Thursday, March 29, 2007

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Sick Day

I woke up on Monday and started getting ready for school. Then I made the mistake of opening my window... it was GORGEOUS outside. All of a sudden I felt a little sick ***cough***


Kelsey: "Mom, look how beautiful it is outside! I don't feel very good..." (grinning)

Mom: "You look pretty perky to me"

Senioritus is the worst. For those of you who aren't familiar with the disorder Wikepedia defines it as follows:

Senioritis is a term used colloquially in the United States and Canada to describe the decreased motivation toward studies displayed by students who are nearing the end of their high school or college careers. It is typically said to include slowness, procrastination, apathy regarding school work, and a tendency toward truancy.




DISCLAIMER: I'm really not a terrible student! This post and the "Day in My Life" post both make it seem like I don't do very much school work. It's just that I have an easy "senior" schedule after getting all the hard stuff out of the way last year. I'm actually graduating with honors :)



We decided that the best cure for my illness would be a picnic. It was so relaxing! It was amazing to be outside and feel the sun again, and I loved having lots time to just enjoy Aaron and Tekle.




















My mom found a note later in the day that said:

Dear Mom,

Since Kelsey skipped school today, can I stay home tomorrow?

Thanks,

Lacy

I set such a great example...oops.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Tekle Lost His First Tooth!



Last year Tekle told us that when kids in Ethiopia lose a tooth, they throw it up on the roof and a bird comes and takes it away. He also said that you were supposed to sing a song, but couldn't remember the words. It was really bothering him that he couldn't remember, so I told him that I would ask my friend Yebralem (who's from ET) if she knew it. I was so excited to find out that she did, and she was even sweet enough to sing it over the phone for him!

I asked him today if he would like to go throw his tooth on the roof, but Tekle opted for the American tooth-fairy tradition instead because "birds don't give you money".

Monday, March 19, 2007

Friday, March 16, 2007

Division





On Wednesday my school played a suburban school in one of the final rounds of the girl's state basketball tournament. It was an intense game, and (as is typical in highschool basketball) the fans from both sides began yelling insults back and forth.

Guess what the other school was chanting?


"We Speak English!"


(An anti-immigrant motivated cheer) and

"Where's your daddy?"


(directed at the African American kids in the crowd, implying that they all have absent fathers).

I was disgusted. It was wasn't just a few "bad apples" that were saying it. Their entire fan section was yelling it in unison. I wonder how the few (very few) kids of color in the other crowd felt as they heard their classmates being so blatantly racist.

There is a lot of hostility between suburban and inner city schools. A few months ago a reporter from our school paper switched places with a reporter from a school about 15 minutes South of us for a day. They observed the similarities and differences and then they each wrote articles about their experience.

Guess what the suburban school had to say about us?

First of all, they plastered a big picture of our "S*@#* High Bans Guns on these Premises" sign on the front page. The reporter proceeded to write pages full of lies and exagerations. She wrote that the man at our front desk can barely speak English. He actually speaks English very well, but has an accent since he's from Ethiopia. Her observation seemed to have an anti-immigrant undertone. Don't people realize that we are a country of immigrants?? I wonder when her family immigrated here, and whether or not her grandparents (or great grandparents) had anyone making fun of their accents.

The reporter also wrote that our school was "dangerous" and that we had 12 fights a day. That was a complete exageration. We have petty little girl fights once in awhile (no where near 12 times a day), but they are never serious, and I have always felt safe at school.

I'm not even going to write about what the rest of the article said. Just think of every sterotype there is about inner-city schools and you'll have a pretty good idea of what she wrote.

All I can say is that I'm so grateful to have grown up in an environment where I could build relationships with people from a broad range of economic, racial, and cultural backgrounds. I'm glad I'm prepared for a world outside of middle class America. I feel sorry for those kids whose ignorance is keeping them from seeing so much of the beauty in this world.

And by the way...
We won the basketball game :D

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

A Day in My Life

I have read a lot of cool "A Day in my Life" posts on other people's blogs recently, so I thought I would do one of my own:







I woke up at 8:10. My school starts at 8:30. I had been dreaming that I was trapped in the White House and somehow woke up thinking that it was Sunday…

















I quickly straightened my hair, causing irreparable damage I’m sure.





















I drank Green Tea during first hour since I was too late for breakfast.

























3rd hour is gym. I hate gym. It is very inconvenient to change clothes, run around, and then change clothes again so early in the morning. At least I have friends to suffer with!






















Hmm… what can I say about math class? Absolutely nothing…it’s just math.































Kristen and Alexa waiting in the lunch line with me:






























We decided on turkey sandwiches.






















After lunch I got a pass to the media center to hang out, I mean work on homework. (Actually, I did work on my documentary a little bit)


















Jonathan read me a story and I fell asleep. He’s crazy.
















Marika congratulated me on surviving until 2:00pm without coffee!!
















Marissa and I decided to pose by the mural.




























6th hour is my favorite part of the day because my friend teaches me Amharic!


























After school I was pleasantly surprised to see that Peter was over. I told him that today was his lucky day because he gets to be a part of my “A Day in My Life” post!














Aaron is the highlight of my day. Scratch that…the highlight of my life!


















My grandma gave me cooking lessons today :)





















I went to tutoring around 5:00. This is Erica working on her ‘About Me’ book




























Lacy and her tutor, Leah.





















Kathy got her ears pierced!







































After tutoring Leah took me out for coffee. She is such an amazing person, and gives me lots of good advice!
























Tekle always wakes up around 11:00 p.m. I usually let him hang out with me for a little bit, then send him back to bed. Tonight he kept me company while I went on myspace and worked on this blog.



















These are the pots I have left to wash tonight…
















And sometime before the sun rises, I will go to sleep!

Monday, March 12, 2007

A Short Story (sorry Jess)




My Annoying Brother
By Lacy (9)

My brother is 20 and his really weird name is Jesse, my mom had to find a good name but she did not. He lives in my cool house. He eats all my wonderful food. My brother is weird, really weird.

One day my really odd weird brother was going on a dumb date. He smells super bad he would get dumped and I would not be laughing. It would be sad to be dumped (well I do not really know how it feels) so I have to help him. I got sad. Oh my goodness! He is acting weird. And I will say it again and again and never stop saying it. Wow he is sounding funny too. My brother is looking like a weirdhead. I need to help my weird brother to look good so he doesn't get dumped, but I would keep on laughing. "Hey brother, come here" I called. "I need to help you so you don't get dumped." When I was done he looked like a king. A cool King. I helped my brother so much. That's what brothers and sisters are for. At least that's what they should be for.

My brother is so messy. I wish he would be neater and I have been trying and trying to help him. First I told him to be neater, but he never listens to me. He listened to me about the date because he liked the girl and he needed some tips. Now he is not listening because he does not like cleaning up. My brother never cleans his room and he should be dumped in a second. I can't even walk in my brother's room to put his clothes away.

I tried to punish my brother but it did not work. I told him that if he did not clean his room he would have to do 100 push-ups. I tried and tried to punish my brother abd I kept on trying and trying and he still did not clean his room because he never listens to me. He is getting on my last nerves and I got soooooooooooooooooow mad at my brother. My brother drives me crazy. That's how mad I am at my brother. I am sooooooo frustrated. Super super frustrated at my brother.

I told him I will give him two dollars if he cleans his room but he still does not listen to me.

Now I know that when you have a brother he will always bother his sister and the sister will get angry, but I will always Love my brother.

Finally he started to clean up his clothes because he was getting married. He got married to his girlfriend and they lived happily ever after.

THE END

Thursday, March 08, 2007

What do you do with two little boys who excitedly dress up in their matching blue pajamas, only to realize that the littlest one can no longer squeeze his not-so-little legs inside??


Grab some scissors and make slippers!

Love Thursday







Friday, March 02, 2007

Yet Tafesh?


**Yet Tafesh means "where have you been?" in Amharic

Life has been pretty busy lately, and I haven't had very much time to blog...

I started a new job at a coffee shop near my house. Despite missing my FIRST day (don't ask!), it's been going pretty well.

I've also started learning Amharic! A friend in my sixth hour class has been tutoring me. He speaks 4 languages--Amharic, Oromo, Swahili, and English. Other students who speak Amharic have offered to help too, so I have a lot of "teachers". I feel like I'm making progress... I can read the script(slowly), and I've learned greetings, numbers (up to 100), and a bunch of "small talk" phrases. Ha, and I can sing "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes" :)
I'm starting to understand sentence structure, but it will probably be awhile before I can consistently form sentences. It's definitely challenging, but since I have a pretty easy schedule at school (gotta love senior year), my brain welcomes the stimulation.

Tekle has suddenly become interested in Amharic again. The other day he was rewinding an Ethiopian movie over and over again in an effort to memorize the words.Even though he can't understand it anymore, I can tell it's comforting for him to hear the language. Up until this point he would always insist "I can only talk like that in Ethiopia! I talk like you now.".

I gave him a little quiz the in the car yesterday:

"What does Mekina mean?"
"Car"
"What does bandira mean?"
"flag"
"What does mastika mean?"
"gum"
"What does mooz mean?"
"Deer!"

I started cracking up because "mooz" means banana. I can definitely see the relationship though. Mooz sounds like Moose, which basically means deer.
Ah language...




***pic credit:
www.nmr.mgh.harvard.edu

This kid....


I was really frustrated the other day and screamed: "UGH!! THE COMPUTER IS FROZEN AGAIN"

Aaron got a puzzled look on his face and curiously placed his hand on the monitor...

"Nuh-uh Kelsey. It's hot!"

Duh.