Classroom fun

Excerpts from my computer classes this past week. Keep in mind that the students range from eight years old to about 60. Most are high school age.

When filling in a box that asked for an adjective, about 90 percent of the students in my more advanced Microsoft Office class asked me what an adjective was.

In the beginning classes, we are learning about the keyboard. The first thing I had the students do was to type out the alphabet. Unfortunately, none of the older kids remembered the order or what letters were in it, and I had to write it on the board for them. They never learn an alphabet song as kids!

A couple answers to a question about the "best country" in the world: Europa, Nueva Yol (that's Dominican for New York).

But besides the sometimes humorous and sometimes very frustrating moments in my computer classes, things are going well. The beginners are really noticeably more comfortable doing lots of stuff with the computers, and it's like instant gratification. The only part I am not liking about the classes I give is that I have them in the morning and afternoons on Saturdays, eating up more of my free time.

I finally got rid of the couple swarms of bees, only to have a small swarm arrive to the other side of my house a week ago or so. I haven't bothered the bee guys again, but it's getting to the point where I am going to call soon.

In moments of free time, however, I have been perfecting my tree-climbing skills in the pursuit of sweet oranges, and am planning with a guy in my community a night English class a couple times a week. And I have a running partner who runs harder and farther than me, always pushing me. It's fun to have someone to run with sometimes.

My kitty is getting bigger, but is such a bad bad thing that I don't know what to do. She never likes to go outside because she gets scared of the dogs around, and even the chickens. She is always biting me, and purring while she does it. I'm attempting to teach her to refrain from that bad habit. Maybe someday she'll calm down. I do have a little hope, because sometimes if I get a chance to read at night, I'll be laying on the floor, and she'll curl up on my back, purring away. Oh, Cajuil!