We are back! And Fletcher Boy was an angel baby once again
on the plane. I mean planes. SO blessed. We had three connecting flights and
for every one he slept the whole time except for the last 30 mins. What a stud.
Well, Brandon and I started classes on July 17 and are
already looking forward to the end of the semester… It’s not that bad though.
We actually really like the school, the students, and the professors. The
semesters are just really long—20 weeks—which is like 2 months longer than the
semesters at BYUH. yikes.
Oh yeah, by the way, I’m the new Math Professor for the Pre
Med students.
Professor Krout. Haha. Slight promotion from my last job of
a bartender/waitress, eh? More on this later.
We came to Curacao not knowing where we were going to stay
or how we were going to get anywhere. We also had no idea how we were going to
survive. I didn’t have a job yet and wasn’t really sure where to start looking.
Needless to say getting on the plane was a giant leap of faith.
When we got off the plane someone from the university was waiting
for us and had arranged a place for us to stay for free while we got settled.
Place to stay and way to get there: check.
The next day was registration and while Brandon was getting
registered one of the owners of the university approached me and asked me if I
would be willing to teach Math to the Pre Med 1 and Pre Med 2 students on
campus. The professor that was supposed to teach wasn’t able to make it last
minute and they needed someone quick. They had looked me up on LinkedIn (yes, all
of my BYUH business professors were right) and were impressed with my resume. I
was hired on the spot within 12 hours of arriving in Curacao. So I teach two
classes a day (4 hours), get paid twice as much as I did in Bonaire and
Fletcher boy gets to stay with us on campus while Brandon and I are in class.
HOW AWESOME IS THAT?! Also my classes are the exact time that Fletch naps.
Quadruple bonus. I had been fasting and praying for weeks that I could find a
job that would provide us with the income that we needed, but that I could also
be a fulltime mom to Fletch. SO SO blessed.
A way to survive and
prayers answered: check.
Classes have been going really well for both of us. Brandon
is studying super hard. I think it is hitting him that his ONE shot to pass the
test that determines his FUTURE is in almost exactly one year. It’s a little
nerve-wracking, but he is taking it one class, one day, at a time.
So far, we love Curacao. It is very different from Bonaire.
It literally has 10 times as many people. It also has stoplights and crazy
traffic circles and really high bridges. It has huge super markets, even one
that is just like Costco, and the food is WAY cheaper. It is much more
‘Caribbean’ too. We hardly hear anyone speaking Dutch and there aren’t nearly
as many Dutch people, which sadly also means not as much European chocolate. We
still have iguanas and goats though, but hardly any donkeys or mosquitoes.
(Thank goodness)
The place where the school is located is off the beaten path
and not that close to downtown Willemstad, so we still get the same
Laie/Bonaire feeling, which we love.
Church is 100% in Papamientu, so we both have to work on
that, but the branch seems really nice and is 3 times as big as the one in Bonaire.
Lots of new people to meet and friends to make. We have a beach party with the
branch this Saturaday and we are excited!
I promise I will be better at keeping you updated with the
Krouts in Curacao!
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