Monthly Archives: June 2015

My Other Job

During the school year, I work a second job. In fact, I work at my second job year-round. There are no pay increases, but the rewards will come in time. I speak about being a wife and mother who manages her home. Before the school year ended, I composed a mental list of tasks to accomplish during my summer holiday and have managed to work through a few during the first three weeks. I have tidied my silverware and cooking utensil drawers, laundered my window treatments, bagged items for donation, mopped the floors within an inch of their lives, and started the process of taming the garden. There are many hours of time left to me to finish the rest of the story, but it’s lovely to have the opportunity to get some much-needed tasks completed without thinking about lesson plans, grades, etc. I’ll update my progress as the summer goes by.

RLT

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Summer Time – First Post

Summer

The season of summer has officially arrived, and I have been reading books like mad. So far, I’ve finished the first two of the Harry Potter series. I assigned myself the entire series this summer and am well on my way. Ms. Rowling does spin a good yarn. I encourage my students to read over the summer holiday and even sent a packet of reading passages for my rising seventh graders. Some will complete it while others will ignore any constructive activity besides XBOX and Netflix. I pray they are faring well. I have no classes or true obligations during the month of June to drag me back into work mode, but I confess I have pinned a couple of items on Pinterest. C’est la guerre. Well, it’s laundry day, so I must sign off and face the dreaded Laundry Dragon. ┬íCiao!

RLT

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Last Night Before the Last Day

Tomorrow marks the completion of my twentieth year on the other side of the desk. How much has education changed since I began? Many students don’t know who the Beatles are, and I don’t know who’s in One Direction. Some former students who are graduating from high school this weekend stopped by to visit and get a hug. We were all crying by the end of our visit with one another. There has to be a way to stop time just a little. Let me savor each moment just a bit more; let me wring every drop of love out of each moment of my life and soak it in. One young man told me that I kept him from getting into trouble because I intervened six years ago. I don’t remember doing that, but it sounds like something I would do. I was humbled and stood with my hand over my mouth in shock at my own audacity. I must have some nerve in me somewhere. I have no opinion whatsoever of wrongdoers and will haul them straight to the front office for an administrator’s attention if need be. In my vulnerable moments I wonder if I go too far. I wonder if I make a difference for the child who needs tough love. On that day, I did.

RLT

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