This would only happen to me!

Wow its been a really long time since my last real post on my blog, and I thought I should update everyone on my life here in the motherland. I have been here 2 months, and I am starting to realize how fast this trip is starting fly by. It seems like I just got here yesterday. I was homesick, I was going through culture shock. I felt like I was in a dark tunnel with no light at the end of it. March then seemed so forever away, and I couldn't wait to get there so home seemed that much closer. Now I find myself having dreams of going home early, and I am crying in my dream because I wanted to go back to russia so badly. My second home. I aboslutely love everything here. Yes I still can't understand the language, but I'm to the point that I find myself being able to understand what people are saying, but not knowing how to say it of course only sometimes. Those moments are prized and I love having them. I also love the moments where I can acutally have a short simple conversation with a "REAL RUSSIAN" Its the greatest feeling. Life here in russia has been an amazing life changing experience, and now I am looking forward to my next adventures. I'm seriously looking at going to the summer camp they hold in Kiev Ukraine in the summer of 2009. All I pay for is the plane tickets, and then I can travel all over europe as much as I want. I am also wanting to be a head teacher in mexico after I get married so I can travel central america with my husband... big dreams, but I think it would be great, and the memories priceless. Well enough about these dreams and such... I really got on to update on the new funny stories that happen every here every day in good ol' St. Pete's..... This last week has been a very stressful one. We have been planning on the one of the Directors of ILP coming to evaluate our teaching. So you can imagine with all our adorable devil children we have trying to prepare a lesson that is fun, and can hold there attention for 25 minutes, and educational so the director can see these kids are learning english. Well I had planned the perfect lesson. I even tested it out on monday to see if would work, and hold their attention. I succeeded in taking just a simple balloon and playing with it in different ways, and now I was making final preparations for that fateful day. Friday came...... Teaching was going absolutely amazing. It was picture...esk you might say. Each child was sitting down hands and feet to themselves, and their eyes fixed on my balloon. Speaking english like crazy.

Me: Look I am stretching the balloon. Gera can you stretch the balloon? *stretching a balloon*
Gera: I want to stretch the balloon, I am stretching the balloon... *stretching the balloon*
6 other children: I WANT TO STRETCH THE BALLOON!

I tell you it was beautiful! Just then little artiom comes up to me....

Artiom: ME! BATHROOM! GO?!
Me: Yeah hurry!

He gets not even five feet from the door, and starts crying his eyes out. I walk over to investigate his tears, and find not only tears, but a puddle of a mysterious yellow liquid on the floor.

Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! you know the kind of no you hear in movies when someone is about to die..... anyways back to the story.

So there I am with a 5 year old child with wet pants, and about 6 other children looking in our direction wondering what is going on. I have no choice, but to wander the halls of the school in search of someone who can understand made up sign language, or someone who knows the word pee, pants, artiom, and bathroom in english. About 15 minutes later Much sign language and made up russian later I walk into my classroom to show Ludmilla the school director the evidence of artiom. I find children on the bunkbeds, children under the bunk beds, children on the dressers, and of course children swinging around that horrid pole that they use for P.E. and casey the director is due to inspect me and my teaching any minute...not any minute any mili second. And wow what do you know I am in the classroom not even 1 minute and in walks Casey and Sharla my head teacher. I have children in both hands, I am telling children to sit down, and also attempting....STILL to tell Ludmilla what happened.

Casey: Hi Maggie
Me: CASEY *shakey voice* how are you? ha.....ha.....ha.... I uh...... Had a little kid have an accident.....and uh.... We're trying to get things under control..
Casey: Oh? Whats wrong......*looks at the kids* Hey kids get down! (of course they all listen and go straight to there chairs...... sure they listen to him)
Me: Artiom peed his pants. Will you explain that to Ludmilla please. I've been trying to for the last 15 minutes.
Casey: bla bla bla bla Artiom bla bla bla
Casey: Everything is under control, now start teaching

So I start teaching, and of course the kids had gone wild again by this time. Its pretty much impossible to get them cooperate when you have given them almost 20 minutes of absolute freedom. I did as best I could, and casey moved on to the next group. Yes of course when all of us teachers got together, and compared evaluation stories mine was the worst, but also the funniest. Its me! Every teacher here would agree that all the stupid retarted things that never happen to us will happen to me! I have never before in my WHOLE two months of teaching had a child pee his pants...until of course the day The head Cheese ILP man comes to evaulate me and my future in ILP. Oh what a wonderful life I lead.... oh and did I mention the Branch President's assistant came to me today and asked me to give the pray next week....IN RUSSIAN!