10.06.2012

different school, same story

Hello world! It's been a while {I'm sure my numero uno fan, mi madre, can tell you the exact number of days} since my last post, but nonetheless, I had to vent update you on my life.

So, some of you may know I am working at a new school district this year {more on that later}. Some of you may also remember back in good 'ole Houston I was called many things: Heidi, Mrs. Barnett, Speech Lady...basically anything and everything except my actual name...which I still believe is not that difficult to pronounce.

Well, although dear, dear Waco is extremely different from Houston, one thing remains the same: 'Danielle Barrett' is apparently an impossible name to retain and pronounce. Here's the evidence:

Scenario 1: I got TWO letters last week from Speech Therapy-related companies addressed to 'Nicole Barrett' {what?}

Scenario 2: I walk into the front office to remind our principal, Mrs. S. of our 3 ARDs today. Just then the vice principal, Mrs. M., frantically leaves Mrs. S.'s office and beelines towards me. She says, "Mrs. S. and I need to have a briefing with you as soon as possible regarding a situation that occurred yesterday." {oh crap, what did I do...or not do...am I out of dress code...did someone report me for not been signing in...did Siri accidentally call them while I was venting in my office...is there a student missing because they wandered off after speech?!} Oh the possibilities! I couldn't wait until the end of the day; I had to meet now! I walked down to her office 5 minutes later to tell her I could meet then, if she could. She said that would work and got on the phone to call Mrs. S. As she tilts the phone away from her ear she casually asks, "I'm sorry and what is your last name?" "Barrett," I respond shakily. She says, "that's right...but I knew your first name is Kelly." {whhhhhhat? Mind you I have worked at this school 3 days a week for 6 weeks now...and I led 2 ARDs with her just last week.} 
3 days x 6 weeks x about twice a day= 36 interactions
"Ummm, no my first name is Danielle." She tilts her head to the side and replies, "Wait, are you the speech teacher?" "No ma'am I am the Speech PATHOLOGIST "Yes." Now I am already beyond offended considering: 1. She doesn't know my profession and 2. She doesn't know my first OR last name. She says, "Ohhh, ok I thought you were the Baylor Community In Schools Intern. Sorry, you both have blonde hair. Oops. I guess I don't need you after all, you're off the hook." Before I can get out the door to roll my eyes in solitude, Mrs. S. graces us with her presence. She starts on a lot of confusing things... Before I can get a word in Mrs. M informs her, "no, no, this is Mrs. BAR-NETT {said slowly and with emphasis to ensure she got it right}, the speech lady." They all get a good laugh and I get out of there. 

All of this to say, although I may be at a very different school district this year, in a different town, I feel riiiiight at home. 


Yours Truly, 

Kelly Bartlett, the blonde girl 

8.14.2012

guat's up?

Hola! Como estas? Su nombre? Cuantos anos tienes? That's the extent of my Spanish and every conversation I had last week. I had the pleasure of going on a week long mission trip with FBC Allen in beautiful Guatemala. It was a great trip filled with humbling experiences, gracious people and thousands of fresh, homemade tortillas!

{the group on our first day}

{mi familia en Guatemala} 

A few people on the trip had been before, but it was my first experience. We worked with a small {very small, 5 people to be exact} organization based out of Guatemala City called Church on the March. COTHM works with local Baptist pastors and churches in Guatemala. Through this organization, we met Carlos, Jaime and Jennifer {our bus...all the buses have names} who took us a few hours to work with Pastor Benedicto, the pastor of a church in Santa Barbara.

{playing games at one of the schools}

{Jennifer and me...we spent a LOT of time together}

This church and it's outreach was absolutely inspiring. Although it's congregation consisted of only 80 members, they fully supported a handful of missions, pastor's family, and the school ministry, which is where we spent most of our time. The school ministry aims to change it's neighborhood from the inside out by teaching Godly values and Jesus' teachings to school aged kids. This team is lead by Pastor Benedicto, the composed pastor, Jaime, the young mentee/translator, and dear Ernesto {or Neto}, the most energetic, animated man I have ever met. In the words of Carlos, "he can move 200 kids like they are 1." The school program goes something like this: enter {or sometimes hike to} the school, high-five every kid in sight, sing/dance to songs like "The Lord's Army" and "If You're Happy And You Know It" in espanol, do a brief Bible story or devotional, play games and make a craft. Basically, its VBS...condensed into a hour...in Spanish...with kids who have never been to church. Mind you these are Baptist leaders going into very Catholic "public" schools so it could present a challenge. Despite the challenge, God is faithful to provide more and more schools each week. It has taken a big investment of both time and work on Pastor Benedicto and Neto's part to get their foot in the door, and after they are in, they are able to share with these kids on a weekly basis. Although some teachers are very hesitant about the message being shard, they are desperate to receive help with their students. Many schools struggle with the same things we do here- bullying, teen pregnancy, and violence. Unfortunately, the difference is in Guatemala they are allowed to share God's word in the schools to provide guidance in these situations.

{Pastor Benedicto sharing and keeping it weird}

{Ernesto and friends singing and dancing}

One of the schools we visited originally said "no" to the program, but after they saw kids' attitudes changing at another school that Benedicto and Neto go to, they called back and asked for them to come. To be completely honest, the first day or two into the trip I thought, "It sounds like they have it covered, why are we here?" I soon learned the main three reasons were: #1. Support: The local pastors in their work. Most of the time these men are doing this work alone, which I am sure can be discouraging. Teams like us bring a fresh of breath air and encouragement in their ministry. #2. Resources: We have far more resources in the U.S. than these little towns do and many of the things we offer are an answer to months and of prayer. On this trip in particular we were able to bring New Testaments to hand out to kids and make salvation bookmarks which were much appreciated. And lastly #3. Attraction: People in these little towns, especially the remote ones, will line up to get a peek at the crazy Americans. And hey- the more people that come to see the entertainment {or us with our thick accents and mysterious backpacks packed down with sunscreen, bug spray and snacks}, the more people that get a chance to hear God's word. As strange as it was, we drew people to the program...or maybe we were the program?

{pumped up about singing at the all girls school}

{finished bookmarks in one of the classrooms}

Every school we went to, parents and small children lined up around the school yard or poked their heads over the fence to see what was going on. At the end of the week we saw anywhere from 2,000-3,000 kids. Seeds were planted. That is 2,000 families that received Spanish Bibles maybe for the first time ever. One of the things I learned while in Guatemala- Americans love to plan and love to follow schedules. Carlos continually told us, "flexible" or in his Spanish accent it was more like "flex-ee-ball." This became a running joke all week and was a tough lesson for some of us.

{hiking to one of the more remote schools}

{chicas with their New Testaments we provided}

The one day our "plans" were completely thrown off was the day more kids than ever were reached. We woke up on day with news of a bus driver strike taking place on our route to the school. Plan B consisted of us going to a different school, one that had never been seen by the ministry team while Pastor Benedicto and Neto saw the school that was on our original schedule. It was one of the best programs we had that week, visiting with the kids and hanging out. All in all, we ended up seeing around 500 extra kids! Good things come to those who are "flex-ee-ball."

{playing a game with Amanda}

{ladies cooking mosh at the school}

So many inspiring things happened over the week we were in Guatemala. I relearned the power of prayer. My dad planned on going on the trip, then had to cancel. Pastor Benedicto told us when they found out Brother Bill {or "Brother Beell"}couldn't come, they began praying everyday that we would make it to Guatemala. Some very unfortunate events occurred in order for that to be the case, but he ended up leading the trip. These men not only asked, but asked and expected God to do great things. I also learned  what it looked like to take delight in spiritual responsibility. Carlos referred to working in the schools as "a privilege to be doing the work of angels." A church of merely 80 members outreaches to over 3,000 kids weekly! In the states a church of 1,000 outreaches to 1,000 kids in a summer. Not only is it my responsibility as a believer to share the Good News, it is a privilege.

{Guatemalan women know how to mulitask} 

{missionary Ted at one of the new churches}

And lastly I learned to be "flex-ee-ball."  It is evident God is working in Guatemala and in the heart of us Americans as well. As we left, Carlos told us now that we have seen the work with our own eyes and directly taken part in the ministry there, it was now our responsibility to pray daily for Guatemala. I will continue to pray for the work of Church on the March, Pastor Benedicto and Ernesto, and I hope you will too. Adios mi amigo! Thanks for stopping by.

7.03.2012

coming full circle

There are a few moments in life where you feel you've come full circle- you know like when your parents move in with you in your tiny apartment {cough...mom, dad, Lynley}. This week I got to experience one of those surreal moments. This summer, I was honored to be a graduate supervisor at Baylor's Camp Success. Camp Success is a wonderful, intensive 4 week program focusing on teaching language and literacy to kids with deficits in these areas. It is amazing. I got to meet with each of my 12 client's parents this week to report progress their child made, and more importantly, be graced with reports on how their lives have changed over the past month. One mom told me, with tears filling her eyes, her son made his dad take him to the library to get his own library card because he WANTED to read for the first time ever. Another parent reported he overheard his 4th grade son reading aloud for the first time. The gains were huge; some kids made up to 3 years of progress in only 4 weeks! There's no denying it- Camp Success lives up to its name. But with big strides come lots of work behind the scenes. Our entire month of June was is filled with paperwork, smiles, reading rocks, sleepless nights and even some tears {graduate tears that is...I don't cry}. Ahhh {sigh} the memories. This is also is the same camp I worked 3 years ago as naive 1st semester graduate student. It's the same camp where I interacted with my first client and conducted my first therapy session. FULL CIRCLE. Look at me now- a wise, seasoned professional {or something like that} included as {very temporary} Baylor Faculty. 




A few perks of being Baylor Faculty, in no particular order...

1. Faculty ID = legit
2. Primary parking with a faculty/staff parking pass
3. Getting out of 2 parking tickets because of #1 on the list
4. Eating lunch on a weekly basis with fun people in the McMullen Faculty Dining Hall...fancy
5. Getting paid to do the same gig I paid good money to do 3 years ago




6.30.2012

happy bday to billy bunk

SURPRISE!



Grandpa Billy Bunk turned 75 and {completely in non-Grandpa Billy Bunk style} we threw him a surprise birthday party at where else- Choctaw Casino. Now, if you know him, then you'll understand why Lynley and I  were a little apprehensive yelling "surprise" as he opened the door to find 40 eyes on him, awaiting his reaction. It was touching as his closest friends, some whom he hadn't seen in over 10 years, traveled the miles to wish him the very happiest of birthdays...and play a few hands of black jack...but mostly wish him a happy birthday. A week leading up to the party, over 60 people including childhood friends, previous co-workers, family, neighbors, and grandkids sent him postcards with birthday wishes. Even Susie Luchsinger { THE Reba McEntire's sister} sent a postcard saying, "Thanks for helping me get started in my music career." Whhhhow. What a way to ring in the big 75. It was a great day celebrating life and taking time to appreciate you, Mr. Bunk. Happy birthday Grandpa. Thanks for being you and teaching us the important lessons in life like how to 'spoof,' maintain a balanced diet of eating raw potatoes with salt, turn an empty papertowel roll into a trumpet 'do-da-dooo,' and collect silver dollars. We love you!

Here's the birthday boy himself:


6.11.2012

rest day?

Question: What does an Ironman do on his first day off? 

Take a nice, long nap? No.
Kick back and watch TV? Nah.
Relax after 5 months of training? Huh-uh.

Answer: He pushes stalled cars uphill and rescues golden retrievers. 



While house hunting, {more on that later}we encountered a fellow Wacoan, car stalled, on Austin Ave. As Tate and two other good Samaritans were pushing her car uphill she informed them, "Man, you think I would learn my lesson and fill my car up with gas. This happens all the time." Although they wanted to neglect the car and let it roll back down that hill, they pushed it the rest of the distance {there is a discrepancy here: Tate who was actually doing the work swears the distance equaled to 1/4 a mile or "one loop around the track," while I am certain it was 250 yards. However, I was in the air-conditioned car, so believe what you will.} into the closest gas station. While working hard in the 100 degree heat, Good Samaritan 1 looked at Tate's finisher shirt and asked, "Did you do one of those Ironmans or somethin'?" He smirked and replied, "yesterday." About that time is when I turned down my AC because it was getting a little chilly in the car. 



Earlier in the day was even more eventful. We dropped our poor Wrigley off at {un}HAPPY HOUNDS, "luxury" pet grooming and boarding, while we were in The Woodlands for Ironman weekend. What a horrible experience. Did you get that- HAPPY HOUNDS in Woodway, Texas. Don't go there. Ever. To make a long story short, we went to pick her up and there was no one there to be found except our poor baby left in the heat with a hot bowl of water and no shade...for over 4 hours! After many, many failed attempts by concerned parents to contact the vanishing HAPPY HOUNDS employees, we were on a rescue mission. We decided to steal our own dog back from the evil boarding facility. So that we did. Our Ironman {just one day away from collapsing at that finish line and getting that IV I was telling you about} backed up his truck, jumped the fence, stood on a picnic table and saved the day. Wrigley was freed! I hope those other three dogs were ok, but they weren't ours, so I think "rescuing" them would be frowned upon...and illegal. Silver lining: We got a free pet-sitting weekend. Thanks HAPPY HOUNDS! You stink.