At school today one of the kids commented that I hadn't written on my blog for a while.
I do wonder about the appropriateness of this blog on young minds and the entertainment level. Still, if I'm going to put it out to the world, that's what I get.
Anyway... so what's been going on for the last few weeks... I met some awesome American's. It was interesting watching the cultural differences. Cultural differences you ask?
Take what we know of American culture, the most prominent presence in New Zealand being fast (psuedo) food outlets. Think about the size of a drink from Wendy's. It's huge! A medium is what we would consider a large and completely un-necessary. That's an awful lot of sugar and corn syrup and other such empty calories. So what happens if you don't want to drink all of it? You throw it away...
But isn't that awfully wasteful? I was talking to a woman who had taken her kids to America. They had tried to order a kids meal - which just didn't exist. So she'd had to buy a full meal. The problem with this though, the kids had different tastes and so wouldn't eat the same meal. Thus, 2 full meals. Oh course, the portions were way out there and so she'd had to throw the excess food away. Cringe worthy if you ask me.
I would like to think that we have a different attitude to food here. You buy what you need and eat it all. We teach our kids to clear their plates. We say things like "there are other children out there starving in the world". We try to teach a level of appreciation for the amount we do have.
What effect does this have on American's in relation to New Zealanders? The differences are kind of subtle I think but you start to spot things. Little things. Interesting things. Things I'm not going to go into here.
Anyway, it turns out there'll be another group of American's next year. I've already started to write up a blanket apology for them to sign. Something that apologises for things like KFC, MacDonalds, Pizza Hutt, Starbucks, Gloria Jean's and the very concept of shopping malls.
I'm just coming out of a bout of depression. This one was interesting. I discovered that my self esteem doesn't exist. I was incredibly happy about this. It means I've got something to work on and I've identified what it is. To that end, I'm getting myself out of my comfort zone and singing a song up at the pub tonight with an Irish band.
That happiness was counteracted by uncertainty. A five letter word - "maybe". Add to that a five month wait to maybe resolve that uncertainty. Not terribly happy. And it could have all been solved with a little communication. Woman are ... confusing. Go on Baillie - tell me otherwise.
I think that says it all really.
I've seen a spark. One of the kids is horribly eager to learn a little programming. Bring on the flow charts! In fact, this week I found myself working with a few kids. I gave one who lacked enthusiasm in the library a book. Another I got doing some work for me and finally started to hammer in the idea of patterns in maths (i.e. rote learning 10x10 is no good if you can't spot that fact that multiplying by 10 just adds a zero to the end of the number). Next I'm thinking strategies to figure out problems.
So enough of this rather general post. I'll get onto some more in depth rambles soon. Just watch this space...