Uncountable

It seems like there are lots of “uns” in my life right now. Unimaginably beautiful landscapes everywhere I look that are constantly evolving under the rain, sun, and fog. Unfortunately large quantities of rice making their way through my digestive system. Unanswerable questions about development, equality, worth, virtue, etc. (Seemingly) unutterable phonemes differentiating one letter from another in this language that I am struggling to teach my tongue, and uncoordinated attempts at conversation. Undrinkable water. Unexplored paths. Ungrammatical lists of uns.

Separate from all of the uns that I am confronting, tomorrow I’m teaching my first real lesson on the topic of uncountables.

Prepping all of my flashcards -- thanks again to Christine Stone!

If you are unfamiliar (ha! that wasn’t even intentional!) with English grammar, uncountables are things like rice, paper, wood, and jam that you have “some of” rather than “one of.” As in “kind sir, may I please have some kerosene?” It’s kind of a tricky topic but I’ve got vibrantly colored flashcards and a solid lesson plan to support me. And even if all sorts of chaos breaks loose, I will not allow myself to come unraveled.