The ghosts and goblins crept out of their holes a little earlier in Taiwan than they did in America... and not just because of the time difference! Spanning two days, our Halloween festivities came the week prior to the 31st. By administrative decision, this year's celebrations were to be scaled down compared to years past. Regardless, staff and students alike shared in eager anticipation of a party!
And so they began to arrive... a Spiderman here, a Spiderman there, a ladybug, pirates, princesses, even a Tootsie roll. Without question though, witches and vampires ruled the day! Fangs apparently come a dime a dozen, and pointy hats don't cost much more. For a country about as familiar with Halloween as Americans are Boxing Day, the number of students who actually came in costume was impressive.
Preparing for the holiday proved anything but relaxing. The plan - 1) Combine classes, each teacher responsible for a different activity. 2) Rotate the kids through. 3) Have fun. 4) Pass out ridiculous amounts of candy. As if coordinating wasn't fun enough, the matter of
my costume still lingered, unresolved. For two weeks, my kids inquired impatiently. "Just you wait and see!" was the smug, yet obvious bluff. In my head, the response sounded more like, "Um... yeah costume... oh crap."
Day of the party. Enter Stori into the story. (One of my coworkers... I know, that's terrible). Combining makeup and talent, she magically transformed me into a 40-something-ish, blood-thirsty lunatic. Then, she went a step further and lent me her scrubs, capping it all off. What emerged... the psychotic, insane, mentally deranged, and occasionally cannibalistic Dr. Weber... along with a vault of fresh vocab! For emphasis, I played the part all day long. The kids loved it! Certainly a Halloween to remember.
And so they began to arrive... a Spiderman here, a Spiderman there, a ladybug, pirates, princesses, even a Tootsie roll. Without question though, witches and vampires ruled the day! Fangs apparently come a dime a dozen, and pointy hats don't cost much more. For a country about as familiar with Halloween as Americans are Boxing Day, the number of students who actually came in costume was impressive.
Preparing for the holiday proved anything but relaxing. The plan - 1) Combine classes, each teacher responsible for a different activity. 2) Rotate the kids through. 3) Have fun. 4) Pass out ridiculous amounts of candy. As if coordinating wasn't fun enough, the matter of my costume still lingered, unresolved. For two weeks, my kids inquired impatiently. "Just you wait and see!" was the smug, yet obvious bluff. In my head, the response sounded more like, "Um... yeah costume... oh crap."
Day of the party. Enter Stori into the story. (One of my coworkers... I know, that's terrible). Combining makeup and talent, she magically transformed me into a 40-something-ish, blood-thirsty lunatic. Then, she went a step further and lent me her scrubs, capping it all off. What emerged... the psychotic, insane, mentally deranged, and occasionally cannibalistic Dr. Weber... along with a vault of fresh vocab! For emphasis, I played the part all day long. The kids loved it! Certainly a Halloween to remember.
1 comment:
I love, love, love, love the pictures and the costumes! Those kids are ridiculously cute!
Take Care!
xoxo,
Rose
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