Monday, May 20, 2013

Junie B.'s & May's

This is the last Monday of this school year.  My last Monday with these particular children.  & I just cannot believe how fast this semester has went.  I left room 164 in December and took room 152 in January, and looking at my class pictures, I smile at the memories.  I went from a really difficult class, to a very loving class, and yet, I feel the same about both.

I found out last week that I will be teaching at this school again next year.  :)  I will be starting graduate school in the fall, to get an MA in ELA.  Next year I will be an EL teacher, and probably for the rest of my MNPS career.  I'm very excited.  I have started slowly packing up my classroom, I may be teaching first grade EL next year in this very room, but nothing is certain just yet.  As an EL teacher I'm "flexible."  Essentially, I will be put in the grade where an EL teacher is needed.  I have peace with this, knowing that God is blessing my work.  (Though I hope I know what grade by Friday.)

My classroom is a mix of excitement and sadness; on the part of the children and myself.  However, with the exception of one child, I know I have helped in preparing them to become second grade learners.  I look at my Junie B.'s and May's and even the Herb's and Lennie's and I think, what great, funny, and sincere children they are.  I may not be a mother, but I know an abundance about love from them.  I can't wait to see what God has in store for them, and me.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

& she loved.

There are 10 (actually 9.5) days of school left in the MNPS school calendar year.  Days filled with fun things.  In room 152 we still have the birthdays of a boy and a girl, Field Day, a class party, and 2 star students left to choose.  This is a busy time of the year.  Thankfully, the SAT 10 is over, and my class was well behaved.  There were minimal problems in room 152 this year.  I was well received by my parents, and was spoiled during teacher appreciation week.  Several parents have asked if I would be willing to teach second grade next year, because they would love a full year with me teaching their child.  I feel honored and blessed.  Of course, I have little to no say in the matter.  :)  That's just how things are.

As this year wraps up, I don't know what grade I'll be teaching next year, I don't know what school I'll be teaching at next year, and it all feels very uncertain.
I will be teaching in an EL classroom though.  :)  That is pretty exciting and new for me.  & I would never have dared to try if it wasn't for Molly Martin and Ashley Morgan.
I live in a scary paradox right now.
Supposedly, this coming week things will be more solidified and certain.  I just breathe deeply and pray for another year wherever God will lead me.  I do know that I am doing what I want to be doing with my life, what I feel God wants me to do with my life, and that He guides me into places I wouldn't choose for myself.  I am safe, a little unsteady, but content.

So as I write my last lesson plans, and think about packing up my classroom, I look around this room and I count myself so lucky.  I had excellent children.  Children who taught me important lessons.  I have learned so much about love this year.  & when I say love, I mean a whole host of things, especially patience.  I have learned that at the end of the day, no matter what happens, these children still love me.  No matter how stern I've been, they adore me.  I have learned that messy bed hair is beautiful because it means that the child slept, and will have a better day.  I have learned that all the details matter, down to my toenails, my smile, and eye contact when they are telling me a story about their pet toad.

I have worked hard this year.  I've commandeered 2 classrooms in this school year.  I wouldn't trade that experience for the world.  I know when I go to school in the morning, children that are no longer in my class will stop by to hug me or say good morning.
& I'm going to start my masters.  Exciting.

On May 24th I just know there will be tears in room 152.  Tears of sadness & tears of joy.

I just want to be like The Giving Tree.  Give everything I have, until there's nothing left.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Notes from the Road

Dear Shawna,

My life suddenly got a little busy. God gave me an interim position teaching first grade at Edison Elementary. I have at least another month there. & you were right...the age doesn't matter. I am enjoying it. I was formed for this. Teaching fulfills me in a unique way.

We (Nathan, Meagan, Andrew, and I) are heading to Indiana for Becca's wedding. Driving three states north after school today...we are all beat. Though kudos to Andrew for driving most of the way. I had planned to read Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets all the way there, but then the sun set. Boo.

At the end of this day I remember:
-I am a happy nerd.
-I have great friends.
-Props to bus drivers. I would be a mass murder if I was one.
-It is fine to favor one nail polish above all others.
-Don't forget that live is not a feeling. It is a choice, an action verb.
-Luke Bryan, Miranda Lambert, Goo Goo Dolls, & Beethoven all have a station on Pandora on my iPhone. That is okay.
-I am wearing black to a wedding. Heh.

I don't know what comes next for me, but I'll keep a wether eye on the horizon.

All of It,

Sunday, August 26, 2012


Dear Shawna,

My nose will not quit running. I think it is broken. My allergies should be shot for what they do to me. & I think I have an ear infection in both ears. Ugh. Sometimes I just want to complain. But the week moves on with or without me.
I think the world is beautiful when it rains. We should move to Seattle! Maybe my allergies would just...die. I sincerely wonder how many fluid ounces of snot have come out of my body this year alone.
I still want to have my own classroom. As August draws to a close I do not give up hope. Perhaps that is crazy, bit it is my dream. Should I ever get my own classroom....good luck getting me out of it!
I am sleepy. I want to read. I want to ask you what you would do. I can't though.

All My Heart,

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Will Opportunity Knock?

Dear Shawna,

I have caved.  I let Nathan buy me an iPhone, a black one.  I have joined the technological revolution and have a data plan.  Somehow I feel strange about it.  I enjoy it though; buy does it count if I spend most of my energy on it using the kindle app?  It's like reading a book...and yet, I have so many books.
I'm reading Alice in Wonderland.  Your favorite.
I read it every year.
Strange.  I have your copy to this day.
I'm substituting again.
Mixed feelings.
Dinner tonight: Cheesy chicken quesedilla bake.

All My Heart,

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Simply Put, No

Dear Shawna,

I can't really explain myself, I just know it isn't right.  It simply isn't right for me to sign away so much over money.  I pray God helps me understand my decisions, and furthermore, His.

All My Heart,

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Day of "Rest"

Dear Shawna,

I know you had days like today.  
Today Nathan woke up with a cold.  It's the first time he's been sick in like 3 or 4 years.  Ugh.
We went to church.
After church we got a flat tire.  It was hot, but we had the stuff to change it.  So start to jack the car up and the jack breaks under the car.  Seriously?  Then I notice the back tire on the same side is like almost flat.  Dang.  We knew they had been refilled with air recently.  Ugh.
So here we are staring at the car and the broken jack and it is hot outside.  I decided to call roadside assistance, because hey, it's part of our car insurance.  I was already dreading it because I knew it would be forever before they got out to us on a Sunday.  Midway through the phone call I look up and across the street is Auto Zone!  So, feeling stupid, we go buy a new jack across the street.
Fast forward 30 minutes.  Front tire replaced with a spare. Back tire on the same side is low.  So we decide to take it to Wal-Mart's tire center.
Fast foward 5 hours.
Purchased a new front tire, repaired the back tire.  Oh, and did all our grocery shopping for the rest of the month.
We finally get home, cook dinner, put away groceries, do laundry, and then go to Nathan's school to set up for the week ahead of him.
Since then I've been emailing principals, he's been writing lesson plans.
I've been contemplating my interview tomorrow.  Sixth grade!?
Hm.  I think it's time to pack our lunches.

All My Heart,