Setting Up

Before I added words to show that I am in the best of both worlds.

After I finished adding the word welcome in several languages and showing the elements of language arts.


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Reality Sets In

I attended a workshop yesterday for 90 minutes. We were learning the intricacies of ordering using our district's Print Shop aka Copy Center. The copy center Earth Angels are worth their weight in gold. Large jobs are completed in a timely manner, and I have no complaints whatsoever about their quality of work. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone. For example, I have desired stapled copies but forgot to request it. They don't read my mind. That's just fine.

Reality has set in because I have a two day workshop next week. The hours are 9:00 A.M. – 3:00 P.M. I will have to use an alarm clock to get up and drive in rush hour traffic. Hmm. In two weeks, I will be a part of the sixth grade orientation at my school known as Cougar Camp. This is year thirteen of Cougar Camp for me. Wow. School is really just about here.

In the meanwhile, I will sleep in, drink my coffee slowly, and complete laundry on a week day while the sun shines instead of madly cramming my housekeeping chores into one Saturday morning when I'd prefer to lollygag and recharge my batteries. It is still summer for a while longer.



Happy Birthday, America!!

It is lovely to be able to celebrate freedom on Independence Day. I have time to relax over lunch with my family, read a biography about Winston Churchill, and watch our national pastime. ⚾️🇺🇸❤


Bring Me a Stick

I’ve read most of The Collected Tales of Nurse Matilda by Christianna Brand. These stories were the basis of the movies Nanny McPhee and Nanny McPhee Returns starring Emma Thompson. I wish I had a stick like Nurse Matilda. I would bang it and make some of my students behave properly. Oh well, it is fiction, and I do believe in giving students the choice to do good or evil. I encourage them to do good as they go along this life. Sigh. I still want that stick.


Settling In

I have begun settling in to my summer routine. I have a thick book to read, and my trips to Race Trac for a Sodapalooza have increased to a nearly daily level. I have announced funny holidays to my forever and former students via Remind. I have enjoyed seeing my college student son around my home again and cooking for a gargantuan appetite. It’s been nice. Taking walks several times a week does my mind good. I have some clutter to evict this summer and lots of time to get it packed up and out of my home and out of my mind.


See Ya!

This little picture means I am on my own schedule doing what I want when I want, for the most point. I took a walk, drank my coffee, ate my breakfast at home in the kitchen nook, and worked on laundry.



The school year ended today. My being a teacher of record concluded as well. Next year will bring new faces to my classroom. 

My sick young lady was able to go to school and finish the school year with her classmates. I am glad.

Papi gave me another goodbye hug and consented to take a picture with me. I’ll include all three takes. 

I cried saying goodbye to my former students who were ending their eighth grade year and making a final walk through the school. I will probably cry a bit tomorrow at the last staff meeting because some will not return for one reason or another. My prayer is that their new endeavors bring them joy and a satisfying sense of a job well done.


What a Day!

One of my students collapsed in the hallway and was lying on the floor. I saw her feet and thought she was faking it. She was clammy and sweaty with an elevated blood pressure reading. I dropped to my knees and saw some girls in the hallway. I yelled at them to get the nurse. Track Star hit the bricks! Several adult ladies including our fabulous school nurse gathered to get my girl into an office out of sight of prying eyes. She just looked terrible. Just terrible!!! She went to the doctor, so I am praying for a complete recovery.

Due to the medical emergency, I was late to a second day of Japanese school lunch: kids eat lunch in the classroom. They were thrilled to sit in my room and enjoy fellowship. Seeing their smiling faces elevated my spirits although my mind was still on my sick little girl. Here are my lunch lambs.

At the end of the day, I caught up with Papi. He was in a different classroom all day long. Grrr! I looked at him and right there in the hallway I said, “Do you know how much I love you?” He hugged me, and I hugged him back. He said, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Johnson, it’ll be all right. Thanks for the year.” I let him go and had to walk away blinking back the tears that would not stop. I know that he cares for me and cares about my opinion. I know it. I know it. I know it. Here is the picture I snapped of him last week.


Dare Me?

I really need to buy this t-shirt and then wear it on the last day of school. Dare me to do it? 😜

I do my best to enjoy my lambs the last few days of the school year, and my goal is to leave work on that final day with happy tears only. I want the kids to have happy tears, too. Some will. Others will choose to be miserable and then try to spread their misery around. Nope! Slap a smile on your face, and get glad!! 😎 

A few may find out my actual opinion that I have held in. All. Of. This. Time. “I’m sorry you decided to be hateful and rude to me and to your fellow students. I’m sorry you were a liar and lost your parents’ trust. I’m sorry you are so angry with anyone who dares to correct you that you behave poorly as a result. I’m sorry you frustrate your parents’ best efforts to help you be a better person. I’m sorry you did not feel homework was important enough to complete or that it was worth it to fail tests and quizzes, repeatedly. Enjoy your existence.” Anyone who remains hard-hearted and hard-headed will eventually face an obstacle that cannot be moved. I have no plans to witness their comeuppance.


Papi Papi Papi

“What is your son’s name.” I stared at him. “How long have you lived here?” Crickets. Mind you, he was supposed to be completing some work for my class that he said was all in his head after school. During class, I told him I wanted to get the words out. It would hurt to get them. I’ll call mom. “No, Mrs. Johnson. Don’t do that.” Okay, how about tomorrow? “Sure thing. Tomorrow.” Nah. I called his mom ten minutes before school let out just to show him that I could. And I would. Call his mom. Even with less than ten days of school left.

My punishment was to endure grilling by a thirteen year old. He observed that my mood could quickly change and wanted to give me his descriptive word. Something in my eyes gave him pause. “The word you want is ‘mercurial,'” I smiled in a rather sharklike manner–all teeth. He worked as slowly as molasses in a blue northern blizzard. I kept my eyeballs from rolling as he feigned helplessness to get his work completed. This kid is smart as a whip, and he frustrates my good intentions to make him behave properly. I think he accidentally saw the journal of motherly advice I have been writing to him. I won’t let him read it (if he does) until after the school year is over. It was left in my reading lab class after his schedule changed for a few weeks. I began writing in it periodocially just to advise him about things like self-esteem, his potential, taking care of himself by sleeping proper hours, etc. I know I am not cool in his mind; yet, I know in my heart that he does like me. Nah, he loves me. I sound like his mom when I get on his case, yet he is too stubborn to tell me he cares. I might get too much satisfaction out of it and embarrass him by crying (or gloating that I told you so! about the silly stunts you’ve pulled) all at the same time. He may be right that I softened towards him six months ago. He may move away one day, he may forget his battle of the wills with a crazy teacher who loved him like a son, but he will always be my one and only Papi.


P. S. That dust in this room  is really making my eyes water.