Rain always falls eventually.

Life isn't predictable. However the storms that life gives us can be beautiful things. Sometimes, it's about dancing in the rain. There is always a reason to smile in the rain.

9/18/12

Teaching the Teacher

In one of my classes, we have a teacher that is new to the state. Today we taught him the correct way to say "mountain". Believe it or not, that word is said differently in different areas of the country. That is one thing I find amusing about culture. How different simple things, like how words are said, change from different regions of the country. I moved around a little growing up. One place I lived people would say "Oh my gosh*!" or "what the heck*?" (*God/Hell, depending on if we were still in elementary school or not) Then I moved. People said "Oh my heck!" (never Hell... just heck) One place, when a girl had some hair that wasn't down in her ponytail but had come up a little bit, we called is a "sharky". I moved. They called them "fins" When you had pants that were to short. "High waters". "floods". Communication in a funny thing to me. So is teaching your teacher how to say "mountain" like a local... :)

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