day trip to discovery park!
  

we hiked for 6 hours through low tide & forests
& saw a galore of dead animals

(dead jellyfish, dead baby sea otter)

as well as some live animals

(bald eagle, heron, chipmunks).

picking wild berries
along our hike, ashley and i decided

to engage in some serious blackberry
harvesting. we scavenged about 3 lbs
and each ate ~a hundred berries along the way.

the sweetest juiciest patches

were along the beach in the sunshine.

thorns and bees didn't stop us.

 we want to bake a blackberry cobbler

and topple it with vanilla ice cream!

Anatidaephobia- the fear that somewhere,

somehow, a duck is watching you.

SUNSHINE CLEANING

"i want to thank you for all

being here, a part of this program.

i am really proud of everybody
and the work you are doing."

-kate
co-professor of my favorite class.

this is so powerful,

it gets at the heart of it all.

my friend seh invited me to

go to iran with her.

:)

shannon makes good soup,
cai taught kindergarten in korea for a year.

grace is from hawai'i and we watched
the new wolverine movie together
(it was NOT good...at all).

we ate grasshoppers today.

salty. crunchy.

i definitely broke my own record of #

of hours spent in class today.

(7)

now, my life consists of
digging for worms,
debating educational issues,
hanging out with super fantastic
people all day every day,
long commutes and sleepless nights in seattle.

"let's get married, we legally can here!"- ashley

"hmm...OKAY!"

after 6.5 hours of class, we decided to stop

at a japanese market on the drive back home.

i stocked up on sushi, tea and mochi.
keseniya tried hichew for the first time.
grace got red bean mochi and fed me some.
danny got some dinosaur egg looking crackers.
vanessa got a bento box. 

 i love tuesdays.
i love my classes on tuesdays.
i love all the discussions we have.
i love the people in my cohort.
^______^

"from our morning jog/walk/exploration."

 took this from ashley's insta.

 my plant sprouted a proboscis and

it won't stop growing.

its growth averages 2 inches per day.

i stumbled upon a forest in the city

during my jog today. initially, the plan
was to run to whole foods to see if they have
loose leaf tea, then i took a wrong turn and
ended up in the wilderness.

jesus bugs.

mini & massive bridges.
creeks.

moon flowers.

i'm going to run here everyday

(or at least 4x a week).
it's the PERFECT trail.

i made frosting from scratch for the first time.

i slathered it on my cake and then

fed it to my roommate, who liked it.

then we spent 30 minutes trying to

open a bottle of wine

without a corkscrew,

failed and now we're going to bed.

this package was sitting outside the door.

since i couldn't wait until christmas or my birthday,

i ripped it open.

theresa & maryna sent me an eggplant cutting board!!!

:)  :)  :) 
i know you (maryna) look at my
blog sometimes, so THANK YOU! <3

 this picture began as a pear.

"where you are at right now

is exactly where you need to be."

thanks for the reminder, ellen.

it's exactly what i needed to hear

from someone~~

i tried an oreo mcflurry for the

first time and it was like

spooning sweet frozen clouds into my mouth.

it was SO good.

got 3 hours of sleep last night
(stayed up designing a
structured academic controversy lesson plan,
read readings & wrote response,
prepared for a seminar i gave today)

so i took a nap after the long day
& woke up to this beautiful sky!

 today was one of the best days of
school i have ever experienced.

also, we've been playing 4-square with the

kids during recess and it is SO much fun.

jenny sent me this cartoon,

i think it's pretty accurate.

* * * 生日快乐! * * *

1. celebrating my 3rd birthday

-just arrived in the US after living in china

for a year; spoke no english;

watched lion king and cried

even though i couldn't understand the words.

fruits, stuffed animals, cake.

2. celebrating my 22nd birthday

-took this one day off during winter break

(spent the rest studying for grad school exams);

ate tempura eggplant & lotus root.

fruits, fairy lights, cake.

**made a smoothie**

(but forgot to put in bananas)

**ironed for the first time**

sally's been everywhere with me:

santa cruz, beijing, wellington,
kuala lumpur, singapore, seattle

(but she didn't get to go to nuku'alofa
because i thought she might get
lost in the luggage, so she stayed
in new zealand with all the sheep & pukekos)

have you ever wondered what

the inside of a golf ball looks like?

well, it looks like this!
 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
i highly recommend an app called
FLIPBOARD.
you can subscribe to your
favorite news sites/blogs/magazines
and view interesting articles in a neatly
organized and aesthetically pleasing
virtual little board.

you can also "make" your own personalized magazine
by [+] articles you especially like.

as i was  eating chocolate ice cream on a hot summer day,

i suddenly witnessed these
freakishly tall creatures walking around:

Today, a panel of parents/educational leaders from the community came in to share with us the dreams, hopes and fears they have for their children. Asian fathers, Black mothers, Latino mothers. There was alot of laughter and joking, but also tears and pleas for what they know teachers can do and how we have to "fight the current system" that is killing our children

(creatively, spiritually and physically).

Parents spoke realistically about the Asian model minority myth, slavery, racism, privilege, "multiculturalism", and Trayvon Martin.

Here are some things that they said
that stuck out to me:
"What I want most for my daughter is
someone who can see her, hear her. love her."
"Ask yourself: What kind of future is
this child going to have and what can my role in it be?"
"If you don't make that connection,
we all know what's waiting around the corner
for that one child: prison, death."
"Children want to be seen by you,
they want to be there with you."
"Think of how you can bring yourself
and your experiences into the classroom
for your students."
"Foster that spark."
"Value and respect Black people."
"See the greatness in children.
See them as leaders, not problems."
"Look at people as equals,
then you will be successful."
"Make yourself irresistible."
"Support dual-language programs."
"Have high expectations, say:
I know you can do better than that,
I can see it in you."
"But regardless of everything,
at the end of the day, it's in the heart."

This isn't "just" a teacher training program, it's a social justice through urban education vision and i feel
so happy/optimistic again to be here,
trying to figure out how i can be a part of it all.

Children don't need "saving," they just need someone to
see, honor and nurture that spark.

Strawberry lemon mint water!

i want to design an interdisciplinary unit

on Literacy & Gardening.
(inspired by Leo the Late Bloomer)

grace is from hawai'i.

when we visit her in the future,

she's going to drive us around

the islands and we're going to swim ALL day,

eat sno cones and hike in the rainforest.

 ~*~*~*~*
she inserts an "aloha"
when talking every once in a while.
she's a tropical korean gurl~*~

MOPS' WORLD

Anna is the best! :D 
googledocs always saves the day

my mini research project for Differentiated Instruction

 has guided me to a potential new goal/idea.

where our new sofa will be

(in 1-3 days)

ashley's friend gave us 2 free tickets to the aquarium.

this little guy was swimming around happily

and liked being photographed.

i learned how to juggle 3 scarves today!

"i didn't like her mole chicken,
she didn't like my pickled herring."
-keseniya

Ashley vacuumed my room while i was in class :)
~*~*~*~*~

once, in middle school, her friend's backdoor was open. they thought someone broke into the house.
so ashley tried to imitate a man's voice
to scare the intruder but the
dog freaked out and bit her butt.

the descendents of Chief Seattle himself

greeted us at the Duwamish longhouse

and taught us a welcome dance.

his great great great grandaughter
sat there and watched us
while petting her puppy.

i had a dream.

it was the best.

"Turtles like to ^chocolate! sit on rocks."

grace reminds me of little miss sunshine.

when we arrived at her house, she was
hiding in the backyard because
she thought we were gonna give her math problems.
after we bonded through a QRI literacy assessment,
she leaped onto me and clung on like a koala.
then she showed me around her world.

 http://wearenottrayvonmartin.tumblr.com/

"I am not Trayvon Martin.  I am white and female and have never experienced prejudice or intolerance of this sort.  But my son is six years old.  He is tall, and loud, and brown skinned.  He is funny and heedless and self-absorbed and oblivious to the idea that he might be regarded by other people with fear and hostility and hatred.  I will never be Trayvon Martin.  But I am terrified by the idea that my son could be.

I am not Trayvon Martin.  I’m a white, middle-class, Jewish woman living in Brooklyn.  I am not seen as suspicious or threatening when I walk down the street or into stores.  My skin allows me to walk unquestioned into the lobby of a fancy hotel to use the bathroom no matter how scruffy my clothes are. I do not live in fear that the state or vigilantes will deem my existence a threat and incarcerate, injure, abuse, or murder me.  My movements are not seen as ‘furtive’ by the NYPD. I live in this world with the privilege of my skin and my class.  I’m not Trayvon Martin and I oppose the racism that killed Trayvon, and Sean Bell, and Ramarley Graham and Amadou Diallou and so many more, and the racism of the laws and the courts and the system that locks away black youth by the millions but gives freedom and impunity to their killers. I grieve for all the Trayvon’s of this country and stand with them to make a change.

My 15 year old, white son has been caught shoplifting twice and neither time were the police called. The store clerks did not want my son to have a record. My son was caught at school with a bong. He was let off with a stern lecture. My son tried to grow marijuana in his friend’s attic. The police were not called. When I tell people about my troubles with my son, they say, “Oh, it’s just a phase, he will grow out of it!" Not once has anyone called my son a “thug" or a “gang banger". There is no doubt my son will go to college. He is already taking college credits in high school. 
 I want all children to have forgiveness and understanding bestowed upon them as my son does.  I want all children to have the same opportunities as my son.

I am not Trayvon Martin. I am young, Asian, female, and conventionally attractive. No one will ever likely see me as an aggressor. When I’m racially profiled, it’s not to assume that I’m a hoodlum, a thug, a thief, or a pimp. I am assumed to be passive, a sexual object, quiet and submissive. When I’m walking down the street at night, chances are good that I won’t be shot at because someone thinks they need to protect their property from me or that my human life is worth less than their property. Sometimes though, when I’m walking down the street at night, I get sexually harassed for being young, Asian, female. No, I will not love you long time. I just want to walk home. Stop shooting my friends.

This is my son. He is not Trayvon Martin. Because his skin is light, he will walk in this world, in a hoodie or not, and no one will ever stop him because he “looks like he’s up to something" unless he’s actually up to something. I will send him to the store and worry that he may be hit by a car, or abducted by a pedophile, but I will never worry — never even imagine — that he will be stopped by a cop or a wannabe cop just for being where he is and who he is. I will never know the fear and pain that Trayvon’s mother knows. I will never wonder if a teacher, police officer, boss or peer dislikes him just because of what he looks like. I will never wonder if he would have gotten that apartment, that job or that raise but for the color of his skin. My son is not Trayvon Martin, but I don’t want him living in a world where anyone’s son is. I vow, today and every day, that if my son does not have to be Trayvon Martin, he will never be George Zimmerman, either.

I am a 36-year-old Asian American female. Racial profiling of me consists of people praising my English, though I was born here, and assuming that I am good at math, which I am not. I am not suspected of committing crimes. I taught third- and fourth-graders for four years; many of them were from low-income families. I was most afraid for the hyperactive black and Latino boys with attitudes, because they talked back. What if I were a cop? What if I were an armed security guard? Why should their teachers and parents and relatives and friends feel that it’s a life-and-death matter to teach them to speak to white men in authority not just with respect but with calm politeness? I should talk to those men that way because I don’t want a ticket, not because I don’t want to be searched, or beaten, or shot."

a 3.5 year old autistic girl can't talk and expresses

herself through painting.

but critics argue the paintings are "too chaotic"

 to be considered "art."

what has the world come to.
i think they are BEAUTIFUL.
reminds me of Monet.

i have never in my life

been in one class that was 6.5 hours long,

until today.

but i did get to play 20 minutes of

4 square, which is

one of my favorite games!

i used to be the four square queen in 3rd grade.

 ^_________^

wow, this is...exhausting
(nearing the end of week 2).

i just want to crawl inside my
hypothetical reading tent
(filled with pillows and stuffed clouds)
and fall asleep.

The Dodos- Ashley

for my roommate, ashleyyyyyyyyyy

my cohort classmate went to Rwanda,

attached paint rollers to wooden sticks found outside,

and by herself,

transformed a dusty, run-down

moldy classroom filled with shattered desks

into this.

ashley's convo with her 4 year old brother:

"why do you have to go back to school?"

"well, ben, to make more money

in the future and give me

more opportunities and learn more."

*after some genuine contemplation*
"why do you have to learn so much?"

once upon a time, a teacher wrote

on my WWI test (which i didn't do well on):

"keep up the good work,

i know you will do great things in life."

ever since that day,

i always think back to what

she said and this always helps me
make decisions/go forth!

as i'm imagining different lesson plans,

a memory from 2nd grade summer school

emerged in my head from thin air.

we were all sitting in the MPR.

it was dark.

stuart little was about to be

sucked into a vaccum and his

helpless little mouse screams terrified me.

i really wanted to go home.

i didn't want to sit there and 

watch this horror film.

then i met a girl

who ran away from home

because her parents

refused to let her eat hot dogs.

today, after stuffing ourselves with sushi,

we bought fabric from goodwill and

pinned it on our living room wall to make "wallpaper."

ashley and i took public transportation

all around all day and got stranded in tukwila

after crossing the duwamish river.

we walked to gas works to see the fireworks

which began at 10pm since that's when the sun set.

we bought cupcakes from a little girl and

there was a huge fire.

during the fireworks, i thought:
"this must be what it looked like when

the universe began,

except 109838283322222631033 times more massive.

 my classmate offered me a free boat ride

around seattle since she bought extra tickets

for her family reunion. vanessa and i

took buses and ran all over seattle trying to

make the ride but unfortunately, we missed it...

so we walked around the city, visited parks

and talked about our childhoods instead.

a washingtonian's reflection of her visit to texas:

"i am so used to it being green everywhere,

but i realized that in other places,

instead of lawns, people have ROCKS.

but you can tell that every rock was selected

and placed so carefully. it was kind of

beautiful."

a seattleite's reflection of his visit to new york:
"GIANT RATS"

first day of [grad] school!
~~and a massive heat wave~~

met my cool new cohort friends (all from Washington)

listened to some inspiring professors,

had my first class, and got free pizza!

then i walked to trader joe's with my new friend vanessa

and noticed every item in my shopping basket

was orange, such as this popsicle: