WE remember, but life does go on.
Well, it is officially late thirty and I am blogging while the video files render.
I wanted to write of today…nothing earth-shattering or really meaningful. Just to share.
I only had one contact in all day.
It was really annoying, yet, I didn’t want to take it out and have 100% terrible vision. I instead spent a good portion of the day looking like a pirate.
I have nothing else to say other than it is too late and it will be awhile before I get to sleep tonight.
Two days left.
Several people have mentioned that I have not been blogging as of late. I am sorry about this, however, with the onslaught of the end-of-year programs, activities, etc., I find myself pressed for time more than usual. Couple this with packing my classroom and getting ready to move to a new school in just a few more days and you’ve got yourself a busy schedule.
Of course, I am not implying that your schedules are not equally loaded down with various and sundry items.
I am sorry to those who’ve I’ve not had a lot of time for lately. This, of course, will remedy itself before long.
I did take a few minutes, just prior to sitting down to make this post, to sit out on my deck and listen to the wind blowing through the trees of my Olympic-sized backyard. I felt it gently turn my thoughts and speak of things which have long lain silent and forgotten.
I will return soon enough.
Until then, I remain respectfully yours,
No, I am not planning on dying anytime in the near future, however, I was thinking of the mortality of those around us. It would be a real shame not to say what we need to say.
That is, while we can.
And just a side note, yes, this song had been added into my "Soundtrack of Life."
Joey had a hard time for several years. He was the type of kid who was really smart, but lazy, and didn’t ever want to do anything. He wanted to get away with whatever he could, and would often use the right words with people to get his way.
He was really good at this.
I had this boy in my class, and from day one I tried to work with him. Did I do so every single day? No. Let’s be honest…there were a few days where it was more about survival, and just making it to the end of the day was the goal. However, did I work with him on a regular basis?
Yes. I did.
When he left my classroom I heard of problems he was still having, and things which weren’t so good in his life. You see, he was making a lot of poor decisions which, in turn, led to bigger and worse things in his life. It probably started off with lying and being dishonest with others, and this evolved into things I’ll not mention.
I got a call from a friend of mine who wanted to know if I’d seen Joey lately. I admitted that I hadn’t seen him for a few years, and had lost track of him. I came to find out that he’d made even more poor choices in his life, which have since led to him losing a lot of the freedoms which we take for granted.
In essence, his life is over.
I once heard the following quote, “Always Remember, no matter how bad you are, you are not totally useless. You can always be used as a bad example.”
I hope that my other students can learn from his mistakes…
I drove to work today. As I did, I cranked Avril Lavigne’s song, “My World,” on the stereo. It was a good driving song…the type you listen to with the windows down, and the wind blowing in your face.I also recommend “Dancing in the Moonlight” by the Baha Men.
How does one arrive at a point like this in their life? Well, probably because of friends, right? After all, isn’t it our friends that get us into the most trouble in our lives, as well as encourage us to start Breaking Free out of our comfort zones? I think it comes from that “All for One” mentality we seem to be so anxious to subscribe to.
As I stood in line among the others present, I found myself sweating under the suffocating feeling of my sports coat and tie. My class had just had a lesson on how darker colors absorb more sunlight and reflect less…hence, making them a lot warmer than clothes with lighter colors.
So, was I hot? Bet on It.
After waiting for nearly ½ of an hour the line entered the building. As it did I thought to myself, Now this is What I’ve been Looking For—an area a little bit cooler! I quickly joined the appropriate line, signed the consent forms, and was shuttled into the auditorium
Directions were shouted from the man with the megaphone that we were going to have a Fabulous time. However, I could only understand only about half of what he was saying to be honest. But as I sat there, I did have a feeling that this was the Start of Something New for me in my life.
My friend and her kids were in the “red” section of the auditorium and I was told that I’d be fine in the multicolored section for now. I could just wait for the moment I was needed from there. It was at this point that I sat for quite some time, before being directed to the main room. I walked across the campus and entered the adjacent building to a tumult of noise, and found myself being transferred from place to place. At first I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to be, or what I was supposed to be doing. And, let’s be honest, nobody in charge seemed to know either, and I kept being told one thing and then another…I finally was told that they would Work This Out, and that I should just have a seat and to wait until I was needed.
Fine. I thought. I Don’t Dance to this beat anyway.
One hour rapidly turned into twelve. I finally thought, I’m not going to Stick to the Status Quo anymore. I’m sick and tired of being here! I’ve been sitting here for 12 hours! It’s time that I Gotta Go My
So, I changed into a blue shirt and a pair of jeans and joined the cheering crowd without anyone noticing me doing so. It would figure…I was standing in an area that would probably be unseen anyhow. Maybe there was a way I could Bop to the Top area where everybody else was standing, and be seen better from there. I changed my mind. All I wanted at this point was to go home…
What Time is It by now, you ask? 12:30...AM!
After a few more grueling minutes, we were told that we were finished and finally allowed to go home. I felt so grateful to be leaving. Grateful that I didn’t have to do this Everyday of my life. I don’t think I could handle it…I’d probably kill myself.
As I checked out and walked to my car, I realized that everybody has days like this…days where they spend their time in a way that is not the best possible. I guess We’re All in this Together when it comes to time poorly spent.
And that, is how I spent my Saturday.
This realization came when I started to read it aloud to my class the other day. Whoa…does this story NOT flow well when read aloud! It amazes me just how much I tried to “bring the reader” into the story through detail, and this actually bogged down the flow of the thing altogether.
So, what does this mean? Well, for starters it entails a major rewrite of the story, and the cutting out of a lot of unneeded text. Nip here, tuck there, flesh it out a little in a few spots as well.
Final prognosis? The patient is doing well, but is in for some serious rehab…
I turned to my student who stood before me. “What’s up?” I asked, putting aside the papers I’d been correcting.
“Did you always want to be a teacher?”
I sat back in my chair. “Why do you want to know this?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve just always wondered.”
“Yep, it’s perfectly legal.”
My student walked away, shaking his head saying something like, “Whoa…I didn’t know that.”
It was this small conversation which brings me to today’s blog…just why did I choose teaching out of all of the professions I could have for my life? I’ve thought about that question quite a bit over the years to tell you the truth. I believe it stems back about forty or fifty years ago when I was a missionary. I had been sent to
Yes, I was going to be famous.
While living in Poplar Bluff (Pop-lar bluff…not Pop-U-lar Bluff) one of my companions and I started volunteering at
I wish there were words to express how I felt in the presence of this woman. She was nothing short of amazing. I looked forward to working each week with the kids at SH, but none more than the 1st graders of Mrs. Trotter’s classroom. On every visit I’d be tutoring kids on Math facts, fluency, or reading aloud to them. It was a
When I was moved to another area (after 9 months) I couldn’t foget the experiences I’d had in working with students and how much fun it was. When I came home another 9 months later, I enrolled in college to finish my general education classes. When thinking of career paths which I might follow, only one stood out.
People have often asked me why I decided to become a teacher. I’d often joke that it was for the big money to be made, and all of the single female teachers. It really isn’t though. It’s for the students I get to see grow on a daily basis. Some of these kids take a little bit longer than others, but I see nearly all of them grow and change. They come into my classroom as little kids, and leave as middle-schoolers.
I will forever be thankful to the teachers I’ve had in my life which made a positive impact on me.…Otamay Hushing, Robin Flickinger, Sherri Frizzell, Ed Mooney, and most importantly, Ruth Trotter. As I look back on old photos of my first days as a teacher, I think of these kids who are now much older than they were as 3rd or 4th graders. I think of these students, who one day, when somebody asks them, “Who was your favorite teacher?” Will respond…
Thanks, Mrs. Trotter.
One of my "first" teaching experiences.
Father Mike McDivitt, Hazen, & I.
Sacred Heart Catholic School.
I noticed an old as I drove. He was old…a lot older than I. He smiled as he walked…he seemed happy.
I saw a group of boys today as I drove too. They were younger than I, and yet…they did not seem happy…
Our lives are made to be lived and enjoyed; yet, do we live them to the fullest? I’m not talking about driving big cars, having a plethora of money, or lots of cool “toys.” I’m instead talking about enjoying all of our small moments…those tiny, inconsequential instants of each day.
Do we appreciate the sunlight as well as the rain? We do see the joy and beauty which each of them bring, and take pleasure in them for what they have to offer?
When I went outside after work today it was nice—like a breath of much-needed air.
I love to breathe.
I drank it all in.
I’ve come to realize just that life is much too short to live in apprehension, cowering with the fear of rejection, and listening to the whining of that little incessant voice in the back of our minds which whispers, “You just can’t do it.”
Who’s to stop me?
Probably just me, after all, I’ve done it numerous times before. I’m good at it too…too good to be exact.
The waters rush on as I stare at my computer screen tonight. As I do, I realize that there will be so much more to consider in the waters, what with the oncoming of the rain in the distant mountains.
Luckily, I do have an umbrella.
Let it rain.
I came here to find a few new books on CD which I could listen to while driving during the week.
I also came to write on a few of my stories.
I looked again at the self-publication website and contemplated further what I’d only briefly considered last night.
As I sat here in the “book discussion” room, I found myself alone and removed from the rest of the world for nearly three hours. Three blissful hours of time in which to work…
No bothersome calls
Nobody trying to talk to me.
I returned home from an evening out with some dear friends.
I checked my blog.
I had a few comments, which I proceeded to read. Nestled amongst them was a remark from my sister, Miya. She left me a link to a self-publisher known as Outskirts Press.
I thought about it…
I thought long and hard about submitting…something.
I just don’t know about this though. I did a little figuring and discovered that my book, “Take the Long Way Home,” would be in the vicinity of 129 pages if published as a 8.5” x 5.5” book…which would run about $5.00 in cost for each copy printed, plus the cost of set-up, barcode fees, as well as about a thousand other “small” charges which—amazingly—drives up the cost by $1,000.
Though it would be grand to have one of my books published, going this route could very well turn out to be a pretty expensive endeavor.
I guess I don’t know if it is really good enough to be published…or worth this cost. The story was written awhile ago, and probably still needs a million things fixed/added/changed…
I just don’t know…