The Little Teacher That Could...

I've Been Reading Your "Blob"

2011-08-26T17:47:00.000-04:00

Today's blog is in honor of my co-worker who said today, "I've been reading your blob...What? Did I say it wrong?"
Ohhhh, you've gotta love it...

I had a fantastic week with my students...I really do like them all. I will keep it short and sweet (just like me) today. Here are a few of my favorite things said this week.

Eli: When I first met you, you were wearing cowboy boots.
Me: (Thinking back to open house)...I haven't worn cowboy boots yet this year.
Eli: No, it was last year. I was in second grade and I met you. You had on cowboy boots...I liked them.
Me: (bhahahahahahaha) You have a GREAT memory!

Another highlight was reading little Lola's story about going to the beach and everything she did there. Lola played at the "biach" and swam at the "biach" and ate yummy food at the "biach." Lola loves the "biach."

I ended the day with a smile. I was putting away papers to bring home and stumbled across a letter from a student last year. It could not have been a better way to end my week.
"Dear Ms. Waller,
I am so glad that you were my teacher. I never had a teacher that I loved. You are like my second mom to me. I wish I could scream to the 4 winds that I love you. I am crazy about how much I love you."

If that doesn't put things in perspective, I don't know what will.

What a Way to Start the Day

2011-08-22T16:25:00.000-04:00

I'm not quite sure why I'm still suprised at some of the things students share with me. It never ceases to shock me. One day, I'm going to think it's normal for students to say what they are thinking...

My morning began with a former student coming down to my room. During the second week of school I usually have to have the "you can't visit me every morning" talk with these students. Before I could give the speech, Raquell shared some news with me.

Raquell: My mom and dad are fighting.
Me: Oh no. I'm sure everything will be okay. Sometimes moms and dads argue.
Raquell: My mom is so mad. Another woman did it to my dad. My mom found them.
Me: (new subject. new subject. new subject.) Well, no matter what happens, they love you very much. Now, give me a hug and get to class!

Wow. That's all I could think.

Later on, during math, I was heated because many of the students decided they were not going to pay attention when I was giving directions about the homework. I broke into my "let's get serious about school" speech when little Juan ( BELIEVE ME, YOU WILL GET TO KNOW HIM) raised his hand.

Me: (mid speech) I CANNOT go home with you and help you with your homework. You need to pay attention when I give the directions, so you will know what to do when you get home. (noticing Juan's urgent hand) Yes, Juan?

Juan: You look so nice today.

Me: (seriously kid? It's 2:10 and you are just now giving me a compliment???) Thank you! You are very sweet! You may pack up first.

Yes, compliments go a long way with me! Don't judge.

First-Day Feelings

2011-08-17T20:35:00.000-04:00

I have to say Day 3 is when the exhaust sets in...I always forget how difficult it is to teach the routines.

One of my favorite things we have done this week was a "First-Day Feelings" page. As I was reading over some of the responses last night, I found myself laughing out loud (No, I cannot force myself to write "LOL" in a blog.) I wanted to share some of my favorite "first-day feelings" with my avid readers.

If I could change my name, I'd call myself Clown.
I'm good at sleeping.
If I could rule the world, I'd give money to the poor people.
If I could rule the world, I'd treat the world with respect.
I wish I were as tall as God.
If I lived in another country, I'd like it to be in city hall.
If I could change my name, I'd call myself Beauty.
The best thing that happened to me last year was going to the forest.
If I could change my name, I'd call myself Tony Hawk.
If I could rule the world, I'd have the fastest car and kindness.
My favorite place is being in school.
If I could change my name, I'd call myself Iron Man.
My pet peeve is crickets at night.
The best thing that happened to me last year was sleeping for 6 hours.
If I had $100, I'd buy food for the people that are poor.
My favorite place is CiCi's Pizza.

These were some of my favorites. I think it is going to be quite a year...

Back in Business

2011-08-15T19:59:00.000-04:00

I'm not entirely sure where the summer has gone, but alas, it is the beginning of another school year.

I was reminded of many things today. Would you like to hear them? Okay, good.

- 5:30 am is physically painful
- Coffee is a life saver
- No matter how early I get to work, I always end up having 5 minutes before the bell rings to get everything done
- 3rd graders are freakishly small at the beginning of the year
- Kids with lisps make my heart smile
- Children can be VERY particular about their school supplies and which pair of scissors they use
- The 1st day of school is equally about new students as it is former students
- It never gets old when a student from next door mistakenly walks into the wrong classroom
-I always think I have the best class
- Dismissal is a NIGHTMARE
- Children love a class pet; even if it runs on batteries (Thank you Zhu Zhu pets)
- Nothing feels better than a student saying "This is gonna be a GREAT year!"
- There is no leaving before 5:00pm the first week
- I really do love my job

I don't have a lot to tell you of my new class except that they are TALK-A-TIVE. Pray for me.

Yuck.

2011-05-26T17:58:00.000-04:00

Today, I got thrown up on. The end.

"Victorious"

2011-05-18T20:58:00.000-04:00

I know. I know. You don't have to say a word. It's been awhile...I've been a little busy with this whole CRCT crap. Alas, it's all over now. I have a plethora of stories in my arsenal to share with you all, but for now, I will just focus on two.

Jorge is an amazing student. He is extremely bright and hardworking. Throughout the year, I have tried to keep up with him and be the teacher he needs, but it has been very difficult. Jorge also has a witty sense of humor and has no problem putting me in my place, in a loving way of course. But I can say with 100% confidence that Jorge has never said anything sentimental to me.

We were cleaning up the classroom after that UNMENTIONABLE test when Jorge stopped cleaning and looked up at me.

Jorge: It feels like the end of the year.
Me: It's getting close...but not quite yet.
Jorge: I'm kind of sad.
Me: Why?
Jorge: You're actually the best teacher I've ever had.
Me: (Gulp/Holding back tears) Well, I love you too.

Now that I have the ooey-gooey story out of the way, I've got a funny one.
Last week I was playing a game with my class called Four Corners. Anyone that knows me understands that I have quite a competitive spirit...okay okay, I've got a HUGE competitive spirit. Well, I ended up winning the game and shouting out "Victorious!" (insert 2 fists in the air.) The children all thought I was hilarious. They like to give me a big ego.

Well, today I was working with a small group of students on reading comprehension strategies. Juanita made a 100% and I made a big deal of congratulating her. She immediately put two fists in the air and shouted out "Victoria!" I could not contain my laughter.

I'm going to miss these kids. A lot.

The "S" Word

2011-03-08T20:11:00.001-05:00

You gotta love this time of year; the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and my third graders are looking up dirty words in their new Webster dictionaries. It never fails...every year the Rotary Club donates dictionaries to our third graders...and every year I catch a student showing the word "sex" to another.

While I was standing at the door this morning, I noticed Kiante and another student hunched over, giggling and pointing to a word in the dictionary.

Me: Kiante, bring me that dictionary.

Kiante: (trying to shut the book) Ooooookay.

Me: Oh, please the leave the page open. I want to see what is so interesting. (As Kiante walks over) What word is so funny?

Kiante: (points to the word "severely")

Me: (trying not to laugh because Kiante cannot even pronounce that word) Kiante, don't lie to me.

Kiante moves his finger down 2 words...and BAM! There it is...THE "S" WORD.

I then proceed to discuss the definition as gender...blah blah blah. The point was, I scared Kiante enough to make him never step out of line again. I run a tight ship. Cough cough.

On a tastier note, today is Fat Tuesday so I had to bring in a King Cake to celebrate.

There was no baby though! What a rip off!

When I Grow Up

2011-03-07T17:57:00.001-05:00

I'm going to be honest with you all. I was not looking forward to work today. Gasp.

I can probably count on 1 hand the number of times I have ever said that.

That being said, my students managed to cheer me up before the morning bell had rung. I was at the back counter, when I heard Kiante "sneak" in. I pretended not to notice him. As I walked to my desk, I noticed this. Let me remind you, Kiante is not a small child...

Of course, he needed my help getting out from under my desk. What a silly boy. He makes me smile.

A lot.

Later today, on the way to recess, Kiante grabbed my hand and said, "How old will you be when I get to be an adult?" I wasn't quite sure where he was going...So I just told him thirty-five. When I asked him why, he responded, "Because I think I love you." Melt.

My day ended with this AWESOME note from Juanita. It was a purple piece of construction paper decorated with 10,000 pink hearts. Amidst the drawings were these words:

"Ms. Waller, I love you so much, but you have to let me make my life by moving to 'forth' grade." As she handed it to me, I could tell Juanita was very serious about the message. It was all I could do not to laugh as I read it. I told her even though I would miss her very much, I would let her 'make her life' and go to 'forth' grade. Ah, my babies are growing up.

WRAD 2011

2011-03-06T17:55:00.000-05:00

I've written a poem in honor of Dr. Seuss/WRAD 2011

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love writing and reading all day,
As much as my students do!

This year's WRAD day was perfect. I was extremely exhuasted, but content with the day's festivities. Here are a few pictures documenting the day.

Here is a student writing in his WRAD Journal. They picked some of their favorite stories they heard that day and wrote about why they liked it!

Mr. Geoffrey Coons, one of my BFFs, read Big Bad Bunny to my students. I chose the most embarrasing book for him to read. It was precious.

Ms. Pak, my student teacher, brought in delicious treats from Korea for the students to try. It was so much fun!

This might be one of my favorite pictures. The students were quite good with the chop sticks, but throw in John Cena pajamas, and it makes for a quirky picture.

For some reason, this picture won't rotate, but you get the idea. These pajamas were my favorite of the day. I heart Justin Bieber!

Still tired from WRAD on Friday...and I can't believe I have to work tomorrow.

Rubber Gloves and Weenies

2011-03-02T17:39:00.000-05:00

Yep, you read that one correctly. I'll get to the rubber gloves and weenies later.

It's 5:10, and I'm still sitting in my classroom. Usually, I'm a proponent of leaving by 3:30, but sometimes it doesn't happen. You might be asking why I'm complaining about being at school...I can blog at home. Well, sometimes my OCD mind gets a to-do list, and I cannot go home until everything on it is done. I made the mistake of putting the word "blog" on my to-do list today (All for Dr. Hand) and now I physically cannot make myself leave until all is complete. Hence, my blogging while still at school.

Today Rebekah decided she was going to wear a rubber glove all day. Evidently her mother brought it home from her job, and now Rebekah is obsessed with it. Weird? Yes. I did not think words alone would do it justice so I took a picture.

This is same student that kept repeating, "Today I get a Weenie Baby! Today I get a Weenie Baby!" I was extremely concerned as to what a "Weenie Baby" was...I soon discovered the Weenie Baby she was discussing was the Beanie Baby she was going to get as a reward from her ESOL teacher. How ironic.

I will leave you with a sweet story about a girl named Brittany. Earlier in the day I had shown my class a book I purchased from the Book Fair. I am OBSESSED with the show River Monsters. There happened to be a book on the show, so I just HAD to buy it.

Brittany asked to go to the book fair later in the day. She returned with this gift for me. She said, "I know much you love to read and how much you live river fish, so I got you this bookmark." I could have cried. She captured both my nerdy and quirky sides.

It's sideways, but you get the idea.

Say What?!?

2011-02-26T20:44:00.000-05:00

To keep it short and sweet, here are a few of my favorite things heard over the past few weeks.

Diana: "Do you know what this key is for?" (pointing to the key around her neck)
Me: "No idea..."
Diana: "It's for my diaria (pronouncing it diarrhea)"
Me: (choking a bit) "Your what?!?"
Diana: "My new diaria...I write in it every night."
Me: "Ohhhhh, wow...that is AWESOME!"

Anton at recess: "Mth, W, everyone keepth thaying 'athole' when we play thoccer." Did I mention Anton has a slight lisp? This just killed my heart...

Devon: "Kiante, you don't need a girlfriend. You can love Ms. Waller. But not like THAT...We're all family!"

Janice: "I LOVED the Justin Bieber movie! I cried when he had to cancel his show...he was so sad he cried. When he cries, I cry."

I adore my job.

All You Need is Love

2011-02-14T21:15:00.000-05:00

I believe the Beatles said it best...Love is all you need.

I love being an elementary school teacher on Valentine's Day. My students do a fantastic job of loving me every day, but, today was even more special. Look at all my "goodies."

A mother made a special cake for me. It was SUCH a surprise!

My super healthy treats from my students.

I just had to add this picture. Lamar brought in stencils today. Instead of passing out valentines, he stenciled pictures for his classmates. It made me giggle.

Finally, my Valentine's School Day ended on a very special note. Someone let me know that I had flowers in the office. I immediately began to rack my brain, trying to think of who (out of all my many suitors) could have sent me flowers. When I read the card it said, "Happy Valentine's Day to my special girl. Love, Dad." Best. Valentine. Ever.

I will forever be a Daddy's Girl.

Oh Happy Day

2011-02-10T16:48:00.000-05:00

Today was an incredible day. After letting the shock set in, I honestly just felt happy...ALL DAY.

I had a couple of moments I wanted to share. As students began coming in this morning, I noticed some of them were bringing in bowls of strawberries, grapes, and bananas. Others brought in gallons of juice. One student even brought in a plate of blueberry bread. With hushed whispers, they worked diligently to pour the juice into cups and place all of the food on a table. I eventually asked what they were doing. Their response? "We are making a surprise for you!" Of course the next question I asked was, "Why?" Their response? "We don't know..." All I could do was laugh.

When the "news" was delivered on the television during announcements, all of my students ERUPTED in cheers. They kept saying, "We did it! We did it!" We finally had the "surprise party" to celebrate. Of course, my co-teacher had prepared everything and given it to the students to bring in as they walked down to my room. She is probably the most thoughtful person I have ever encountered.

On a funnier note, I think I'm really starting to be a trend-setter in the classroom. Ha! Lately, I've been treating myself to Friday Manicures. This past week, I had a French manicure (the kind with white tips.) On Tuesday I noticed one of my girls had painted her tips white. Today, in reading groups, I noticed another girl had white tips. Diana picked up on this and asked the girls about it. They said they wanted to be like me. Oh my...

Me: Did your mothers paint your nails?
Shania: Yes!
Rebekah: No, I used White Out.

Oh goodness...

I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts

2011-02-07T20:33:00.000-05:00

I have a class full of goofy children.

Best things I heard today...

1. Ms. Waller...did you watch the Super Goal last night?
2. Just because you wear black, does that make you Goth?
3. I missed you this weekend.
4. I'm not takin' no more smack talk during soccer.
5. You're nice.
6. We're a Project Boost family.
7. All of the Black people were slaves until Martin Luther King Jr. came along and changed things...
8. Ohhhhh I GET it! (lightbulb moment)
9. Can I borrow this book and take it home?
10. I love you.

Thank You For Everything...

2011-02-05T20:54:00.000-05:00

I know you are all probably getting sick of hearing how amazing I think my kids are...but I don't care. It's like being in love, and I'm going to SHOUT IT FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOP! :)

I have the most extraordinary class and co-teacher. They all REALLY care about each other. On Friday, I decided to try something I learned in a class I am taking. Our instructor called it Team Time. She said every Friday her class would have Team Time. For 5 minutes, the only time someone could speak is if they had a compliment to give another person in the room. I've really focused on community building this year, so I thought it would be a great time to start Team Time.

When I decided to do this, I wondered how difficult it would be to give compliments for five minutes. Honestly, I imagined a couple of students speaking up, and the rest of the time we would sit in awkward silence. Boy, was I wrong. I actually had to stop the activity after 20 minutes because we were going to be late for lunch. Almost every single student had compliments to give. My co-teacher and I were in tears. The love that poured out of their words was astonishing. The compliments were so sincere and thoughtful. I was completely taken aback when one student spoke up. Antony has autism and is extremely shy. I can count the times he has spoken up in class on 2 fingers. I watched as Antony's hand went into the air. He softly spoke the words, "Ms. Waller...Thank you for everything you have done for me." Geez Louise...It killed my heart. My heart actually became mush right there in my 3rd grade classroom. I will never be the same.

Love Is In The Air...

2011-02-02T18:25:00.001-05:00

I'm not sure if it's that dreadful holiday coming up or the fact that Spring is on the horizon, but LOVE is definitely in the air in my classroom.

You may be thinking I'm talking about "boyfriend/girlfriend, write each other love notes, chase you on the playground" love. Nope. I'm talking about "showing kindness, encouraging your friends, pick you up when you stumble" love. This is the kind of love teachers dream of...

I actually felt as if my heart might overflow today. During writing, a couple of students stepped out of their comfort zones to share their persuasive sentences. The rest of the students were so encouraging, I couldn't help but feel as if I were the luckiest teacher in the world. They clapped and cheered when both students had accomplished their feat. As one of the students sat back down at his table, another student looked at him and said, "We're a family, and I'm proud of you!" Wow.

I'm pretty sure I will have 25 Valentines this year.

The Nanny Diaries

2011-01-30T22:49:00.000-05:00

I spent this past week as a "babysitter" for 4 teenagers, ages 12,13,15, and 17!! I'm going to be completely honest in saying I was extremely nervous about it. I know I can interact and create relationships with 3rd graders, but teenagers are aliens to me. Luckily, I have a roomie that believes in me. Ms. T gave me a pep talk and sent me on my way.

I could not have had a better experience.

I learned a lot from the kids while staying with them. This past year has been extremely difficult. Less than a year ago their mother passed away. This hit close to my heart because of my own experience with my mother's aneurysm and brain surgery while I was in college. To see how much hurt and pain they have endured made me so thankful for my mother's life. It also impressed me to see their strength and love for each other. I cannot imagine dealing with what life has handed them at their age.

Their was a lot of laughter mixed with tears this week. It makes me wonder when the grief is gone. I guess it never really leaves; it just diminishes a little each day.

I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to get to know these 4 beautiful teenagers. It came at a time in my own life that I needed to stay busy to keep my mind off of other things, things I cannot change. It also put a lot in perspective for me. It's amazing how life works that way...

Mona Lisa's Smile

2011-01-25T07:31:00.000-05:00

The Mona Lisa is arguably one of the most famous and intriguing pieces of artwork ever created. The fascination with the portrait ties solely back to her smile. Who would have thought a smile could create such a lasting impact? I learned this lesson today. Let's start from the beginning...

There are some jobs that allow for people to isolate themselves in their cubicle or office when they are having a tough day. Teaching is NOT one of those jobs. When I woke up this morning, I thought I wanted one of those jobs; a job that “forgives” when people are not at their best. I was wrong.

My students immediately knew something was wrong with me. I tried to be normal, as best I could. I guess I didn't pull it off that well. It only took 20 minutes before Juanita stared me down and asked, “Why are you sad?” It took be by surprise, so I asked her, “How do you know I'm sad?” She thought about it for a moment before replying, “Because you usually have a giant smile on your face and are REALLY happy.”

This should have made me feel guilty, but it really just made me feel appreciated. It's easy to think that the children do not notice the effort we put in to make them feel loved, and they may not. But, they DO notice when that effort is missing. The presence or lack of a smile DOES leave an impression. I was immediately grateful to have a job that does not "forgive" a lack of effort.

Sweet Victory

2011-01-20T21:42:00.000-05:00

I have a student named Diana that is one tough cookie. Actually, the word 'cookie' is too sweet to use, even as a joke. Diana is extremely bright and ridiculously hardworking. Above all of these things, Diana is guarded. I can count, on one hand, the number of times she has hugged me. She does not share any personal information about her life outside of school and often uses sarcasm to get out of situations where she feels vulnerable. Diana is remarkable.

One thing I know for sure about Diana is her ability to shut people out with no remorse. Today, I came very close to pushing her away. We had just settled into guided reading groups when I made a comment that immediately upset her. In response, she became extremely sarcastic and disrespectful. I thought about ignoring her and giving her a chance to calm down, but, I decided against it. I dismissed the other students and sat in uncomfortable silence with her. I told her that I loved her and that I knew she loved me too. I also told her that people who care about one another do not treat each other with such disrespect.

She was livid. And yet, I continued to push the envelope. Even as I was doing it, I was second guessing myself. I brought up subjects that she doesn't talk about: feelings, fears, and trust. Eventually, she asked if she could go and kicked the chair as she left. Immediately I felt sick. Diana has no problem shutting herself out from the rest of the world. I was terrified I had ruined the frail relationship we had.

Diana continued to ignore me the rest of the day. She refused to speak to me and sat with her head on her desk. During science class I showed a website about rocks and minerals. As the class was watching a video from the site, I noticed Diana get up from her seat. She slowly walked to me. I couldn't believe what was happening. Diana whispered that she was sorry for treating me the way she did and that she did not mean to hurt me. I could barely respond. I told her I loved her and forgave her...and then I asked for a hug. Long shot... I know. Diana shook her head. So, I asked for a high five. Diana shook her head. So, I asked for a 'pinky' high five. She obliged and turned to walk to her desk. Then, the best moment of my life happened. She turned around and gave me a giant hug.

I felt like a champion.

I Can.

2011-01-19T22:36:00.000-05:00

Today is one of those days that I get caught up in what is unfair; what I can't do. I'm writing this post, as a reminder to myself, of what I CAN do.

I wish I could take all the pain they've experienced away. But I can't.

I wish I could make sure they have dinner when they leave school. But I can't.
I wish I could give them all of the same opportunities other children may receive. But I can't.
I wish I could make sure their parents remember their birthdays. But I can't.
I wish I could get rid of ALL they anger in their hearts. But I can't.

However...I can tell them I love them everyday. So I do.
I can set high expectations for them to meet. So I do.
I can give them consistent consequences and rewards for their actions. So I do.
I can hug them every morning and afternoon. So I do.
I can tell them how special and unique they are to me. So I do.
I can model respect and love for others with my words and actions. So I do.
I can stand up for them when an injustice has occurred. So I do.
I can go to their football, soccer, and basketball games. So I do.
I can try my hardest to make every lesson fun and engaging. So I do.
I can continue to acknowledge and hug the students who are no longer in my class. So I do.
I can believe in their futures. So I do.

Good Days, Bad Days

2011-01-10T12:27:00.001-05:00

What a whirlwind of a weekend. I guess there are good days and bad days.

At school on Friday, I was giving a test to my class when my vision suddenly became blurry. This has happened a few times before, but it has never lasted longer than a couple of minutes. 35 minutes later, it cleared and I immediately got a migrane. This made me a little nervous, so I had my blood pressure checked in the clinic (I felt like one of the kids) and found it was high. So.....I went home. I hate going home early on Fridays. It actually makes me feel guilty. The only thing that made it better was when I was leaving, all of my students jumped up to give me a hug. This, of course, turned into a dogpile...and I loved every second of it. They are precious.

I probably should have gone to the doctor, but all I wanted to do was go home and close my eyes. After napping for a couple of hours, I felt like a new woman.

So that was my bad day. Saturday SHOULD have been my good day. Sigh...

I was excited to spend my Saturday at Snow Mountain (Stone Mountain) tubing and playing in the snow. I was there for 5 minutes when I slipped in the stupid snow and heard my ankle crack as I landed. It had a sick feeling this was going to be bad as I kneeled on all fours in the FAKE SNOW. Stupid fake snow.

After a few minutes of resting, I felt like I was okay. It hurt, but I could walk. So, I made the intelligent decision of walking all over Snow Mountain and tubing for the next 2 hours. Did I mention how smart of a decision that was? I began to notice my limp and pain worsen after an hour or so. By 5:00 I could barely walk to the car. On the way home, my ankle began to swell. The entire ride home I cursed the fake snow.

So now, 2 days later, I'm on crutches with a purple, golf ball for an ankle. IT WASN'T EVEN REAL SNOW.

The best part, no excuse me, the most ironic part, is that the next day a REAL snow storm hit, and there is REAL snow all around me. This kind of stuff doesn't happen to other people.

So now, I'm making a list of INTERESTING scenarios I can tell others how I hurt my ankle. Because I'm definitely not telling that I slipped in fake snow doing a "jumping picture". Yeah, I know. I left that part out earlier. It's embarrassing.

Possible "INTERESTING" scenarios:
1. Freak circus accident
2. Saved a family from a pack of wild wolves
3. Slipped in the REAL snow (even that is better than my story)
4. Fell while shoveling snow for the elderly people in my neighborhood
5. Attacked by a shark (it's a long shot, I know)

2nd Chances

2011-01-06T20:59:00.001-05:00

I am a firm believer in 2nd chances...Fortunately for me, Ted Williams has taken the American media by storm, and I was able to follow news coverage throughout the day. I found a great video that sums up his story.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/40943737#40943737

A friend of mine sent me this video, knowing I was already obsessed with the story. Of course I teared up watching the clip. It is extremely moving to see a man, given the opportunity to follow his dream that he had once given up. In the past few hours, many have come forward to negate his "come-back" story with dark details from his life such as drug and alcohol addictions and arrests. What I'm going to say next is VERY IMPORTANT.

I am in no way saying this man should be a hero or role model. I am simply stating that his story of REDEMPTION is inspiring. For, if redemption was not attainable, why would we ever choose to make the difficult decisions that lead us back on path. As humans, we need to know we can be redeemed, we can get our lives back together, and our stories can inspire others to do the same.

I can't wait to share the first couple of minutes from the video with my students tomorrow. I think it is important for them to see a man who has found his dream again, to hear that mistakes do not make us who we are, and to know that everyone is unique, special and worthy of love.

And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is my soapbox for the day.

On to school talk...I had a crime committed against me today. Kiante, my powdered-donut face, decided he was going to give me a hug. In the middle of the day. For no apparent reason. So I thought....

Ten minutes later, he walked up to me grinning. Slowly, he pulled my cell phone out of his pocket. HE HAD TOTALLY PICK-POCKETED ME! I didn't even feel him take the phone from my pocket...and he was so proud of himself!! It was difficult pretending to be upset as I told him that was a criminal offense. I knew he never would have actually stolen my phone, but I had to make a point. What a silly, little boy I have in my class. I think I will keep him.

Like Ridin' a Horse

2011-01-05T18:06:00.000-05:00

I woke up this morning to find that I didn't win the lottery. Bummer (That's for Ms. K). I decided I probably wouldn't have quit my job anyway...it provides way too much entertainment.

Honestly, I really missed my students. I was so excited to see them this morning. I even put out a pretty tablecloth with a light "Welcome Back" breakfast. It's the little things that give me joy...

It was just like riding a horse. Lamar was crying by 7:45 and Kiante was covered in powder from his donut. Sigh. It felt like home.

On a more serious note, I am 100% positive that I have the best job on Earth. This year is especially different from the rest. I've always been able to build fairly strong relationships with the students, but this class never ceases to amaze me. I welcomed my students at the door this morning, and they were just as excited to see me. My boys gave me huge hugs and even said "I love you!" and "I missed you!" My girls, of course, wanted to show me every piece of Justin Bieber memorabilia Santa brought them. Today, was my favorite day I've had this school year.

The best moment came at the end of the day when we were having our class meeting. Some of the kids were talking about what they got for Christmas. When the room got quiet, a little girl whispered "Santa didn't visit me this year". Before I could address the issue, Lamar spoke up and said, "Sometimes it isn't about the presents you get. It's about making love to your family and friends."

I couldn't decide if I wanted to laugh or cry.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel...Let Down Your Hair

2010-11-24T20:47:00.000-05:00

I've noticed this year that my students are quite curious and observant of my hair. So far, I've been compared to Taylor Swift and a Country Music Star (In my opinion, those are the same.) For those of you who do not know me, I have long, long brown hair that I straighten as flat as possible every morning. On Monday, Lamar asked me when I was going to "change my hair"...I took that as a clue that I needed a makeover. As soon as he asked, the rest of the class jumped on board..."Yeah, when will you do something different to your hair?" The best I could come up with was to promise to wear it curly the following day. I could put down my straightener for one day....right??

Tuesday morning rolled around and I sat, frozen, in front of my vanity with my straightener in hand...Must Put Down The Flat Iron...Must Put Down The Flat Iron...It hurt. It actually hurt. But I did it.

Usually the first time I wear my hair curly to work, my students freak out. Big time. This year was no different. The first student to walk into the class that morning stopped mid-tracks. "Whoa, your hair! It's beautiful!" All I could do was laugh. My students are so sweet this year. Any of my former students would have probably said quite the opposite. Later that day, a student that I've never seen before, stopped me in the hallway. She said, "You look just like Rapunzel...except your hair isn't in a pony tail." The things kids say...

Multiplication in Everyday Life

2010-11-15T21:58:00.000-05:00

I love my job. I really do.
Today I taught my after-school group. They are always a barrel of laughs. We were in the middle of a lesson on multiplication when a Chatty Cathy piped up:

Yessica: My Uncle is in jail.
Me: ...(deciding my response)....I'm sorry.
Jacell: Why?
Yessica: Well...this man gave him a suitcase...
Me: (thinking...oh here we go...)
Yessica: And it was filled with drugs, but my uncle didn't know...
Me: (How do I stop her? How do I stop her?)
Yessica: And he tried to go to Mexico, and the police stopped him. Drugs are bad.
Me: I'm so sorry. People make mistakes. Okay, moving onto our multiplication problem...

For a second I thought about making a connection to multiplication. I just don't think it was worth it.

In Honor of the CMAs...

2010-11-11T19:07:00.003-05:00

My favorite moment of the day happened at recess. We were walking across the playground when a little girl said, "Ms. Waller, you look like a country music star when your hair blows in the wind." Sigh....Best. Compliment. Ever.

I'm leaving you all with a great video that explains why I do what I do...

Young and Unqualified?

2010-11-09T21:06:00.000-05:00

¹² Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity. (1 Timothy 4:12)

I haven't thought of this verse since I was in youth group in high school. I had a moment tonight that instantly made this verse pop into my head. Let me give you the background story.

I am part of a 5 person team that is representing my school as part of a Co-Teaching in Mathematics course. It's a mouthful I know...Anyways, today marked our first class. We meet from 3:45-6:45, and believe me, that is EXHAUSTING after a 9 hour work day. As part of the course, they asked us to write down what we would want in a fellow co-teacher. I thought we would all have similar characteristics such as flexibility, open, caring attitude, hardworking, etc...I was wrong.

A woman in the class shared her list, which was 3 miles long, and the first 2 qualities she wanted in a co-teacher were "at least 5 years experience" and "a person with a Masters degree." As I looked around the room, many teachers were agreeing with her. All I could think was "I have neither of those qualities." It was the first time, in a long time, when I felt like my age made me unqualified for something.

Thinking back to the verse, all I can do is set an example with my speech, my conduct, my love, my faith, and my purity.

Static Electricity

2010-11-08T18:59:00.002-05:00

I'm not quite sure how I get myself into these conversations...I think they find me. It all started out as a harmless conversation about static electricity because Kiante "shocked" me when he hugged me.

Me: Kiante! Stop shocking me!
Kiante: I wish I was white..
Me: (extremely confused) Um...what? Why? (and what does this have to do with electricity?)
Kiante: 'Cause white people are awesome.
Lamar: (jumping in the conversation) Yeah...white people are awesome.
Me: I think ALL people are awesome.
Kiante: I'm black, and I don't think I'm awesome...
Me: I think you are better than awesome.
Lamar: But in Michael Jackson's Man in the Mirror...the white person wins at the end.
Me: I think you missed the point of that video.

Odd, odd children.

A Picture is Work a Thousand Words...but a Letter is Pretty Darn Good Too

2010-11-05T16:21:00.000-04:00

It is Friday afternoon, and all I could think about is coming home to blog. I know...slightly lame. But...I have a good reason. I had some really special moments today, and I wanted to blog them before I forgot. The first part of my blog will be presented in form of pictures. :)

My morning began with a student showing me her new shoes. Everything seemed normal...

And then...she showed me the whole shebang...Wow. Really? Knee-high converses? I had no words...

During Language Arts, I had the class play rotating phonics games. I ran out of game pieces for all of the students, so I told them to improvise. When I walked around, I noticed one group used some very interesting substitutions.

A cheerio, one stepping stone, and a ticket. I love creativity.

I'm going to leave you with a note that I receieved from a student. Brad is a student in the class next door, and he is arguably one of the most difficult students in the third grade. Brad is ALWAYS angry and usually spitting out hateful words to the other students in his class. For some reason, I decided to write him a letter this week. There was nothing special in the letter. It just told him about myself and asked questions about his life. Today, Brad spent his day in the office for some obscene behavior from yesterday. After school I found this letter in my box.

Dear Ms. Waller,
Your are nice to me because you told me that if I said mean things to girls I will have no girl or no freinds. Thank you for tell me about that I'm verey happy about that I realy thank you. I wish you and Ms. _______ was my teacher. I like you as a teacher. The rezin I like is when you see me and you talk to me ever time you talk to me I'm not mad. I just like it when you talk to me. Thank you for talking to me. I will still miss you when end of the year I will still like you any time. You are the best Ms. Waller you relly are I will never freget you.
From, *Brad

It's amazing how a letter from an 8 year old can make me cry. I love my job. It's the best job in the entire universe.

Is This Tardy Excused?

2010-11-03T16:50:00.000-04:00

My day started off on a funny note that made me giggle. I have a student in my class that I believe is the cutest kid in the entire school. He is full of sass, and when he looks at me through his inch-thick glasses, my heart melts. Let's call him Diego.

Diego is often tardy and rarely presents an excuse. Today, I happened to be in the hallway when Diego came running up to the classroom.

Me: Diego, where have you been?
Diego: I'm late (his looks says "Duh!")
Me: I know you're late. Why are you late?
Diego: My mom....um...my mom she...okay okay. I'm late because I was trying to make my hair look good.

And the truth shall set you free.

We had visitors in our class today. Each classroom had 2 guests from GE that taught lessons about cities and how they are built. It's really funny to watch people from other professions interact with students. My volunteers were about the same age as me, but they were incredibly nervous around the students.Those poor volunteers had no idea what my students had in store for them. I don't think they will be returning to my classroom anytime soon...Oh, and don't worry. There were consequences for my students after the guests left. Big consequences. It's amazing how far "I'm embarrased and disappointed with your behavior" gets you.

Well, I guess I should say it's amazing how far "I'm embarrased and disappointed with your behavior. Have your mom or dad sign this note explaining how you behaved in front of guests today" gets you. Oh the power of a note home. Muahahahaha...(that's my evil laugh)

Everyone Loves a Love Note

2010-11-01T20:07:00.000-04:00

I love Art day. Art day means I get love notes. I guess when the students finish early in class, they are allowed to free draw, aka write their beautiful teacher notes. :)

This next note is a kicker. A few weeks ago I mentioned my after-school group of students who are very interested in my love life. Well, just when I thought they had forgotten my single-ness, a sweet student wrote me this note.

Let me translate for you: "Have you got a man already Ms. Waller?"
It's amazing my self-esteem exists at all. Love my job.

Bieber Fever

2010-10-31T18:53:00.000-04:00

This weekend could not have been any better. Oh wait, I take the back. Let's try this again.

The only thing that could have made this weekend any better would have been a UGA win. Halloween was a success.

Here are a few pictures as evidence.

A Charmed Life

2010-10-30T12:58:00.001-04:00

I really do live a charmed life.
It's noon.
I'm still in my pajamas.
Sitting in a mountain cabin in Helen, GA.
With my best friends. Charmed life, I tell ya.

We decided to take a mini-road trip for a few reasons: GA/FL weekend, Halloween, and Oktoberfest. Helen fit all of our needs.

I have to tell all of my faithful followers about a very special moment I had this week. I can say, without a doubt, that I became a teacher because of a special person/teacher I had in high school. My first memory of Mrs. Sipe was "she is a force to be reckoned with." Her expectations were incredibly high, but she always managed to give us the confidence to rise to the occasion. I can remember the moment she asked me, "Have you ever though about becoming a teacher?" My immediate response was, "No Way!" I had considered it once and decided I wanted to be a doctor. I thought that was the only way to help kids the way I wanted. When Mrs. Sipe encouraged me to reconsider, I took it seriously. My senior year of high school, to fulfill a requirement of her class, I completed an internship in an elementary classroom. It felt like coming home. It was that year that I knew I could not run away from teaching any longer.

The point of this story is that I was able to reconnect with this amazing teacher this week. Through the power of Facebook and a mutual friend, I actually got to speak with Mrs. Sipe on the phone. It felt so wonderful to let her know that I finished my degree and have been teaching for 3 years. There really are no words to express everything she did for me those four years. I can only hope that I leave an impression on one of my students, as she did for me.

Flowers, Flowers Everywhere

2010-10-26T20:36:00.000-04:00

My classroom is full of flowers, and I LOVE IT! Of course, I have my beautiful white daisies from yesterday, but I also had surprise flowers delivered to me at the end of the day. They made my day! Thank you "S". I decided to make today's blog a picture blog. Here it goes.

This is what was left of the potted daisies.

Some of the daisies ended up on my desk.

Others were put into a pencil box. I'd like to call it educational art.

My beautiful flowers from S.

A "Graffiti Wall" my students created at the start of our government unit.

Our math board. The children wrote and illustrated their own word problems.

The reading corner. We're WILD ABOUT READING!

Expect the Unexpected

2010-10-25T20:46:00.004-04:00

I'm back. I know. Long time no chat.

I was quite sick last week and even took Friday as a sick day. Shocking. It ended up being exactly what the doctor ordered. No, I'm not talking about you Mr. Hand. :)

Today, my kids planned a wonderful surprise for me. I walked in the room, expecting it to be a disaster, (side effects of a substitute) but the room was perfectly organized. On the whiteboard, the students left cute little notes for me to read. I had a smile on my face before I even reached my desk.

When the children came down from breakfast, they were aflutter with whispers. I knew something was up. Lamar kept coming over to my desk saying, "We have a surprise for you...I mean...we don't have anything planned...I mean, I'm not allowed to say anything about the surpirse." Note to self: never trust Lamar with a secret surprise. I played along when my co-teacher pulled me out of the room to "talk". I wasn't sure what to expect, but whatever I was imagining was not what happened.

As I opened the door, I noticed the lights were off and the students were hiding (like I didn't just see them all in the room before I walked out.) The second thing I noticed was a pile of potting soil on the ground and tiny trails leading all over the room. Before the kids could say a word, my co-teacher said in shock, "well, this wasn't what I expected..." The children jumped out from their "hiding" places and yelled "SURPRISE!!!!". My jaw dropped in shock as I noticed they were each holding a FISTFULL of tattered, white daisies, some with the roots hanging down. I immediately assessed the situation, realizing my co-teacher brought in a potted plant of white daisies. My children were supposed to surprise me with the gift, but they took matters into their own hands. Literally. I laughed so hard, tears streamed down my face. I guess somewhere along the way, there was a mis-communication of what the children were supposed to do with the potted flowers.

What I love most about my class this year is how they constantly find a way to surprise me. Expect the unexpected; that should be my motto for the year.

A Little Ray of Sunshine

2010-10-14T20:48:00.000-04:00

It's amazing how much a random act of kindness can improve my day. I was in the middle of a government lesson, discussing the legislative branch, when I decided to get Kiante's attention. I'm sure he was watching butterfies flutter from flower to flower (in his head), but I had other plans for him.

Me: Kiante, what is another name for the legislative branch?
Kiante: Um....
Me: Use your graphic organizer in front of you. What is another name for the legislative branch?
Kiante: Hmmmm......
Me: Kiante, chunk the word.

At this point, Diana, a little girl who sits next to Kiante, leaned over to help him chunk the word "congress." I watched as she held her thumb over the 2nd part of the word so Kiante could sound out "con" and then move her thumb to the 1st part of the word so he could sound out "gress." She completely modeled what I do when I help them decode. I couldn't believe how sweet she was to help him in that way. Honestly, it completely melted my heart.

Relationships and Friendships

2010-10-13T20:10:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, in our after-school meeting, my team had to write 5 belief statements about education. These were mine:
- I believe that It's Not About Me (INAM)
- I believe creating relationships with students is most important
- I believe every student has a different learning style and should be taught accordingly
- I believe in holding students accountable for their choices and actions
- I believe in being consistent

We had to meet with one other person, share our personal beliefs, and decide of the 5 most important. Then each set of people would meet with another set, finalize a list of 5, and so on, until the entire group settled of 5 belief statements that represented all of us. Yikes. When I first shared my statements, another co-worker made a comment about my belief of creating a strong relationship. She said, "well friendships work for some students, but not for other students." I found it very interesting that the word "relationship" was being used interchangeably for "friendship"...I don't want to be any student's friend. In fact, I cannot think of a single student that would call me a friend. Relationships and friendships are not the same.

On an odd note, my somewhat difficult week was miraculously improved by my trip to Wal-Mart tonight. I know...I know. After the gym tonight, I stopped by Wally World to get a couple of things. Of course, I ran into quite a few students from school. It is such an amazing feeling to feel embraced by a community different from one in which you were raised. I left feeling loved and appreciated. While pulling out of the parking lot, I was stopped by another student and his family. He is in another 3rd grade teacher's class, but he visits me often. After introducing myself to his mother she asked him, "Is she the teacher you talk about? The one whose class you want to be in?" I couldn't believe it. It was exactly what I needed to hear. I am so blessed to be a teacher.

Conference Day

2010-10-11T21:05:00.000-04:00

Conference Day is always an interesting day. I managed to fit in 21 conferences, back-to-back, 3 of which were not scheduled. The parents just decided to show up b/c I have all of the free time in the world. I also managed to translate 4 conferences all on my own. Impressive? I think so.

The highlight/REALLY? moment occured when I returned from my lunch break. Before I left, I turned off the lights in my classroom and shut my door, clearly indicating: DO NOT ENTER. At least that's what I thought. I purposely did not schedule any conferences between the hours of 12-1 so that I could get a break. When I got back to my classroom, there was a note from a parent on my desk. It said that she was "sorry she did not show up for her scheduled conference this morning" and that she would like to "reschedule for another time today". I have a few issues with this. Here they go:
- if you miss a conference, it's highly unlikely I can reschedule you for the same day (I did...I'm a sucker)
- the note was written on a clinic pass
- clinic passes are kept in my desk drawer
- that means SHE HAD TO COME INTO MY ROOM, OPEN MY DESK DRAWER, FIND A CLINIC PASS, AND WRITE IT, ALL WHILE I WAS GONE
- that gives me the heebie jeebies
- and it makes me angry

But I ate a cookie for dessert, so I'm over it now. :)

I Love a Good Checklist

2010-10-10T18:31:00.000-04:00

Friday workout....check
Drive to Athens.....check
Night out with good friends...check
Asleep by 3:00am...check
Wake up 4 hours later Saturday morning....check
Perfect weather for tailgating...check
A UGA WIN...CHECK!!!
Continued tailgating in the 'Branch...check
Spend the day watching football...check
A 'Bama win....no check
A Florida Loss...check
Night spent by an outdoor fireplace...check
Excellent morning at church...check
Conference reports done...check
Catch up on my DVR shows....(currently completing this check)

Not too bad....not too bad at all.

I Stand For...

2010-10-06T20:53:00.000-04:00

You know that it's been a good day when you get home, and nothing stands out as "blog-worthy". I did have a really touching moment with Lamar at the end of the day. I've really been struggling to build a relationship with him. He is such a tough kid; he's been through so much. I guess you should know that Lamar moved here after Hurricane Katrina. He spent hours and hours on the roof of his house, waiting to be rescued. Now, when he has emotions, he feels them strongly. If he cries, he sobs. If he is angry, he melts down. And when he is happy, he writes me 3,928 love notes in one day.

Today the counselor did a lesson on self-esteem. She gave them an opportunity to give a speech about what makes them proud. Lamar, of course, did not do as she asked. He made up his own rules, but when I heard them, I couldn't help but smile. He wrote a speech about appreciating me. Sigh. I don't know what made me happier: that he cared enough to write about me, or that he used the word 'appreciate'.

To end of a feel-good note, yesterday, in our grade-level meeting, we did an activity that made me smile. We all had to stand and say "I stand for ________" and fill in the blank with a name of a student that exemplifies why we are teachers. I, of course, stood for DH, and this is why:
-I stand for the student that other teachers dislike.
-I stand for the student that's life would make you cry.
-I stand for the student who will be fighting society's odds his/her entire life.
-I stand for the student who doesn't hear how special he/she is, often enough.
-I stand for the student who has a lot of love to give, if shown love in return.
-I stand for the student that makes me want to pull my hair out.
-I stand for the student who has no role models at home.
-I stand for all of the DHs in the world.

A Visit From a Certain Fairy

2010-10-05T19:52:00.002-04:00

Today was a riot. After yesterday's How to Find a Husband List, I didn't think anything could happen that would compare. Au Contraire.

First let's start with a little love note left to me by Jackson; a sweet, thoughtful child who never gets in trouble...IF IT'S OPPOSITE DAY. I wrote Jackson up yesterday for threatening to "black slap my white *ss"...and he was not happy about it. He left a note in my room after-school for my reading pleasure. Normally, I would share the contents, but I'm not allowed to say HALF of the words...And, I'm a hippie when it comes to censorship. That means I'm not going to share the note at all if I would have to censor it. I will leave it up to your imagination.

Now, on to the good stuff.

I was teaching a writing lesson on the carpet, absentmindedly picking at the threads. I came across, what I thought was, a popcorn kernel. I kept on teaching, not thinking about the "kernel" I played with in my hand. Finally, I looked down and noticed it was NOT a popcorn kernel. IT WAS A TOOTH! I let out a hideous scream and immediately dropped it. I had to ask a question I never thought I would have to ask in a million years: Whose tooth is this? The scary part was that the tooth didn't belong to anyone in my class.

I guess the Tooth Fairy decided to pay me a visit today. Sick.

According to My Students, I Should be Depressed...

2010-10-04T20:50:00.000-04:00

This one is a doozy. I'm forewarning you now.

It all started when I was walking my class back from Art. I'm going to give you the conversation I had with Kiante word for word (PS, Kiante got a Mr. T haircut and I made him say "I pity the fool" all day).

Kiante: Do you have a son?
Me: Nope
Kiante: A daughter?
Me: Nope
Kiante: A baby?
Me: Nope
Kiate: Do you even have a man?
Me: (sigh)...Nope

It got even worse after school. I was excited to meet my new after-school group. The four students in my group need extra help in the areas of math and reading. Everything started out great. We worked on homework, completed two lessons, and then it all went downhill. One student began to ask my questions about myself. After the "children" questions came the "husband" question.

Juanita: No husband...so you're all alone?
Me: Yep
Juanita: Are you ever scared?
Me: Nope (thinking to myself: I have a taser for a reason)
Juanita: What if you never find a man?
Me: I'm not too worried.
Another girl steps in...
Lucia: Girl, you'll get one, I promise!
Then a boy steps in
Marco: Let's make a list of things you can do to find a man.
Me: Um...excuuuuuuse me!!??!!??

They proceeded to list of the following ideas
- look him in the eye
- wear perfume
- look attractive
- have pretty make up
-wear clothes that match
- have a nice purse
- get a dog, boys love dogs
- dress the dog up to get his attention
- make him say how old he is
- wear pretty shoes
- paint your nails
- curl your hair

So am I to take it that I don't already do/have these things?

October is my Favorite Month

2010-10-03T20:28:00.001-04:00

This was a perfect October weekend. I spent Saturday morning working out and getting ready for DeQuan's football game. The game couldn't have been any better! He scored 2 touchdowns and had an AMAZING interception. If only he played for the Dawgs...actually Ms. T pointed out that DeQuan reminds her of AJ Green...I can't wait for him to be famous so he can buy me a mansion. :)

Saturday night we met up with friends to watch UGA "play"...cough cough...choke. This season is killing me.

Today was a fantastic Sunday. We are currently doing a series at church called 'Finding Faith in Film'. Each week we study a movie, and our pastor connects it to faith in our lives. This week was The Blind Side. Sigh. One of my favorite movies I've seen in a loooooong time.

After church, I went for a run at the park, and I was actually freezing. I'm so excited for this fall weather. Now, I'm ending my night watching a little Housewives of DC...trash tv, I know. Sue me.

Tired? Oh yes.

2010-10-01T21:36:00.000-04:00

The last part of my day was a whirlwind. Here is a quick timeline:

11:30- students began making mango salsa for International Night
12:15- Juanita cut her hand
12:17- Walked Juanita to the clinic for a 2nd opinion
12:20- Ushered students to lunch, even though classroom was covered in unfinished mango salsa
12:25- 5 minute lunch
12:30- made all my copies for next week
12:55- picked students up from lunch
1:00- spent 20 minutes facilitating the finishing touches of mango salsa and cleaning the disastrous room
1:25- dropped students off late to music
1:30- organized the classroom
2:00- picked students up from music
2:05- watch Lamar sneak out of room
2:15- had another teacher bring him back
2:20- listened patiently while Lamar called me a liar and screamed at me
2:21- pushed the "white button" b/c Lamar took off screaming and pushing Kindergarteners out of the way
2:22- found Lamar
2:25- went to my after-school duty
2:45- arrived late to the school meeting in the courtyard
2:50- miraculously won a $100 gift card and strawberry cake
3:00- packed up to go to gym
3:10- discovered broken-down car blocking me in
3:20- got a ride to the gym from Ms. T
3:30- ran 2 miles
4:00- got another ride from the gym back to the school
4:10- moved my car to another place to make room for parents to park
5:00-8:30 International Night...enough said
8:55- ate a mystery food a parent brought me tonight. Feeling a little weird now that it's been digested. I really have no idea what I just ate
9:00- facebooked
9:35- curently blogging

I'm so tired, my fingers are sleepy. Going to bed early on a Friday night. I lead SUCH an exciting night.

A Teacher's Double Standard

2010-09-29T20:55:00.001-04:00

Today, Lamar threw quite the fuss. 4 times. He was turning over desks and screaming like a banshee when the substitute walked in.

Oh, did I mention I had a half-day of training that required a sub from 11:15-2:30? I almost felt bad for her, but then I thought about the last 27 days of my life and didn't feel anything. For anyone. Just kidding.

After preparing Ms. Substitute for what she was about to endure, I continued on my way to the scheduled training. Obviously, I was thinking about my class the entire time, picturing that poor substitute tied to a chair. Thankfully, when I returned, she was unharmed and the students were on their way home. All was good...until Ms. Substitute looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "In all my years I have never seen a student like Lamar. I mean...he's going to be a serial killer when he grows up."

Oh, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!!! I can talk about my students, but YOU CAN'T. It's like someone else talking about your mama. You can do it, but no one else can. (Even teachers have double standards.) And PS Lady...if you think Lamar is a handful, some of my past students would have broken you. Just read past posts about Horton, DeQuan, Darell, Elijah...I mean, Lamar is candy compared to them.

Speaking of Horton, today he told me I "got skinny" and he "didn't recognize me". Why is he so much nicer now that I'm not his teacher?

Morning Meltdowns

2010-09-28T17:40:00.000-04:00

Lamar was kicking and screaming on the floor by 8:15 this morning. Fun times. Would you like to know what made him so upset? Well, I'm going to tell you whether you want to know or not.

Here it goes...

I asked him to put up his coloring page and start math. THE NERVE I HAVE SOMETIMES....
Thank goodness he got it together before lunch. I just can't handle lunchtime meltdowns. :)

A sweet student named Bonita brought me a surprise today; she called it Mexican Chocolate. The best part was that she attached directions as to how to prepare it. They read as follows:

First get a medium size cup. Add two tea cup scoops. Then add some milk and put it in the microwave for 30 to 50 seconds. Then stir it a little and if it's too hot put a little bit more milk. If it's too cold put it in again for ten seconds.

How precious is that?

Wonderful Weave

2010-09-27T18:34:00.000-04:00

Today was our annual International Book Parade. Each grade level has an assigned continent, and each class chooses a country on that continent. This year the 3rd grade has Africa, and my class chose to study Tanzania. We chose Tanzania for the beautiful Serengeti and incredible Mt. Kilimanjaro.

During International Week, each class must also choose a book from our country to read. After reading the book, each class designs a book banner of the front cover to carry in the parade. We chose a book called Moja Means One: A Swahili Counting Book.

Sharell asked if he could walk with my class in the parade. He is the student that was pulled from my classroom because of his behavior. I told him I didn't mind as long as he behaved...

How in the world did he end up with a handful of weave? I didn't notice it until we returned to the classroom and saw him playing with it. Sure enough, after taking the weave from him, I checked my email and found a message from another teacher. She was asking if anyone had found a "hair piece". One of her students lost it and was terribly upset because it was her favorite wig. Exact words.

Only Sharell...

Football Saturday (no, I'm not talking about the Dawgs)

2010-09-26T21:13:00.000-04:00

This weekend could not have been any better. Okay, I lie. It could have been better if UGA won. But I digress.

Saturday morning, Ms. T and I picked up Darnell (you may remember him from 2 years ago) and went to DeQuan's football game (you may also remember him from the blog). The weather was perfect for the sporting event. The entire game I was screaming my head off because DeQuan stole the show. He scored a touchdown and the extra point and rarely left the field, playing both offense and defense. I even made a sign that says "#21 is my hero!" The best part was seeing Darnell's face watching his friend on the field. He was as proud as I was. We ended the afternoon at Menchie's, my home away from home.

Saturday night, we watched the "game", if you can call it that, at Stats with some college friends. If I make it through this season without a stroke, it will be a miracle. If only the Dawgs had played as well as DeQuan... :)

I'm excited to get back to a normal schedule this week. Thankfully, the ITBS is over. We shall see how they adjust to so-called normalcy. I'm sure I will have plenty of stories to tell.

Number 2 Pencils

2010-09-23T20:36:00.000-04:00

We have been taking the ITBS this week, hence, my lack of posts. Let me tell you, the ITBS is nothing exciting; it's actually quite excrutiating. They are asking my English as a Second Language students to define words such as mend and nostril. Yeah...not happening.

I had a substitute as a proctor in my room yesterday. She was fresh from the "training" and RARING TO GO. Every two minutes she would tap my shoulder and ask if something was "allowed". Let me give you a couple of examples:
- Is he using a #2 pencil?
- She finished that section too quickly.
- His answer sheet is turned 90 degrees. (This is the honest truth.)
- He is sitting on his knees.
- It is too cold in here.

Now, I am normally a VERY nice person, but by the end of it, I almost slapped her. I actually had to walk away from her twice. It was either that, or pull every last piece of my hair out.

On a lighter note, okay...MUCH lighter note, the past two weeks have been amazing. I have fallen in love with my class. It's funny how different classes have such different personalities. This class is definitely quirky, but they are also smart, extremely thoughtful, and interesting. I'm looking forward to getting to know them even better over the next several months.

Things I Never Asked to Know

2010-09-15T20:37:00.000-04:00

Today I spent 45 minutes on the phone with a parent. Extremely fun.
I'm going to keep it short and simple. Here is a list of things she told me, things that I never asked to know.
- how much money she used to pay for her apt
- how much money she pays now
- her religious beliefs
- her new husband's religious beliefs
- her educational background
- her work schedule at Wafflehouse
- all 3 disorders with which she has been diagnosed
- the names of her 4 medications
- her mother was an absent mother
- how far she walked to her last school meeting (5 miles)
- why she does not want to move to Mexico
- her older daughter's educational background
- her shoe size

Okay, so that last one isn't true, but the rest...you betcha. I heard it all. Oh yeah, I also heard everything she expects me to do as her daughter's teacher. That list is longer than the first. It's going to be a long year.

Kids Are Like a Box of Chocolates...You Never Know What You're Gonna Get

2010-09-14T20:40:00.000-04:00

I have a student that gives me whiplash. I never know where I stand with him. Lamar will often get angry with me and five minutes later he is fine. I guess I should tell you that he is oppositional defiant, which explains how quickly his emotions escalate. Yesterday, I had lunch with Lamar and two of his friends. I thought this would help in establishing a relationship. Incorrect.

Let's take today for example...

We were 10 minutes into the school day before Lamar decided he did not want to listen to my mini-lesson in math. He interrupted everything I said and was completely disrespectful. I gave him the signal to give me a ticket, which is a consequence in our classroom. He flew into a rage and ran out of the room. When he returned he sat on my carpet crying. Two hours later, he was busy writing this on my board.

Interesting. Very interesting.

Like a Proud Momma

2010-09-13T19:55:00.000-04:00

Today was glorious.

Sharell has officially been taken out of my class. He will be taught one-on-one, away from other students.

I should probably feel some guilt for my extreme pleasure, but I don't. So there.

My students were so excited to talk about the UGA game this weekend. They know how much I love the DAWGS and now they, of course, love them too. This past Friday, before they went home, I taught them to 'Call the Dawgs'. Let me tell you, there is nothing more amazing than seeing/hearing a class full of 8 year olds cheer on your team. This morning, it was hilarious to hear them talk about the UGA game while doing their morning work. As I listened to their conversations I realized they actually knew what they were discussing. THEY WATCHED THE GAME!! I felt like a proud, momma bear.

I can't wait to hear if they watched the Ravens' game tonight. I love football season.

Georgia, On My Mind

2010-09-10T21:15:00.007-04:00

I love Fridays. I love Fridays almost as much as I love Football Saturdays. That is A LOT.

Today my students loved me. I've found its simple to earn their love. One must make Georgia-shaped cookies for them to decorate each region.

Easy, Peezey, Lemon Squeezy.

Here are some of the highlights:

These are the pre-made cookies. They are as close to the actual shape of Georgia I could do. :)

Momma's Always Right

2010-09-09T19:07:00.003-04:00

If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all.

My Momma told me this many years ago. So this is me not saying anything...

Ho hum..ho ho hum... hum diddley dee...

I'm not very good at 'not saying anything'. So I will only write about some positives right now.

Last week my students earned their first class reward. I told them I would bring in some of my famous brownies. We were studying rounding in math, and my students were really struggling with the concept. So I decided to make the brownies, but I wrote a 2-digit number with icing on each brownie. At the start of the class, I did a quick mini-lesson/review on rounding. Afterwards, I presented the kids with the brownies and told them they would have to round the 2-digit number to the nearest ten before they could get their reward.

They rocked rounding that day. :)

Here's to the weekend being only 1 day away...

Message in a Bottle

2010-09-04T11:03:00.003-04:00

Our internet went out at the house this week. This explains my reduced number of posts.

Believe me, it had nothing to do with a lack of interesting occurances.

Yesterday, I had a fight in the classroom. Let me tell you, those suckers move fast... like lightning. It was over as soon as it started, with one adult calming a child down in the hallway, and me calming the other down in the the classroom. What could the fight be over, you might ask?

It's a bird.... no...it's a plane...no...it's AROUND THE WORLD SUBTRACTION.

Seriously? That's what you want to fight about? Sheesh.

I thought I would leave you with some interesting comments made to me this week.

* Your brownies taste better than Wal-mart's! (that's an amazing compliment coming from our kids)
* Um...there is a water bottle in the bathroom, filled with poop. (I think I just threw up in my mouth)
*I'm sorry I ripped all of your work off the wall. (from a student next door)
*If that boy don't give me my money, it's beat down time. (from Sharell, you will get to know him)
*I hope Ms. _____ feels better...b/c her sub is SQUIRRELY. (straight from Mr. Hand's mouth)
*I will miss you over the 3-day weekend (finally, something to make my heart feel good)

Ice Cream...Right Out Of The Carton

2010-08-30T18:37:00.002-04:00

After school today, I walked in and went straight to the freezer.

I was two spoonfuls of cookies and cream ice cream in before I realized this was not the answer.

I'm going to copy a friend and give you a breakdown of my day in numbers.

1 nosebleed
+ 4 emotional meltdowns
+ 2 criers
+ 3 scary minutes of breaking up a recess argument
+ 18 students who cannot round
+ 12 minutes for lunch
_____________________
= 10 hours of exhaustion

One-Shoe Magee Update

2010-08-28T19:47:00.002-04:00

Yes, it's the weekend, I know. I rarely update on weekends for the obvious reason: I do not teach and therefore have no funny stories to share. I decided to let you all in on a Kiante Shoe Update.

After the catastrophic shoe dilemma on Wednesday, Kiante was back to wearing his neon-orange high-tops. At recess I asked him about his other (demon possessed) shoes. He told me he threw them away.

I couldn't believe it. There are children in Africa who are shoeless and would love a pair of shoes with invisible woodchips.

The nerve of children today.

:)

Friday Love

2010-08-27T16:49:00.002-04:00

I cannot explain how much I love Fridays. I especially love Fridays the first week of school.

I guess I should tell you the class guinea pig, Harley Davidson, will not be staying in the class this year. She almost died today. Twice. Evidently it is not a good idea to stick two EBD students with a living creature that is smaller than them. Not good at all.

I had two very odd conversations today. Shocking...I know. The first one happened when my co-teacher was sharing a story about Roy Rogers, her favorite cowboy. The students were interested in when he died (they're so morbid). Kiante (one-shoe Magee) whispered for me to come over.

Kiante: Do you think he's up there (pointing up) or down there (pointing down)?
Me: What do you think?
Kiante: I hope he's up there...with Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson is up there.
Me: He sure is.

The other odd conversation happened at lunch with some of the girls in my class. We were talking about riding horses, having pets, and the rest of the usual girl talk. Out of the blue, one child looked at me and said, "You really need to get a boyfriend." She actually left me speechless. My usual response was one not appropriate for an 8 year old, so I followed my mother's favorite rule: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Did I mention how much I love Fridays?

Here in the Real World...

2010-08-26T18:45:00.002-04:00

There was a lot of "training" involved in my road to becoming a teacher: pre-professional experiences, 3 practicums, 1 student-teaching, and countless hours reading about various scenarios of what to expect once we get our own classroom. THIS IN NO WAY PREPARED ME FOR MY DAY TO DAY LIFE AS A TEACHER. I'm going to give you a little example of how things do not quite "align".

My Training: If you have a student who doesn't understand a new concept, spend an extra 5 minutes, one-on-one, to help them gain a clearer meaning to the concept.

Real World: What extra 5 minutes?

My Training: Expect students to sometimes get into altercations. Have them go outside of the room to "talk it out".

Real World: If two students who are in an "altercation" leave your line of sight, they WILL kill each other.

My Training: Upset Student: "Little Johnny just told me I was ugly." or "Little Johnny won't be my friend."

Real World: Upset Student: "Little Johnny told me I was fat like my Momma." or "Little Johnny said my Momma is on crack."

This actually happened today. Luckily for me, my response is the same for both situations: "Ignore Little Johnny, and if he comes near you, walk away."

Take Off Your Shoes And Make Yourself Comfortable

2010-08-25T20:12:00.005-04:00

I cried at work today.

In front of another human being.

In fact, it was in front of two, living, breathing, human beings.

Actually, it was two, living, breathing, CST human beings. I'm so ashamed.

I thought about it all day. Total embarrassment. I'm not a crier.

Moving on...

I'm going to be completely honest when I say my class is a little odd this year. We'll call them "quirky".

Kiante was in a tizzy when he walked in this morning. Evidently he had "woodchips" in his shoe. They were disturbing him and he did not like it one bit. After searching for these said "woodchips" for 20 minutes, he gave up and decided he would only wear one shoe today. Boy, did he stick to his word. (I'm a huge proponent of picking your battles.)

Every time we lined up to leave the classroom, I had to check to make sure he had both shoes on. He almost made it to the library one time, but I caught him at the last minute. At recess, he sat in a chair and turned his shoe upside down, continually patting the bottom so the "woodchips" would fall out. I didn't have the heart to tell him: THERE ARE NO STINKIN' WOODCHIPS!!!!

At the end of the day, I asked Kiante how he was feeling. The conversation went as follows:

Me: How are you feeling?

K: Oh....Bad.

Me: Why?

K: Well...I just know, when I go home, I'm gonna go to sleep. And when I wake up, my foot is gonna be gone.

Me: Hmm....I bet your foot will be just fine.

K: I just need God to help me.

Me: Do you need help finding a library book?

I told you. Quirky.

Jerry Springer and Poop on the Floor

2010-08-23T19:36:00.003-04:00

That's right...you read it correctly. Today's entry is a two-parter.

Today was the day students returned to school and I was anticipating controlled chaos. That is exactly what I got.

I prepared a "Meet Your Teacher" powerpoint to share with my students, filled with pictures of my family, friends, and adventurous summer. While my students were finishing up a math pre-test, (I know, I'm a mean teacher) I proceeded to hook my computer to the tv to show the slideshow. It was on channel 3, which is our closed-circuit station, so I had no worries of something inappropriate being on television. Besides, the cable had been out for the past week and a half. WELL....too bad our "closed-circuit" station was broadcasting the Jerry Springer show, which came blaring through the speakers of the tv. Just as the crowd started to chant "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" all of my students, in the midst of the pre-test, shouted with them, "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" I tried to change the station so quickly, my hands were shaking and I began to sweat. I could just imagine reading a note from a parent with the words "angry transvestite". This would ONLY happen to me...

On a lighter note, I'm pretty sure there was a piece of poop in the hallway when I was walking to my classroom during planning. It caught my eye and I just stopped and stared for good 38 seconds...thinking....only at my school would there be poop on the ground. A few minutes later a custodian came to clean it up and I asked, "Is that what I think it is?" She just looked at me and shrugged...LIKE IT WAS A COMMON OCCURANCE!

There are no words to describe teaching and all that it entails. No words.

Even Though the World Needs Much More, There's so Much to be Thankful For

2010-08-12T18:14:00.007-04:00

Today was an amazing day.

I have been looking forward to returning to work for a couple for a couple of weeks now. I've even been dreaming about it...

Weird. I know.

Although I enjoyed catching up with my fellow teachers and co-workers, something much more important happened today.

Our administration told us that a local church decided to hold a school supply drive to gather materials to donate to our school. This may sound trivial to others, but I couldn't have been more thankful. Our parents work very hard to give their children what they need, but sometimes it only goes so far. Most of the time, the teachers must supplement (with their own money) the supplies needed.

I could not believe the outpouring of love I felt from this church and their decision to support our school. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I'M NOT EVEN AN EMOTIONAL PERSON!! And then the kicker came...they also raised enough money to give every teacher a $25 gift card.

(This pause is not for added dramatic effect, it's because I'm emotional all over again and can't type.)

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I know $25 might not sound like a lot to most people, but it felt like a million bucks to me. I feel like those who work in education have become used to people taking from them: money, support, freedom to teach uniquely, personal days, support staff, time...the list could go on. The simple act of someone giving back felt unfamiliar. And special. And wonderful.

It felt like taking a breath of fresh air.

Then it hit me. This is the feeling I want to hold onto as I begin my new year. I want to be thankful. In the midst of negativity, especially in education, we have much to be thankful for. It reminded me of a song I like.

So for tonight we pray for

What we know can be

And every day we hope for

What we still can't see

It's up to us to be the change

And even thought we can all still do more

There's so much to be thankful for

The Thunder Rolls...

2010-07-24T20:24:00.002-04:00

I'm going to start this post with a picture, a lovely picture. This is a picture that evokes happy memories. This is a picture that I look back on and remember a fun trip down the river. This picture is NOT from today.

Today started out like any other day. I woke up, took the dogs out (Ms. T and I are dogsitting this week), watched LOST on my computer, went to Target, ate Subway...and then prepared to meet up with friends to tube down the Chattahoochee. It was a beautiful day. The operative word being "was".

We met up with our friends and got a late start on the river. The water was FREEZING but the sun was warm, so it seemed like it was going to be a perfect trip. And then things began to change...

Clouds began to appear and it wasn't quite so warm. We noticed a dark cloud in the distance, but we weren't really worried about it. I had checked the weather like a stalker right before we left and there was only a 10-15% chance of rain. Solid odds, right? Wrong.

Right as we all looked at each other in question, the thunder rolled. And it was loud. It probably didn't help my nerves that 2 girls were struck and killed by lightning just two weeks ago. There was a dock nearby so we paddled over to decide our options. The clouds seemed to be moving away and there were clear skies ahead. So after 5 minutes we decided to just keep floating.

Grrrrrrreat choice.

The clouds worsened and the thunder continued to roll. But I hadn't seen any lightning. Yet. I'm going to let you guess the operative word on that one.

I happened to turn around and float backwards when I noticed this little thing that sometimes happens in the sky. It's called lightning.

I turned on my Michael Phelps switch and paddled like a monster down the river...looking for a place to get out. A couple hunderd yards ahead there was a piece of machinery in the water. There was an embankment a little ways down from it and there appeared to be some sort of house. Wrong again.

It was a construction site. And the "little embankment" was a slippery, rock-filled ledge. Fun.

We all got out and began our walk to the road, kicking up dirt and dust all over each other. Guess what the best part was...walking down the busy road in by bathing suit, carrying a giant tube, with little pieces of construction site plastered to my river-soaked skin. I actually remember thinking this can't get any worse and at least the car is right down the road...

And then it started to rain. And the car wasn't right down the road....it wasn't miles away, but it definitely wasn't close.

As soon as we reached the cars and got on the road it turned into a torrential down pour. Sigh.
Mother Nature: 1
Me: 0

Sweet Summer Time

2010-07-19T17:46:00.023-04:00

I know...I know...it's been too long. I've just been so "busy" it's been difficult to blog. Now that I have about 3 weeks (YIKES!) before I have to get my head back in the game, I figured it would be a good time to blog. You all need an update anyway, right?

My summer began with a beautiful wedding, we'll call it a DANGEROUS wedding. My sweet friend, Stephanie, married the love of her life, Johnny Danger :) It was amazing catching up with college friends to celebrate new beginnings.
My next trip was a 10 hour drive, over-night, to Pittsburgh. I helped my best friend and her husband move into their new home in the city. It was a ton of work, but we managed to have plenty of fun.

Kristen and I stopped for some gelato in the market.

Next, I ventured on a crazy trip to Charleston with 3 fellow teachers. Mallary recently took a job offer there, and we decided what better way to become acquainted than a girls' trip! I couldn't have imagined a better road trip with a better group of girls.

We were very serious about our Beach Games!!

Finally, I just got home after an AMAZING trip to Miami. Me and K met up with 2 friends and managed to have adventures we weren't expecting. We toured the most beautiful mansions, went on an airboat ride in the Everglades, snorkeled in Key Largo, met a manatee, went to RedBull Flugtag with 80,000 other people, spent time on South Beach, saw DASH (i know..i know...) and got stuck in the airport for 2 DAYS. I was so exhausted, I needed a vacation from our vacation.

Our first day on South Beach...I couldn't have been happier!

Our airboat ride through the Everglades. Our tour guide was a member of the Miccosukee tribe. He introduced us to a couple of his alligator friends.

Snorkeling in Key Largo; we went to the only living reef in the continental US...it was beautiful!

Ah...the life of a teacher on Summer Break. The only thing complaining is my bank account!

I Can See the Light...

2010-05-04T19:07:00.004-04:00

It's that time again. 13 days of school left. I don't remember feeling this antsy last year.

This weekend was amazing and exhausting. My best friend since kindergarten got married. It was absolutely perfect and the thunderstorms stopped for her outdoor ceremony.

Maybe that's why it was so difficult getting back to work this week. Being with such great people and spending my time not thinking about grades and lesson plans made me wish for summer. It's so close I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

This week is Teacher Appreciation Week...and I had 3 precious boys bring me flowers today. It definitely made my day. It almost makes up for 2 of my students crushing bird eggs last week. I know..gross right? Totally disturbing. What a way to wrap up a year.

The CRCT Makes my Head Hurt!

2010-04-20T19:19:00.003-04:00

Today we took the science part of the CRCT. Now we only have one more day of testing left to go.

Sigh.

Almost done.

The science test today seemed EXTRA long. The wording was definitely confusing and my students all struggled through it. At one point one of my boys raised his hand and said, "My head hurts...it won't let me take this test." All I could do was smile at him and give him a thumbs up. Hopefully, he got the message of "you can do it!"

Text to Self Connections

2010-04-19T21:34:00.004-04:00

As a teacher, you never know what to expect when a child opens his or her mouth.

Today, I was giving a re-fresher on FDR's presidency. We studied him last week, and they learned he was elected President for over 12 years. He was such a popular president, especially because of the New Deal, people chose him to run our country for over 3 terms. My students were really impressed.

What they didn't know is that behind every good man, there is a GREAT woman. Cue Eleanor Roosevelt. I wanted them to understand that she made so many decisions for our country. It hasn't been until recently that more and more people are discovering how much impact she had.

I wanted them to learn that she advised FDR on many issues, so I decided to try to connect it to something they might understand. The conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Have you ever heard your mom tell your dad, "maybe it would be better if you did this...." or give him advice on something...

Elijah: My mom and dad don't get along.

Marquell: Yeah, my mom hates my dad.

Me:It happens... (trying to ignore the blurt outs) Well, that is what Eleanor Roosevelt did to FDR.

I should have known....I should have stinkin' known to not bring up mommy and daddy with my students. Don't worry, I've learned my lesson.

It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This

2010-04-18T21:18:00.004-04:00

My life is so wonderful. I cannot imagine having better people in my life.

Friday I celebrated my birthday with some of my favorite people. We went to El Taco in the Highlands and out to Dark Horse Tavern afterwards. Just when I thought the night could not get any better/funnier, it did. It might have been one of my best birthdays ever.

Saturday, Ms. T and I went to a stunning wedding at Dunaway Gardens. The ceremony took place at a rock wall amphitheater (gorgeous), and the reception was a night of dancing under the stars. I really enjoyed myself.

Today, Ms. T and I made the drive to WR for a bridal shower. My best friend since kindergarten is getting married in 2 weeks! I cannot wait to stand as her maid of honor! I digress...Anyway, today she had a hometown shower. It was wonderful to get to see my mom and a few other family members. Kristen seemed really excited about all of the useful gifts she opened. I can't believe she is about to be domestic...

Now it is Sunday evening, and I am wondering where my weekend went. I can't imagine spending it in a better way than I did.

Who, Being Loved, is Poor?

2010-04-15T20:11:00.004-04:00

I don't know if I have ever felt as loved as I do today.

I guess I should begin with the fact that today is my birthday. I usually love birthdays. I believe they should be celebrated all week, and by as many people as possible. But this year has been different. I just feel like I'm getting older, but it's not as exciting. Everything changed today. The following events are each very special on their own, but together, they add up to make one of the best days ever. I am blessed, very blessed.

1. My day began with finding a wrapped present on the kitchen island. As I opened it, I could feel a smile begin to form. It was a beautiful book from a photographer I fell in love with in Apalachicola. I stumbled across some off Richard Bickel's photography while perusing the shops. I was immediately captivated. We found his gallery and had the opportunity to see many of his prints. I met Mr. Bickel and had a great conversation with him. Evidently, Ms. T snuck back to the gallery later and bought his book. She even had him write a message to me.

2. A coworker surprised me with a beautiful bouquet of spring flowers.

3. Another coworker brought me the cutest gift. I am so loved.

4. Ms. T then surprised me by bringing me my favorite summer drink from Starbucks: Passion Tea Lemonade. It was the perfect refresher to my day.

5. Students surprised me all day with sweet gifts and cards.

6. Darnell (4th grader) came down to my room with a cold diet coke. He said he remembered it was my favorite drink from when I took him to the movies.

7. DeQuan(4th grader) came to my room later to bring me a twix. He also tried to convince me to split it with him. I told him no because it would rot his teeth. :)

8. Three different classes of students wrote me cards. It was precious. I have never even taught or seen some of them before.

9. This one is a biggie. All day long my students were aflutter with whispers. Well, after recess, I was blindfolded (not a comforting idea with my crazy students) and brought to our outdoor classroom. All of a sudden I heard "SURPRISE!"...my entire class had thrown me a surprise party with refreshments and gifts. Evidently they had been planning all week. I almost cried right in front of them.

10. My grade level gave me a sweet party during planning that included a hilarious card and a chocolate eclair desert.

11. Duan, a former student, came down to my room at the end of the day. He told me that I should come to his house after school b/c his mom had a surprise for me. I had been to his apartment before for his birthday party. After Ms. T played a voice mail from Duan's mom that was 90% spanish and 10% broken english, I concluded she wanted me to come over. When she answered the door, she was holding a beautiful, homemade, fruit cheesecake. I could not believe all of the trouble she went to for a teacher that taught her son LAST year. I cried like a baby the entire way home.

I spent the rest of my afternoon reading at my favorite park with Ms. T and Bella, and eating my favorite comfort dinner from a chain restaurant.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Kids Say the Darndest Things...

2010-04-14T18:46:00.002-04:00

So, it's CRCT time, and my annual eye twitch has arrived. I can actually see and feel my eye lid moving. I'm not sure if there is a more annoying ailment. Thank you Criterion Referenced Competency Test. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

On a lighter note, kids really do say the darndest things. I was taking my students to recess today, (a much needed break) when suddenly the conversation turned to pimples.

Student 1: Ms. Waller, when am I going to get pimples?

Me: Um...high school.

Student 2: Is that when you got pimples?

Me: Hm...mine began when I started teaching. :)

Student 1: I don't see any on your face.

Me: Let's stop this conversation. I'm not really open for criticism right now.

Student 3: My mom gets pimples because she eats a lot of chocolate when she is mad.

Me: It happens.

Priceless.

Just 5 More Minutes Mom!!

2010-04-11T22:06:00.004-04:00

Do you remember the days of when your mom woke you up in the mornings? I always begged for a few more minutes. That is how I feel now. It's 10:00 the night before I have to go back to work. This Spring Break was so perfect, it actually hurts to think about working again. Don't get me wrong; I love my job. But nothing compares to laying on a beach, drinking sweet mango drinks, and laughing with your best friends each day.

Ms. T and I got home Friday evening and had dinner with a good friend. Ippilito's....mmmmm garlic rolls....glorious. It was kind of a "last supper" because starting tomorrow I am back on the strict workout/eating plan. My best friend since KINDERGARTEN is getting married in 3 weeks and I am the maid of honor. I have to get to a little black dress and look good while doing it. :) So bring on the protein bars, vegetables, and 2 hour workouts. Groomsmen, here I come!

Saturday morning I drove up to Calhoun to spend time with one of my favorite people. She is an elementary school teacher as well; we graduated together. Every year, for her birthday, a few of us make the drive to "middle of nowhere", Georgia and have a girls' weekend. This year, it was even more special because Keri got engaged last week. So we gossiped, ate yummy food, and tried on wedding dresses! Yah! It was the perfect way to end my Spring Break.

I came home this morning and spent almost 3 hours at Roswell Town Square doing a Bible study and laying in the sun. It was glorious. I even ran into a fellow worker...Ms. Loooooomer! It was a pleasant surprise. Spending some time today on something bigger than myself was a really special way to spend my last day of Spring Break. It never ceases to amaze me how He reveals something new each time I open the Word. I am so blessed to be loved and treasured by my precious Jesus.

All I have to say now is..Bring on the next 6 weeks!

Weeeeehoooooooo

2010-04-05T10:04:00.002-04:00

Top down, and Florida bound...Jealous anyone? See you in a week!

A Much Awaited Break...

2010-04-03T21:37:00.004-04:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is that time again. SPRING BREAK. There are no words to describe how glorious spring break is to a teacher. It comes at the perfect time; I don't think I could have physically made it another week. Let me tell you, I started my break off right. Last night, I hung out with Ms. T and KG at my favorite restaurant PURE. I enjoyed not 1, but 2 margaritas. They have the BEST margaritas, so I couldn't help myself. :)

Ms. T and I went to a wedding shower in Newnan today. Ah....memories.

Tomorrow, I plan on packing for my trip to Florida. I cannot wait to be on the beach. Ms. T traded cars with her dad, so now we have the convertible. Waaahoooooo. I am so excited to take a break from grading papers, making lesson plans, and dealing with crazy students.

All for a Wimpy Kid...

2010-04-01T19:40:00.005-04:00

I am apologizing in advance for a long post. It's a good one.

Let me get started by saying today was a first for me. I got "pied" in the face, not once, but four times. Our students raised an incredible amount of money for Pennies for Patients, and as a reward two students from each grade level had the opportunity to throw pies in the face of a teacher. Of course I volunteered to be that teacher for the 3rd grade team....Little did I know I would have whipped cream oozing out of my ears. Here are some of the highlights of the day.

I will leave you with a story from this week; it's one of my favorites. Tuesday afternoon I took my entire class to the media center to put their names in a raffle for a Wimpy Kid book. Before we took one step out of the classroom, I told them that if they misbehaved on the way, they would not get to put their name in the raffle. Seems fair, right? Well, Elijah didn't think so. Elijah is pretty well known within the school for his "shining" behavior. And by shining, I mean exasperating. Elijah managed to get an attitude and all but cuss out 2 teachers before we even reached the media center. Well, I stood by my word and informed Elijah that he would not be partaking in the raffle. That elicited a positive response. NOT. He yelled some more and pouted while waiting for the other students.

After school, when the students had gone home for the day, I was sharing this story with one of the 3rd grade para-pros. She informed me that after school Elijah told her he didn't have the opportunity to put his name in the raffle for the book. He asked her if she minded walking him to the media center to do so. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. I yelled so loudly teachers came to my room to check on me. I was HEATED.

Of course I immediately emailed his mother (we communicate almost every day) and told her of the situation. I also let her know I would be taking his name out of the raffle. Then, I marched my hiney down to the media center. Yes, I spent 3 minutes digging through the names to find his, but I was adamant.

This next part is catty, but I couldn't help myself.

The next morning, while Elijah was sitting at his desk, I dropped the slip of paper with his name onto his desk. I also left him with these parting words, "You left this piece of trash in the library. Would you mind throwing it away for me?" I know, I know...It was low. But I was so mad. I knew his mother had already spoken to him, but I needed him to know I was upset. I spoke to him about breaking my trust and manipulating another adult. He apoligized to the both of us and sat back down.

Ten seconds later, I heard my principal asking for a drumroll. The drawing was about to happen. As she drew the name I heard her say, "Our winner is Elijah, from Ms. Waller's class". Elijah stood up and looked me with victory in his eyes. My mouth dropped open. The first thing I thought...well I can't say it on here. The second thing I thought was, "He must have put in two slips of paper!" Before I could react, my principal corrected herself, and said "Elijah (insert last name)". It was a different Elijah! I have two Elijahs....I had just forgotten. I stood up and looked at "shining" behavior Elijah with a look that said, "VICTORY IS MINE". Sigh...it was glorious. It is moments like those that reaffirm my God has a sense of humor; an AMAZING sense of humor.

Ouch...

2010-03-30T19:15:00.002-04:00

Can't......Move....... (see previous post)

Not so Tiny...

2010-03-30T07:00:00.002-04:00

This isn't a post about my class or students; it's a post about me becoming a student and learning a lesson. I joined a new gym last October and have become pretty involved. I know all of the staff when I walk in the door. I even know a good bit of the members. Recently, I have built a semi-friendship with a man named "Tiny". Before continuing this story I need to describe "Tiny". He is roughly 6'6'' and probably 350 pounds. He reminds me of a linebacker for the NFL... and for some reason, "Tiny" has taken a liking to me. Recently, after my impressive leg presses, "Tiny" has been teasing me about working out with him and his friend. Of course, me being my usual self, I responded in some good-natured banter. This is where my problem began...

Yesterday, "Tiny" approached me after my workout and mentioned us working out together. Again, I responded with some comments like "Well, if you think you can keep up with me" and "I wouldn't want to embarrass you". He got very serious and informed me that he doesn't take pity on himself during workouts and so he would not take pity on a girl either. YIKES! I got very nervous and tried to drop the conversation. I figured he wouldn't bring it up again for at least a few days. I WAS WRONG.

While walking out of the gym "Tiny" asked me what time I would be there on Tuesday. WHAT?!? I didn't think he was that serious! I had no time to react and so I told the truth: 4:00. How ironic that it was the same time "Tiny" works out on Tuesdays. So now, here I sit, thinking about my upcoming workout with a "not so tiny" man. Pray for me.

A True Bookworm

2010-03-28T16:24:00.003-04:00

I fell in love with books a long time ago. I was in the 3rd grade (ironic...that's what I teach now) when I realized my love for reading was not normal. That was right about the time I finished the Nancy Drew series in less than a year. I can honestly say that 16 years later, my relationship with books has only flourished. Lately I have been trying to figure out what it is about reading that I love so much. Growing up in a town smaller than a quarter has it's drawbacks. Reading books offered an escape to a small town girl with big ideas. Each story allowed for a different adventure; a different journey. As cheesy as that sounds, it's the truth.

Today I was feeling a little restless and so I decided to spend some time in my own kind of sanctuary: Barnes and Noble. There is something about being surrounded by 1000s of books that is both overwhelming and calming. All of a sudden, it hit me. THAT IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL IN THE CLASSROOM. There is no place that I feel more at home, and yet it can be quite stressful at the same time. Books are exciting because of the journey; each one has a different story. Part of why I am drawn to teaching and working with children is for the same reason. I love the relationship building. I love getting to know each child's story.

When I set out for the bookstore today, I had no idea I would have such an enlightening moment. It's just one more reason I know I am where I am supposed to be.

I love an "Eddie Haskel"

2010-03-27T17:38:00.006-04:00

I know you have all heard about *Darnell* and *DeQuan* over the past year or so, and are possibly sick of me talking about them...but I ADORE them. Those 2 boys never cease to bring joy to my heart. They are now in 4th grade and have new teachers but they come to visit me often. Lately, I began to think it was less about them loving me and more about them wanting to get out of class. Of course my heart was feeling a little dented until I received this email from their current teacher:

"What is a good time for the boys to visit you? I am going to try to limit them to once or twice a week. How often have they been coming? I realize that they sometimes come in the morning. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but they love you and talk about you all the time."

Wow...wow...wow! I am still smiling thinking about those Eddie Haskel wannabees.

Now onto some weekend ramblings...It is only six-ish and I couldn't have enjoyed my Saturday more. I taught Saturday School this morning. It was my last one and I'm almost sad. :) I went to the gym and killed in on the treadmill. Afterwards, I enjoyed a Subway turkey sandwich and apples. Yah for good choices! When I got home I caught up on my Grey's Anatomy and spent 3 hours outside doing a Bible study and reading a new book. Now I am about to get ready for a yummy dinner out with my roommie Ms. T. We are trying a new restaurant. I will have to let you know if I "Relish" it.

A big slice of humble pie...

2010-03-26T09:46:00.003-04:00

I know...I know...I'm very bad at this updating thing. Believe me, I've had plenty of stories to share, but my heart has been clouded from all of the budget cut talk. I have decided I am not going to let it get to me anymore. This blog is for me as much as it is for those of you reading it. I need to focus on my positive moments.

Today I woke up late and had no time to straighten my hair....AHHHHHH...Usually, when this happens, my students walk in my classroom, have a Kramer (Seinfeld) moment and ask "Whaaaat happened to your hair?" This morning I had a different reaction. Marcella, one of my math students, walked up to my desk. The conversation is as follows:

Marcella: I like your hair.

Me: Aw, thank you. (waiting for the blow to follow)

Marcella: It looks just like Taylor Swift!

Me: (stunned silence)

Marcella: I mean it!

Little did she know tell me my hair looks like Taylor Swift is the best thing she could have ever said. I love my job...

Today I had a huge slice of humble pie served to me from one of my students with autism. We had some extra time at the end of math and we decided to play Around the World with multiplication. I consider myself to be an TOP NOTCH mathematician, expecially in comparision to my 3rd graders. I decided to join in the game. I made it almost all the way "around the world" crushing my competition. :) And then I was up against Emilio....I thought I had it in the bag. The card was 4x4 and my brain froze for a split second. That is when Emilio (my student with autism) swept in and shouted out 16! I couldn't believe he had won. I sat down in defeat, waiting for my next turn. This time I won and moved my way towards Emilio, hoping for revenge. My co-teacher had barely turned the card completely over before Emilio shouted out 8. I hadn't even had time to read the problem. It was 4x2. My students ERUPTED in cheers and began shouting "He beat the boss! He beat the boss!"

I just wanted to look up to the Heavens and say to God, "I get it...I get it..." My pride needed to be taken down a notch. I don't think it is ironic that this week's Bible study lesson was on pride. Ouch.

A Wonderful Sunday Afternoon

2010-01-12T20:52:00.004-05:00

I had a fantastic weekend! We had a "surprise" snow day on Friday. It began with some flurries Thursday afternoon. Some surrounding counties canceled school, but I didn't have high hopes for us. The forecast said the snow would let up and the ice would melt. THEY LIED. (It is now Tuesday and my neighborhood streets are still iced over in parts.) So Thursday night I did a little snow dance and went to sleep.

And then the phone rang....and by "rang" I mean the text messages began to roll in. (We are living in 2010 now, no one calls anymore) NO SCHOOL! SCHOOL CANCELED! SNOW DAY!

WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Don't get me wrong, I love my students. But an unexpected gift like this should not go unappreciated.

I used my weekend for me. It was perfect. I slept, went to the gym, and went shopping.

But Sunday....Sunday was my favorite day. I had previously made plans to hang out with Darnell(former student) and his mother. I took Ms. T, my roommate and fellow teacher, to Darnell's apartment with me. We talked for a while, and got the grand tour of their place. Darnell's mom needed to do some homework, so Ms. T and I took Darnell to the movies. What movie did he choose? ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS, THE SQUEAKQUEL.

I thought it would be super cheesy. It was. But....it was also stinkin' hilarious. I laughed the entire movie. There was even a part when tears were streaming down my face. I think Darnell really enjoyed himself, and that is what mattered the most to me. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

Perfect Day, Perfect Weekend

It's just like riding a bike...

2010-01-07T18:29:00.003-05:00

So I am promising to do better at posting this year...call it my resolution. Speaking of resolutions, I have to post my favorite picture from New Year's Eve. These are some of my favorite people in the world!

Winter Break was amazing and tormenting all at once. It's just long enough to get you out of the swing of things, but it flies by so quickly. It is almost painful to go back to school. Luckily, we had Monday without the students to prepare for the week. Monday night I was dreading going back to school. I did not feel prepared and my heart was not in it. To my surprise, everything changed.

I decided I wanted to stand at my door and welcome my students back. This was the best decision I could have made. As soon as my first student rounded the corner, I felt like I was on a high. I hugged every single student and told them how much I missed them. It was as if I fell in love with them all over again. This is how I know that I am in the perfect profession.

Today it snowed at school and my students actually screamed with excitement! Well...all learning I had planned flew at the window at that moment. I mean, how can I ask them to learn about Paul Revere's contributions to our independence when there is frozen water falling from the sky? Oh the nerve I have some days...

SOAR

2009-11-15T17:22:00.004-05:00

We recently began a new program in my classroom called SOAR. This stands for Serving Others Around Roswell.

One day in class we thought of as many organizations/people that help us everyday in our community. After about 15 minutes, we had an extensive list. Each week we highlight an organization and write thank you letters to them, including a personal connection of how that organization has impacted each student's life.

My plan is to deliver the letters (all including amazing illustrations) with a batch of cookies as a "sweet treat" each weekend. All of my students are super excited. I think this is going to be a great way to remind us to be gracious and aware of who helps us out each day.

Broken

2009-11-11T17:48:00.007-05:00

This weekend I went to DeQuan's football game. I taught DeQuan last year and loved him dearly, even when he didn't exactly show me love back. I'm really glad that I went to his game because his grandmother was there. DeQuan lives with his grandmother and has a REALLY tough life. She was so glad to see me and truly lifted my spirits. She made the comment, "I don't know how you did it, but you really made into into that boy's heart. He loves you so much." ---wow.

I was excited to get back to school because of my great mood. Then I received an email Tuesday morning that Darnell (the one I visited in the hospital) had a complete meltdown on the bus that morning and the police were called because he was out of control. Whew.... okay, let's work through this. I mean, we can work through this right?

Wrong

Joke of the Day

2009-11-08T19:31:00.002-05:00

One day this week, my students were shaking with excitement to tell me a joke. I wanted to share with you all, the glory of this moment.

How do you wake up Lady Gaga?......po po po poker face

I hope you enjoy that one as much as I did.

Surprises Come in Small Packages

2009-11-05T17:23:00.003-05:00

My morning began with a surprise visitor. Around 7:45, I looked up and saw a former student, Cecilia, at my door. I taught Cecilia last year and she is the absolute brightest student I have ever been around. She reads better than most high school students and has a kindness in her heart unlike many. The only barrier between Cecilia and I was her shyness. She would speak to me rarely; most of the time I initiated any conversation. She never needed my help and was often overlooked because she could do everything on her own. Often she became nervous when any adult would speak to her. I worked really hard on our relationship and by the end of the year, I knew that she understood I loved her. She even opened up to me once when her older sister ran away.

Cecilia has been to visit me once before this year, and I was as just surprised then as I was this morning. I started small talk with her and asked her how she was doing. She seemed very nervous. Finally, she looked me in the eye and said, "I needed to talk to you about something". Needed? I never thought about her needing me for ANYTHING. I let her pull up a chair and asked her what was wrong. Eventually she told me her sister is pregnant. Her sister is 16; the same sister who ran away last year. I had such a mixture of emotion: sadness for her load that she has been carrying and happiness for the fact that she wanted to open up to me.

I asked her how she felt but she said she didn't know. So, I asked her if she could describe her feelings in one word....and she replied "sad". After asking more questions, she described that she was sad "for" her sister and she was sad "with" her sister. I didn't pretend to have all of the answers, and so I told her what I knew. My sister's best friend got pregnant at the age of 16 and although it was been harder than she could have ever imagined, she is doing it. I told Cecilia that she couldn't change the fact that her sister is pregnant, but that she could love her and be there for her.

I also told her that she could learn so much from this situation. Although Cecilia and her sister are nothing alike, it is common for young girls to become pregnant in my students' culture. I asked Cecilia what she wanted to be when she grew up, and again she replied that she didn't know. I tossed around some options like doctor or teacher. Before I could mention another profession, Cecilia said she really wanted to be a police officer. Somehow that answer made me more proud than if she would have said President of the United States.

I am so lucky to have the opportunity to REALLY touch lives. I am even more blessed, to have my heart touched by children everyday.

Dancing Queen

2009-11-03T19:33:00.002-05:00

Today I was out because I have been feeling sick. Instead of trying to feel better, I have been dreading seeing the chaos that awaits me on my desk. Somehow, subs always seem to be more trouble than they are worth :) Sorry if that offends anyone out there.

I recently adopted a guinea pig for my students. Her name is Harley Davidson and she is precious. I will post picture soon.

And........ news you have all been waiting for: I have been suckered in to helping out with dance club this year. I will be taking 25 first graders and choreographing a routine to perform for the school. Please pray for me.

Living Life with a Smile on my Face

2009-10-29T20:49:00.003-04:00

I'm not quite sure why I haven't updated, except for the fact that life is good and I've been caught up living it. I still adore my new class. They are so different from last year's group, but just as wonderful.

This week the marriage question popped up. It happens every year, usually multiple times. The teacher next door to me is engaged; I should have known it was only a matter of time before my students began to feel ripped off because their teacher is single. :) The conversation is as follows:
(Small reading group)
Sylia: Are you married?
Me: No...
Sylia: Well, do you want to be?
Me: Well, maybe one day? Do you want to be?
Sylia: No...do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Um......no.
Sylia: Do you have a crush?
Me: Sometimes...Why are you so interested in this?
Sylia: I don't know. Just curious.
Me: (after a pause) Do you think I will get married one day?
Sylia: Yes..
Me: Why
Sylia: Because you're beautiful.

Oh how young and naive they are. Gotta love them.

Last week I had a training day on Tuesday. When I returned to school on Wednesday, I found out Darnell was in the hospital. For those of you who do not remember him, he is one of my students from last year who had the police called on him quite often. But I love him like he is family. Well, he had a pretty severe asthma attack and went to Children's of Atlanta. I flew up there after work on Wednesday and bought out the entire giftstore, okay well not really, just a UGA bulldog and some balloons. When I walked into his room, I thought I was going to cry. He was hooked up to so many machines. His mom burst into tears and hugged me. She told me he almost died; he couldn't even breathe on his own. When I saw him like that, it was hard to remember all of the anger he carries with him. He was so young and fragile. He was a child. It was so good to spend time with him and try to put a smile on his face.

When I saw him back at school this week, I asked him if he still had the bulldog. He looked me straight in the eye and said he doesn't sleep without it. Even when he has to sleep in his brother's bed, he brings the bulldog with him. I had to hug him and walk away before he saw the tears in my eyes.

I have goodness in my life that comes in the form of eight and nine year olds.

A Juxtaposed Life

2009-08-22T21:57:00.002-04:00

Today was such a weird day.

This week, one of my students was talking about his soccer game this weekend. When I asked him to give me his schedule, he seemed shocked that I was interested. I wrote a note in his agenda for his mother to tell me where is game was. I like going to my students' games. Last year I went to a football game and had a blast. So, after obtaining the address of the game (it was in Lilburn 40 minutes away) I headed out for a day in the sun. When I walked onto the fields, I immediately realized this was a Hispanic soccer league, and I would be the only non-Hispanic person there. Now...I have been in situations before where I have been part of the minority, and it has always been enlightening. But, never have I been a single minority, by myself. All of the cheering was in Spanish. I couldn't even ask someone where to find the team (well I could have tried but it would have been hilariously wrong). I felt like I got a real glimpse of what it is like for others.

After finding little Juan and his mother, who is bilingual, I couldn't have been happier. His face lit up and he began waving. I heard him repeat "My teacher...my teacher from school is here!" His mother was so happy to see me. I feel so good to have made a connection so early on in the school year.

I left the soccer fields feeling many emotions. While there, I found out some heartbreaking news about one of my students. I cried almost the whole way home to Alpharetta. I don't even have words to express how unfair life can be. I guess I will leave it at that...the details are not important. Just the simple fact that my job involves heartbreak and joy, juxtaposed in a simple manner.

Tonight I decided to have cheesecake for dinner :) I walked in to the Cheesecake Factory, filled with white, middle-upper class people. It was so very different from my afternoon. It made me feel confused. I seem to be a part of two different communities, neither of which I completely fit in. Yet another juxtaposition in my life.

What did you just say?!?!?

2009-08-15T13:26:00.003-04:00

First week down...It feels great. I'm completely planned for next week, all of my copies are in their designated drawer waiting to be passed out, the math and grammar games are stacked ready to be played, and I am at home relaxing.

I am complete adoration of my new class. They are wonderful. Hopefully I won't be whistling a different tune in a couple of weeks.

The stand out this year is hands down Feliz. Boy does he have a mouth on him. Wednesday we were playing a math game and I asked him if he wanted to be my partner. He looked me in the eye and said, "No, I'd rather just shoot the shit". Whaaaaaaaaaat did you just say? Isn't that something a redneck Paw Paw would say? Not an eight year old, hispanic boy who has autism...amazing.

I didn't think it could get worse/funnier...oh but it did. Yesterday he had a doozy waiting for me. Whenever I give directions or instructions to my class I often say "Capisce?" and wait for them to say "Capisce" back. I was giving directions for transitioning into math time, waiting for my students to respond when Feliz said, "What the hell does capisce mean anyway?" Whaaaaaaaaat did you just say? I asked him and he responded with "I said, what the hell does it mean?" I held his sweet, little hands and quietly told him those words were not appropriate in school, let alone anywhere if you are eight years old. He just blinked and walked away. Mikey, my disrupter in class, was standing close by watching our interaction. As Feliz walked away I looked at Mikey and nonchalantly asked, "Did you hear that?" Mikey looked me dead in the eye and said, "Yeah, but he can't help it" and walked away. Wow...

Is that a worm in your soup?

2009-08-11T19:06:00.002-04:00

Day 2....tired. :)

I love my class. They are cute and talkative and smart and talkative and funny and talkative!

We had a pretty sick thing happen at lunch today. The sweetest, tiniest little girl named Marizel looked at me with wide eyes while holding up her cup of chicken noodle soup. I thought maybe she didn't like it...but when I looked closer...I saw a caterpillar in her soup. GAG ME! I'm the teacher, I'm supposed to be in control, not almost throwing up all over the cafeteria. I managed to put my teacher pants on and solve the problem. It still makes my skin crawl to think about it.

The rest of the day went by uneventful. Except for the fact that it is 7:10 (at night) and I am still here in my classroom. Off to trivia...

Back in the Game

2009-08-10T16:50:00.003-04:00

Today was the first day of school!! The children left my room over two hours ago and it feels pretty amazing. So far, I really like my new class (as if I wouldn't). They are so adorable and little. I had forgotten how small 3rd graders are at the beginning of the year. My students with autism were wonderful and bright; I am really excited to learn from them this year.
I can tell that I am going to have some interesting behavior issues already. I don't think they could be anywhere near as difficult as my class last year, but they are definitely going to be trying. But my new philosophy is: BRING IT ON.

A wonderful surprise came for me during lunch. I was walking my class up to lunch when I heard our school secretary call my name. When I looked in the office, the secretaries, nurse, and my assistant principal were all smiling ear to ear. They handed me a bouquet of beautiful yellow flowers with balloons tied to the handle. I read the card as they "ooh'ed and ahh'ed". This is what it said:
Wishing you GOOD LUCK and hope you have a great year!!! Love, Mom and Dad.

It doesn't matter how old I get, flowers from my parents will always cheer me up. I love them. I am so blessed to have a loving, supportive family. I sometimes forget that not everyone has parents as thoughtful as mine.

AAAAAAAANNNDD...we're off!

2009-08-06T22:33:00.004-04:00

I'm going to start this one off on a complaining binge: I have spent over 40 hours this week setting up my classroom...and 22 of those hours were for free. Yikes! Teachers got furloughed three days (so far, I know there will be more) and that means less money for me and less time to set up my classroom. It has been very frustrating because it feels like, yet again, no one cares about the educators. It is very difficult to watch members of, I believe, one of the greatest and demanding professions get the short end of the stick over and over again. Whew....now that I have that off my chest, let's move onto a happier note.

Even though I worked long hours each day, I am very happy with the aesthetics of my classroom. When students walk in, I want them to feel comfortable, safe, and excited to be there; I feel like I am accomplishing those goals with how my classroom is set up.

Now...I have some big announcements
1) At the end of last year, many of our students got re-zoned (a bunch of BS) to another school. Horton was one of these students. If you don't remember, he is EBD with a mixture of mild autism and schizophrenia...aka...loads of fun. He is definitely the most infamous student in the school. Needless to say, our administration and teachers were NOT devastated when he got re-zoned. Well, ladies and gentlemen, HE'S BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. His family moved back in our district, just so he could continue to attend our school. BHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm excited!

2) Today/Tonight was Open House. It was awesome to meet all of my new students. They were so little. I keep forgetting they were just 2nd graders a couple of months ago.

3) On Monday I found out that I was going to be the IRR collaborative class again. They usually don't do this to teachers 2 years in a row, but I'm such a lucky girl that it happened to me. Hopefully I will have glorious stories to share throughout the year.

4) I met one of my new students, Feliz(all names are changed in my blog), who happens to have autism, today. He was looking around my reading area when another student, Brian, approached to introduce himself. He had only gotten, "Hi, I'm...." out of his mouth before Feliz began to cover his face and shout "shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..." over and over again. Poor Brian slowly backed away and ran into his parents arms. I stood there with my mouth open. Wow...what a great teacher I am. What could I say, "Hey we don't use those words...especially fifty times in a row"? I knew Feliz couldn't help it. Oh goodness....here we go.

5) I will leave you with a note of extreme happiness: Last year, I had the privilege of teaching a wonderful student who had many emotional problems. We actually got him diagnosed as EBD while in my classroom. The police have been called to the school numerous times, he has kicked off a teacher's toenail, scratched the computer teacher, kicked the vice principal, and attacked numerous students. And...can you guess it? I ABSOLUTELY ADORE HIM! We had a wonderful relationship. Tonight he came by to see his old teachers and pretty much flew by them all and jumped into my arms. I barely had time to set all the stuff I had in my hands down. He just jumped on me and held on for dear life. Everyone in the hallway just stopped and stared. I even heard someone comment, "I think I might cry just watching them" as another teacher begin to sing, "Reunited and it feels so good.." haha. He definitely made my night/week/year!
This is why I am a teacher.

Bubbly

2009-08-01T16:33:00.005-04:00

This is my last Saturday before I am officially back at work...sigh. My mood can best be described as bubbly...I am so freakin' excited about getting back in the classroom. I have so many ideas and I can't wait to try them out. I am also ready to stop spending so much money...3 beach trips this summer was a lot to handle...but who's complaining? :) I got my class list in the mail last night and I can't wait to put faces with names. This year is gonna DOM!! (That stands for 'dominate'...a little lingo I picked up from this week's Real World)

Sometimes I feel like if I could have a t-shirt that expressed all of my moods, it would be much easier to wear it around, rather than trying to use my words that so often stumble out of my mouth. My t-shirt today would say: BRING IT ON....or maybe it would say SHARK WEEK. I really like Shark Week on Discovery Channel. It's actually coming up soon...I digress.

Finally, I am going to try to list all of my 'likes' by using the alphabet. Let's see if I can do it.

A- Ashleigh Speir
B- BFF Kristen
C- Cousin Lauren
D-Dancing Shows and Movies
E-Ed from The Bachelorette
F-Family
G-Grandma's Lake House
H-Hills- My guilty pleasure
I-Interesting Conversations
J-Jazmyn Brawner Road Trips
K-Katie Griffin
L- Lauren Waller
M-Molly Hansen
N-Natural tans
O-Opening a canister of film
P-Peaches
Q-Quick Trips
R-Reading (a lot)
S-Sallie Barrett
T-Third Grade Team
U-Up, the movie
V-Visiting the Beach
W-Whompsons (Especially Mrs. Whompson)
X-XGames Pro Shawn White
Y-Yoforia
Z-Zebra Print

Heading to the Chapel and We're....Gonna Get Married!

2009-07-24T23:20:00.004-04:00

Ladies and Gentlemen....it's all over. The planning, secrecy, texts to the groom to be, and ring shopping has all paid off. My best friend since kindergarten, Ms. Kristen Marie Farner, is now engaged to a man who adores her. And the Engagement party was a hit, if I do say so myself. Off to Jacksonville in the AM.

What Have I done???

2009-07-23T23:12:00.005-04:00

I caved....I now have a Twitter. I hope I can look at myself in the mirror.
www.twitter.com/missODL

My beach trip to Palm Beach was nothing short of AMAZING!! Here are some of my favorite pictures!

This was the view pulling up!
I love my beautiful wolfpack!

What do you think this could be?

2009-07-09T23:43:00.004-04:00

A Little Bit Giddy

2009-07-09T22:43:00.004-04:00

I'm a little giddy and not sure why...Possible reasons:
1.) I drove through downtown after sunset. For some reason this always has been both thrilling and calming to me.
2.) I am leaving for Palm Beach in 32 hours with two of my favorite people.
3.) We are staying at the Four Seasons for 5 nights...it's a freakin' luxury resort!
4.) I successfully pulled of the "LC Braid" tonight.
5.) I discovered that more of my friends blog than I initially thought.

Light (or Dark) at the End of the Summer

2009-07-07T21:30:00.005-04:00

So the 4th of July is over and I have to say it was perfect. But now, the light/dark at the end of the summer is approaching. In less than four weeks I will be back at work, doing the whole "teacher" thing. I could lie and say I'm dreading it, I need more time, blah blah blah. Honestly, I'm pretty pumped. No, I'm not looking forward to waking up early again, but I am excited about doing a better job. My first year was so stressful, emotional, draining, exciting, wonderful, and thrilling that I barely had time to teach :) Does that make sense? I think that I will be a better teacher for my students, now that I have my first year under my belt. I feel empowered at the moment...talk to me again on August 2nd and I may be whistling a different tune.

In a previous blog I wrote of finding my old camera and taking pictures around downtown Commerce, GA. Here are some of my favorites.

Marathons will be the death of me!

2009-06-28T17:10:00.005-04:00

I'm going to go ahead and put this out there: I'M A SUCKER FOR MARATHONS. I don't really care which channel they are on; I just can't help myself. I've been through all 1,528,432 episodes of America's Next Top Model (Thank you Tyra). Now, I happen to have some free time on my hands during the summer- thank you education system. This week, I have yet again been sucked into a marathon. Survey Says...Beauty and the Geek. I remember being in college when the series debuted, but there was only one season I watched. That would be the season with my crush Nate! He was smart, funny, cute, and sweet during the season, all of which attributed to my "geek" crush.

Today, I lucked out. An all day marathon of the "Nate Season". After watching a few episodes, I decided to google Nate to see what he has been up to, in a non-stalkerish way of course! Turns out, he is a comedian, author, actor living in New York. I watched some of his Quarterlife Pounders and thought they were witty and funny. You should check him out on YouTube. So...my Nate crush lives on.

A Day for New Things

2009-06-26T21:34:00.005-04:00

Kayleigh drug me to the Farmer's Market today. It was actually pretty exciting. I felt like I was back at work due to all of the diversity around. It was great. The only negative part was that I couldn't take my camera in. I thought it might be an exciting backdrop for pictures. Oh well...I will have to upload them from Bing- my new favorite search engine.

Speaking of Bing...I haven't quite figured out it's origins (other than Microsoft). Simply, I am attracted to the aesthetics of the site. It appeals not only to my photography side, it constantly has headlines running at the bottom, thus sparking my interest in gossip. This is what I have found after searching around:

"We took a new approach to go beyond search to build what we call a decision engine. With a powerful set of intuitive tools on top of a world class search service, Bing will help you make smarter, faster decisions. We included features that deliver the best results, presented in a more organized way to simplify key tasks and help you make important decisions faster.
And features like cashback, where we actually give you money back on great products, and Price Predictor, which actually tells you when to buy an airline ticket in order to help get you the best price — help you make smarter decisions, and put money back in your pocket."

Finally...I bought a new phone. It's a cheap, simple phone designed for texting- my weakness. It's called the Samsung Magnet, and it comes in only one color: orange. I know, I know. Not my favorite color, but it is actually quite cute!

Like of the Day: Figuring out new phones

Dislike of the Day: Bloodthirsty AT&T Salesmen