Be Careful, My Dears

We will be completing partner work next week in the library. I chose the partners for my students. One of my more talkative students was persistent with the noise level during work time. I announced partnerships. As the Future Ladykiller prepared to leave, he asked if he could not be partnered with Watchful Wally. “We talk a lot, Mrs. Johnson.” Feigning surprise and barely restraining a smile, or was it just a baring of teeth with my eyes crinkling in the corners?

“Future Ladykiller, this will be an oppportunity for you two to focus.” He left.

Watchful Wally was so pleased to be paired with his buddy. Why such a moniker? He watches me during work time if I happen to sit at my desk or walk about. I told him today, “If you are doing what you are supposed to be doing, then you never have to worry about where I am or who I am watching.” He responded, “Yes, ma’am.”


Be Vulnerable 

As you know, I have struggled with my reading lab class. It has been to the point that I prepared/fretted about it nearly as much as my other new prep of social studies. My new principal and I talked, and I shared my struggles with her. It felt good to be open and release my stress so that she knew what was going on. She now knew that I paddle like mad underneath but show no ripples on the surface. She was caring, and I felt heard. That more than anything lifted my spirits. Staying a little late or spending thirty to forty minutes per weekend day to get ready is not nearly as daunting as it once seemed. The LORD blessed me with this woman as my leader. I am glad to be working with her and for her.


Adjusting My Vision

I have a part to play this year as a reading lab teacher. I have been more rebellious than my young charges who desperately need me to help them. I had my big vent cry today and am ready to forge ahead. It’s time I acted like the professional adult I am and move forward. The gauntlet no longer taunts me from the ground. I have it in hand as I accept the challenge before me.


Empty Nester Teacher

For the first time since 1997, I will not have my son here to discuss my day at school. He was born in 1998, but he heard me when I was pregnant with him. When I went back to the classroom in 2004, he was in first grade. Gack!! Now he is out west in Lubbock at Texas Tech. My husband and I took him to school today, and I have been crying off and on all day long. I will not walk into his room right now. I already know I will collapse in grief. I was blessed to have him as my son and student. I am anxious to see what the LORD has in store for my beautiful boy. I could not help quoting John Lennon there.


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!


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.


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.


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.



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.