After spending 2 years molding the minds of young Hungarian children, I have come home to attempt to mold American minds. Starting with my nephews, my summer school, and hopefully in a school in the fall. Sunday, January 06, 2008. Snowflakes fall and cover the ground in a thick cold blanket of white. Adults shutter and think of the shoveling that lays ahead. Children rejoice, pull on their warmest winter gear, grab their plastic sleds and head for the nearest hill. They jump in for the thrill of the ride.

CETP is a group of wonderful people of all ages who for one reason or another have decided to come to Hungary to teach English to students who never misbehave. Monday, March 05, 2007. As you brainy people can surely figure out from the URL, this is the old version. Monday, December 11, 2006. I Love the Coffee! Into a.

A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Tuesday, May 15, 2007. Shhhhhhh! On the Way to Szarvas. I saw a mutilated deer carcass. Black birds rummaged through the carnage. With their pitchfork beaks like winos. I thought of you, snapping juicy tendons. Of our bloody, burnt-out roadkill love,.

Saturday, July 28, 2007.

Thursday, March 8, 2007. I am starting a Poetry unit with younger students! I started this unit this week with rhyming with my 1-3rd graders. I have a box of Rhyme Flash Cards. Included in this box is a three word puzzle of rhymes. I held up one card CAT.

Thursday, June 28, 2007. Goodbye - My least favorite word. I no longer live nor teach there. It is sad and interesting. I return to the United States, like many CETPers, lured by a place at Grad school. Beautiful things I will remember on the plane, when I finally realize I am leaving-. Drinking Wine and toasting everyone. Being called Draga by the other teachers.