One of their favorite questions to ask me is, "Is New Zealand different than America?"
To which I always reply, "Oh heavens, yes."
Their follow up question is always, "Why do you say heavens so much and why do you call us ma'am when we're younger than you and why can't you pronounce Tohu's name right?" *My students ask a lot of questions. Gotta love 'em.
So to answer their question here are some differences in my life personally between New Zealand and America.
#1. In America, I have a car. A lovely little Malibu that I named Barbie (get it? Malibu Barbie? hahaha) and Barbie gets me everywhere I need to go.
In New Zealand, I have no car.
At first, Brooke and I walked everywhere. The walk to the church where we met for school was an hour both ways. And we did it rain or shine.
|This is us extremely wet from a long walk in pouring rain|
This is me on a cold day waiting for the bus. I didn't bring a jacket, but I did have a towel in my backpack so I used that. Then I decided to wear my backpack kangaroo style for extra protection from the wind. Plus, I was better able to guard it from crazies that might try to steal my stuff this way. I sat like this and sang songs to myself for an hour while we waited for the bus to show. Best part was, I wasn't even the craziest person there! I would have taken pictures with my new bus stop friends, but I worried they might eat me or something.
Oh! Here's another fun bus stop story. We had another long bus stop wait ahead of us one day when we noticed some birds fighting over a piece of bread someone had dropped. These adorable little birds were pecking away at their lucky find, when a huge flock of bully pigeons came and edged them away!
Brooke and I watched enraged by the injustice of it all! We screamed at the pigeons and lectured them for being so inconsiderate just because they were bigger. They didn't listen. Brooke stamped her foot really hard on the cement, and the cowardly pigeons all darted to safety. The little birds ran back to the bread and began pecking furiously, but their victory didn't last long.
One particularly large pigeon came and stole the bread back for him and his friends.
Brooke and I mourned as we watched the little birdies give up and leave to continue their search for food elsewhere. Life can be so unfair.
Thankfully, karma had a present for that dumb pigeon bully...
It got hit by a bus Regina George style. Only worse, because it was most definitely dead.
And then Brooke and I realized we were sitting at a bus stop watching pigeon fights and we felt a little bit dead inside too as we realized, this is our life now.
|Yes, this is from a store for MEN. Taste the rainbow.|
#4. In America, I use a lot of heating products on my hair and it looks like this:
In New Zealand I have sworn off heating products and so my hair looks like this:
It's kinda like watching Princess Diaries in reverse, right? That's why I'm only slightly offended by all the "partner" questions because really if I was in their position I would make the same assumption.
#5. Milkshakes in America are thick ice creamy drinks that are delicious. Milkshakes in New Zealand are simply milk mixed with some flavoring. Not even close to the same thing.
|You sit on a throne of lies!|
#6. Attention getters: To get my children's attention in my classroom in Utah I said, "Tootsie roll, lollipop. We've been working..." to which my students would reply, "Now let's stop!". Here in New Zealand the teacher's say, "OY! DID I ASK YOU TO TALK?!? Naw, didn't think so bra."
#7. This is the carpet in my classroom
In case it is hard for you to tell, it is very uneven and I am constantly tripping over the lumps. That didn't happen at my last school.
#8. In America I teach kids Math, English, Science and Social Studies. In New Zealand I mostly teach swimming. And a little bit of T Ball. And basketball, and cricket, and rugby. We take a lot of time out for sports.
#9. In America, I was expected to wear a dress or nice dress pants every day and always look professional.
|This is my teacher outfit, button up shirt, cardigan, pearls... very classy|
Only 19 more days! Yikes!