It's the weekend. Wakana and I are like zombies. I went to my class this morning and came home tired. I slept until 2:00 when Wakana went out to her last day on the job at Underwater World. I've been trying to coordinate some lesson planning but my mind won't focus.

The reason I am so tired is that this week was "Spirit Week" at ND. On Monday the kids had to wear the color of their division. The Juniors were wearing green. On Tuesday it was mix and match/crazy hair day. Then we had Blast From The Past day where each division wore clothes from a different past time. And there was Superhero/Supervillain/Cartoon Character day. And last but not least there was the I Love ND day where the kids wore signs and other paraphernalia to advertise their feelings for ND.

In the midst of this I had my classes outside on Thursday and Friday to better demonstrate how stories made up a huge part of the oral tradition. We met on the "Holy Grass" where the school has a covered table and benches. The kids were to tell stories from Guam's body of myths and legends, stories from their 'manamko' (elders), or stories from their own past. It worked out pretty well. The kids had a good time and I worked my butt off trying to keep them from wandering off and keep them on task.

I heard lots of variations on popular stories. I heard tales of the taotaomona (a sort of forest spirit), the duendas (another spirit creature) and ghosts from around the island. It was pretty cool.