I haven't disappeared. yet.

Why hello all of about maybe 10 (a very generous guesstimate) people who read this. I know it has been awhile since I last posted a blog entry. Do not fret part two of sad movies is started and will come in due time. I figure I will use this blog entry to catch everyone up to speed with my wild and crazy life!

So as some of you may know, and for those who are reading these back logged in the future, I recently started student teaching in Orange, California where the Men's basketball just won their first or second...I don't know which number, but have advanced further in the state playoffs than any other men's bball team at Orange Lutheran High School. Yes, I have started to assimilate to Orange Lutheran, and it has been sweet. I am now considering it my high school (after two days) getting excited about the sports teams and what not, and doing my best to learn names.

Speaking of names there is a student in one of my classes whose name is Wayne. When I asked Wayne what his name was he said Wayne, but then all of his peers corrected him, and told me it was in fact, Dwayne. Wayne then interjected they were lying, but his friends were persistent, and Wayne gave in and said his name was Dwayne. At this point I was confused, so I asked then Dwayne was his name really Dwayne, and everyone but Dwayne said yes, but then Dwayne said no it was Wayne. Now I had to figure out is it Wayne or Dwayne, and yes, D/Wayne is black. So his friends said he had a white persons name if it was Wayne which made me suspicious that his name was in fact Wayne. I finally had to ask in all seriousness if his name was Wayne, and lo and behold it was. It was fun.

I then told Wayne that before I got to Concordia I had never considered my middle name to be anything but a white person's middle name. When I got to Concordia I was informed it was not. This, of course, peeked student interest. they started guessing names like Darnell, Dashaud, T-money (ok, no one guessed that). I then informed them that these names were not my middle name, and I just flat out told them it is Terence. Apparently this was the funniest thing ever. they just got the biggest kick out of it. I am totally remembering to build this up in the future because it worked great for entertainment. I then told them it was my dad's name, and he is whiter than me. They once again just busted up. And just like that I am Mr. Cool. Or so I think so.

There is another name story I have. I was writing a seating chart for my second hour class on Red days I believe. Now, most of these last names it seems I have never heard before, and if I have heard them they all spell them differently. I, therefore, was asking each kid to spell their name so I could show that I was interested in making sure I had their name right. Well, one girl tells me her name is Sydney Johnston, and she adds it is spelled just like the city. I then responded in a dead pan manner, Oh, I have been to Johnston. No one got it except my coop, and he laughed so I was happy it at least went over well with him. The confused girl then told me her name sydney was spelled like the city to which I came back asking her if her last name, Johnston was still spelled like the city as well. Now, I have no idea if there is a Johnston, and frankly I do not care. This poor girl still had no idea I was joking, and I finally told her I was. She admitted she was confused, and we moved on. She also admitted to furthering the stereotype of her blonde hair.

Well much more has happened in my life, and I am sure much more will. I am in Southern California living the good life. I am constantly on the beach with California girls you know, and I am surfing, and think of all the stereotypical things in Cali and I am sure I am doing them. I am definitely not teaching everyday and waking up at 5:30 to do so.

I am very much enjoying the time here. It's greeeeeeat! as our dear friend Tony would say.

Farewell