Irrational fears

This morning I was thinking about some of my childhood fears, and realized how ridiculous  they were.

Without further uh do, here are my top 5 irrational childhood fears (keep in mind that all of these caused little Tyler considerable stress):

  • 5th place: My babysitters’ math homework.
    • Sometimes my high school babysitters would do their homework in front of me, and I would look at it and be overwhelmingly stressed that someday I would have impossibly hard homework like that.
  • 4th place: That God would call me to be a missionary in Africa.
    • I really don’t know where this came from, but Africa seemed like a very scary place to have to live.
  • 3rd place: The military draft.
    • At some point when I was little, I learned that in the past the government had forced people to go to war. From then on, every time I heard about war, I was terrified that we were entering World War 3 and I would be forced to fight.
  • 2nd place: The Railroad Killer.
    • One time I watched an episode of America’s Most Wanted and this guy was listed as the most wanted. I was terrified. The day he was arrested was one of the best days of my life. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. #neverforget
  • 1st place: Tornadoes.
    • It didn’t matter that “tornadoes don’t happen in Oregon,” the movie Twister ruined my life. Thanks a lot Helen Hunt.



2 days of great

The past 2 days have been so good.

Friday was my students’ Junior High graduation service, which I have been planning for the past month and a half. It turned out great, and I was really proud of the students’ behavior. Up until they entered the chapel, I was running around with tons of things on my mind, and when we opened the doors and they walked by me in their 2 single-file lines, I almost started crying.

Hey emotions, nobody likes you, go home.

Throughout the evening, I would see and talk to students, all the while trying to shove my sadness back into the pit where it belongs. And then came the part where we had to say goodbye to each other. Like, forever goodbyes. Thankfully (for my dignity), many of the students had already left, so I didn’t have to blubber through lots of goodbyes. After only a few though, Ruth and Anika and I retreated to the teacher room and cried in safety.

On the way home, Brady said, “the sadder it is, the better is was.” It’s so true, which is why the end of this journey is so hard.

*Once again tries not to cry in cafe*


Yesterday was my birkday, and it was so good. We went out to lunch, where a few students surprised me by coming around the corner of the restaurant singing happy birthday and carrying a delicious birthday cake. Don’t worry Mom, I got to blow out some candles on my birthday.

It looks like a pancake cake, but it's actually a layer cake made up of tons of crepes with whipped cream in between each one. Delicious.

It looks like a pancake cake, but it’s actually a layer cake made up of tons of crepes with whipped cream in between each one. Delicious.

Birthday surprisers

After lunch, we watched Eurovision. If you’re European, you know what that is. For those of you who don’t know, it is an annual song contest where each participating European country selects 1 person/band to represent the country. It’s a bit like American Idol on steroids. And it’s much more European, so there’s that. This year I made these scoring sheets to use while we watched (the show is like 3 hours long).

Eurovision Sheet


(Fun fact: Eurovision’s most notable past winners are ABBA and Celine Dion.)

To finish off a great day, a group of us went to the highest rated restaurant in Jakarta, which was a buffet at a 5 star hotel. Dear Obama, come experience the buffets over here, and then fix all American buffets. #Change.

People, I’m telling you, the place was magical. Amazing sushi, the tenderest roast beefs and lambs, quality Indian food, a dessert section like woah, and too many other things to mention. I was too distracted by the food to even consider taking pictures.

And then I died of food.

Finally some Internet

Why is ‘Internet’ capitalized?

Let’s see, I’m currently in the middle of one of the biggest transitions of my life, which is ending the school year and leaving my home for the past 2 years, and moving back to my home for the previous 22 years before that, where I currently have no job.  I would like to share what is going through my mind as I brace myself for this huge transition that is seemingly blazing toward me at light speed, but I don’t even know where I would start.

Maybe I’ll just say that it is incredibly sad, extremely weird, a bit scary and a bit exciting. I think I will be happy to be back home, but it would be a lot more comforting if I had a job waiting for me. Meanwhile I have to keep reminding myself that I can’t force timing, so I need to keep my eyes and ears open and try to be okay with that.

There is this one thing that I am unquestionably thrilled about in the midst of all this, though. Smack dab in the middle of my transition is the dreamiest of the dream vacations: a 2-week funfest where my brother and sister and I take on Spain. Can you say ‘hola?’

I was finally able to look at my photos from my last day teaching, and I feel incredibly blessed. I love all my students and I’m sad that soon I will be a whole world away from them. I can only hope that many of them will go to the US for college and I will get to see them again.

*Cries in the middle of the cafe.

Here are my 2 classes:

Class 9.3Class 9.4