live from the heart and not simply the head:
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." (Helen Keller)

And finally a reminder to relish each moment:
"Live in the moment and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering." (Fanny Crosby)