I used to be called, homage to teaching

I used to be called Cori,
But now you can call me Profe Allan
As in profesora, or professor, to teacher

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To whom it may concern

*This is another deviation from my normal posts. I originally wrote this during one of the worst teaching weeks in my 3-year career.* My name is Cori, and for the past two years I have been the Spanish teacher at a high school in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. My first year at this school I taught…

Costa Rica Precursor

My trip to Costa Rica was unlike an of my other adventures. Instead of traveling solo or with a small, trusted band of friends I was the solo adult taking 4 high school students. Three of the four had never been on an airplane and none of them had ever been outside of the United…

My, my Alice time does fly

Do you ever feel like Alice falling down the hole? As if you’ve taken one step, expecting to land in one spot only to find your self in a completely foreign place? But wait. Not only are you in some unknown land, you’re also unable to disconcern how much time has past. Has it been…

Books for a School in Garnacha, Nicaragua 

Hello! It has been too long. Despite my desire to update with my southern U.S. experiences teaching got the better of me. Thankfully I have once again found my self on the road! and while I intend to post updates of my current experiences I have a request to make. During my first week here…

Eating watermelon with a fork

It has been a very long week. It’s hard to believe that only a week ago I left Seattle. After arriving at my house in Sevilla, I met my roommate and we explored the town. So. Much. Walking. Friday was orientation day spent walking the city, meeting teachers, and eating. Getting used to the eating…