Monday, October 27, 2008

my heart

"sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
we could sing our own, but what would it be without you?"

I can't stand this. I'm getting so antsy.
I can't do this for the rest of my life. I don't want to. I know there's so much more to my heart than this. So many more desires and passions. That have been put in my heart by God.
But this is where I am right now, so I know I have to be ALL here. 100%. No less. I can't think and dream too much about the future because I will start living for that instead of living here where God has me now.
I'm so torn. I hate this.
I can't do this without You, Lord.

this heart, it beats, beats for only you,
my heart, my heart is yours...

Friday, October 10, 2008

am./pm.?

I gave my students a quiz today and one of the things on it is telling time in Spanish, which is quite a complicated thing...
I won't get into all of it, but there was something that really struck me today about how WE tell time (in America) that just makes no sense at all. So, just like we have special words for 12 pm (we call this noon) and 12 am (we call this midnight), so does Spanish (mediodía and medianoche, respectively)
On the quiz, there were pictures of a digital clock with AM or PM on the side so you know what time of day it was and students had to write out the times in Spanish. One of them happened to be 12 PM (which is noon) and they all wrote, "Es medianoche"
At first, I thought maybe they were just over thinking it, forgetting that we call 12 PM noon and 12 AM midnight. And then as I started to think about it more... I realized that in Spanish, they gernally use military time (you know, the 24-hour clock) when telling time. So they have no problem distinguishing between the time of day because they know.
What doesn't make sense to me is why on earth would we change the AM to PM at the 12th hour? Think about it... we count 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11... and THEN at the next 12, we switch to PM and start over... at 12... and then AFTER 12, we count 1-11...

We think we're so logical and that everyone should just speak English... but really English doesn't make much sense.
Call me crazy... that's ok. I'm a language nerd. I know it. I'm over it.