Apologies

Yes, I'm still alive, and yes, I'm still in St. Michael.  I've never been very good about keeping up with correspondence, and the busy-ness of the school year has, typically, consumed most of my time.

Having said that, it should be noted that the past couple of months have been quite ordinary, and not really blog-worthy at all.  Every day in teaching has its joys and frustrations, and the first year in a new position is usually more frustrating than joy-filled.  This is a typical first year in a new position.  Each day I learn more about how to teach seventh-graders, and in particular, how to teach seventh-graders in rural Alaska, but to describe it would be to describe my day, or any teacher's day, in any classroom.  Many of you can imagine that quite well without my help.

Halloween was a high point, with all the kids in the village coming to each teacher's house to get their share of candy (which I suspect, but can't prove, some of them are still hiding in their backpacks and munching on surreptitiously during class), as was the volleyball tournament we hosted for a couple of schools from St. Lawrence Island, even more remote than we are.

I got to go to a math workshop in Palmer (a suburb of Anchorage, about 45 min north of town and just east of Sarah Palin's famous Wasilla) right before Thanksgiving; the workshop was good, but the most exciting parts were shopping and eating at restaurants (it was good to see my friends, too, but when you've been eating only your own cooking for months, and that almost exclusively what you can order from amazon.com...Safeway was a beautiful sight!)

Thanksgiving itself consisted of a colleague's wedding; she and her new husband hosted Thanksgiving dinner the evening after the wedding.  All of the normal Thanksgiving classics were there, except, I think, for pumpkin pie--I did make my pecan pie, though, and it turned out as good as i ever has--but including the Yup'ik delicacy of agoudak (sp?), known as "Eskimo ice cream," but made from shortening and fish of some kind.  I wasn't (no surprise) brave enough to try it, but that's probably just as well, since it was gone before anything else.  The day before Thanksgiving was festive, too, with the school cook preparing a Thanksgiving dinner for anyone who wanted to come.  It was quite well attended.

Our Christmas program (which we can actually call a Christmas program) comes up on the 18th.  My class is working on singing "Silent Night" in English and Yup'ik.  The bicultural teacher wanted a class to do that, and I volunteered mine.  Considering they're seventh-graders, there's been remarkably little complaining about the notion of getting up and singing in front of the community.  They don't sound bad, either, especially for a school with no music program.

The weather has finally gotten cold.  Until about a week ago, it was fairly mild, getting no lower than 0 at night and up into the teens most days.  Over the past week, though, it hasn't gotten above zero, and lows have been down near -20 (though I don't think we've actually gotten quite that cold).  Surprisingly, it hasn't been that hard to handle, with two exceptions:  being raised in the South, I don't know enough to keep all my faucets running in this weather, and the drain to my shower froze Wednesday night.  Since then, I've been showering at a neighbor's while they've been working on it.  They (the school custodial staff, that is) worked on it a bit on Thursday and a bit more on Friday, but it wasn't until about 8 a.m. this morning that the drain cleared.  No clue why it cleared almost 24 hours after they finished working on it, but I appear to have a shower again.  The other time the weather has been challenging was today, when the wind came up (30 mph, maybe).  Walking to school in subzero weather with a stiff breeze isn't particularly comfortable.  My Catholic friends will understand me when I say that it was a great opportunity to "offer it up!"

I'm going to close now after I post a few pictures that may or may not be really informative--I'm not a great photographer.  We're having a Communion service tonight for the Feast of the Immaculate Conception,  I haven't utilized my newly thawed shower yet (though you can be sure I left some water running in the bathtub this time!), and I still have some papers to grade.  No promises about when I'll write again, but I'm sure Mom will bug me about it if I eave it for too long--which is what got this post finally up.  Thanks, Mom.

Norton Sound from Unalakleet on my way to Anchorage.  This was three weeks ago, so sunset was probably 5 or 5:30.  Now the sun looks like it's setting all day--rises in the south about 10:00, sets in the south about 4:30.  That's Alaska for you.

I took this because of the mountains in the background.  Doesn't look as impressive as it did from the plane.  I'll spare you the other pictures of the same "phenomenon."  By the way: if you can avoid it, don't fly when you have a cold.  My ears are still unclogging, I think.

Looking down on snow-covered mountains.  Probably halfway between ANC and UNK.  Here in SMK, we have no such mountains, nor as much snow--about 2 in., I'd guess, not enough to cover all the prairie grass.