Inservice Begins


We began inservice today. These bulletin boards are the end result of my work preparing for Cougar Camp. We had our orientation for new sixth graders. One of my former students LOVED seeing one of the languages he speaks displayed on my welcome board. I am content but tired at this point in the year. To celebrate, I bought myself a Quik Trip freezoni. Delicious!

RLT

Nearing the End

I did a little bit of detail work in my classroom with my name on the door and cutting out letters for my bulletin board. It was time consuming, but I felt accomplished. I have one more final touch to add to the bulletin board before it is finally finished. Here is a picture of the door sign. More to come next week.

RLT

Day Two of Room Preparation

I spent several hours cleaning, organizing, and decorating my new room. I am pleasantly tired as I put my feet up to rest at the day’s end.

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The Work Begins

I went up to my school and began the overwhelming but exciting process of decorating my new classroom. I feel as giddy as a first year teacher with her first room. I look at pieces to display and measure them to make sure everything works according to my “artistic vision.” I posted some pictures of the early efforts. Now I can rest to restore my batteries before heading in again tomorrow. 

The Party’s Over?

It is admittedly a rather strange title for one who does not gallivant about doing pub crawls. My summer vacation time is drawing to a close a bit sooner than I had originally planned. With my new responsibility as an academic team leader, I have a two day workshop to attend beginning Thursday. I have a short 90 minute workshop to attend on Monday. I have to prepare my classroom for my new students who will see it two weeks from today during our orientation. Now I know why I am awake in the middle of the night. Planning for the next step. Preparing to take on new challenges and changes. The party is over.

RLT

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Are You Frustrated With Life? Keep Reading.

Life is not fair. Innocent individuals lose their lives. Unstable individuals take matters of revenge into their own hands with deadly results. I have a few suggestions when life is too frustrating.
1. Pray for guidance. Consult the Scripture. Talk to your clergy person afterwards.

2. There are twenty-four hour gyms with bags that can be punched until the anger abates. Still mad? Run. Still mad? Keep running. Run a marathon. Run an ultramarathon. 

3. Go feed ducks some day old bread. 

4. Call that one person who says, “Even if it is 3:15 A.M., call me. Give me a minute to wake up, but I will listen.” 

5. Write a letter/journal about your feelings and frustrations. Even if you never publish or send it.

6. Sometimes a nap really does help.

7. Drink a cup of hot tea or coffee sweetened the way you prefer.

8. Play some music that makes you dance like a maniac like you were when you were 19 and carefree.

9. Visit the zoo and walk around it until your feet want to fall off. Drag your tired body home, take a soothing not bath,  and rest with your feet elevated.

10. Stay off social media until you are calm and rational. There is no need to further pollute the Web with more vitriolic vocabulary.

My heart goes out to the families of the police officers who were murdered in downtown Dallas as they protected the people who were protesting. 

RLT

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I’m Too Fabulous for My Own Good

Maybe I should title this one “Everyone Wants My Autograph” instead. Nah. Living near my campus is a double-edged sword. I am nearby if I need to come home when ill or must make some type of unexpected wardrobe adjustment. Bonus! When I walk the neighborhoods of my subdivision, I keep an eagle eye for vehicles and the rare loose dog. Earbuds do not grace my ears on my normal morning walks. You would think I would maintain my standard.

I wish I was not so fabulous and well-known and such a celebrity. I went to the track near my home to walk this morning. A trio of high school aged young men were training with sprints and then began running the track. They were in their zone; I was in my zone. I had my praise and sacred songs playlist in my earbuds. Only once did I disturb their exercise time by singing out loud. As I realized they were running right by me, my mouth snapped shut. We were cool.

As I completed my sixth or seventh lap around the flat human hamster wheel, I sensed a presence. Unbeknownst to me, a former sixth grader had spotted me and came up to me while I was walking. Apparently my disguise of over-sized t-shirt, hair pulled up in a mess up-do, and shades failed to shield me from my public. Running Man was not one of my charges. He did not seem to understand me when I said, “Walk down the hallways” during the school year but regarded me in an open-mouthed and glassy-eyed manner.

This previous interaction had not endeared Running Man to me, but when he arrived in my classroom for standardized testing day, that was fine. When he tried to sleep on both days, I won the battle of wills and consciousness. At the end of testing, I shed no tears to see him depart. I bid him and the rest of my charges adieu and went on my way minding my own business.

Today, my earbuds kept me ignorant of my name being called. I did not know of his presence until Running Man nearly touched my arm. He had actually nearly breached my personal space. We made eye contact. I quipped, “I’m doing something right now.” I continued my walk down the last straightaway of the track and walked home with a circuitous route checking over my shoulder in the event that I was followed.

The moral of this story: don’t wear earbuds on the track.

RLT

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A Bit of Work to Do

Earlier this week, I received notification reminding me that I ha13083242_1170813406264599_1602000589678556257_nve to complete four hours of online compliance training before school starts. It means sitting at the computer and paying attention while reviewing information about blood-borne pathogens, regulations with Section 504, and the like. The class opened yesterday, but I have only glanced at the titles and not delved into the meat and potatoes of the work. I am thinking that the sooner I accomplish the task, the more I will savor my remaining weeks (woot!) of vacation.

RLT

 

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The End/A New Beginning

I finished my last portion of my language arts obligation with curriculum writing. It was a little bittersweet because the ladies and gentleman on my team were a great deal of fun. I enjoyed teaching English Language Arts for the past twelve years. I still like the subject matter; however, I am embracing another part of my makeup: the history major. I see myself giving my students bits of history even more often than I did in the past. I love telling the stories of how things happen as much as I love reading about those events. I am as giddy as a school girl preparing for the first day of school all over again. I am taking a few days to chill at home before tackling my new curriculum. I have a workshop next week, so I will hit the books before then. The idea of three or four unstructured days appeals to me on an emotional level. I need the time off to recharge, refresh, and rejoice. My garden needs my time. My friends need my ears and undivided attention. My family needs my creative talents in the kitchen. My soul needs my daily walks and/or runs as the weather permits.

I will share my insights about my new adventure as it progresses. Later, gators.

RLT

I Could Not Resist


I just had to share this one. I saw it on Facebook a couple of weeks ago, and I have not been able to stop snickering whenever I have stumbled across it in my photos.

Moms and dads are the first teachers each child knows. I am merely meant to complement their efforts, not compete with them. Tag, you’re “it!”

RLT

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