Monthly Archives: September 2008

And we go on and on and on and on and on

Fair week ended yesterday. J and I went five times. It was probably the most times I have ever gone to the fair just to go and not work. Of course, during high school I was there basically every day, but that was because I worked for Sunset Ice Cream and had to be there. But this year we spent four nights and one afternoon there just for the food, the walking, the sights, and the people-watching. I was nervous that we wouldn’t be able to go a lot because we’re both working and I am always crazy-busy with school, but we managed to fit it in. And it was glorious.

Speaking of school, progress reports came out last week, meaning that I am already 1/8 of the way through the school year. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s bad that I am keeping track, but I can’t help it. I’m a time-keeper, a clock-watcher, a cross-the-days-off-my-calendar girl. I like seeing progress that has been made, which is, many times, in the form of time. And I have to admit, I am proud that I have already made it this far in my first year of teaching, because honestly there are some days when I do not know if I can make it. Of course, there are other days when I think, “Oh, I can so do this!” as well. It’s been a mix of good and bad, black and white, energy and complete exhaustion, but I am doing it, and that’s what matters.

This week and weekend were great though. The girls came up Friday night and we took them to the fair Saturday morning, and then we went to Annie’s house in the afternoon. J and I finally got our pictures framed – one was a wedding gift from the girls and three were originals we had picked up from an artist in Rome – so as soon as I am done typing this we are hanging them up. I decorated for fall a little bit, got some stuff done around the house (including fixing up a guest bedroom, finally), and today we are heading to my grandparents’ to put the cover on the boat. It has been a busy weekend but relaxing, and I’m sad that it’s almost over. But we’re starting a SSR (sustained silent reading) in my class tomorrow where students get to choose what they read (and if they don’t like the book, I’m not making them finish it). I really want to start literature circles but I don’t have the resources right now, so this is the next best thing. I’m reading a really awesome book called In the Middle by a middle-school English teacher named Nancie Atwell, and I am getting so much inspiration and ideas from her that I’ve been really pumped to start trying it. So I’ll have to update on how that goes.

Alright, time to hang those pictures!

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The leaves that were green are no longer so green . . .

Sunday officially ended summer for me. I know, I know, you would think the start of school would have marked that already. But school starts in late August, and even once the books are open and the wheels are a-turning, there are still glimpses of summer in the evenings and on the weekends: warm air, burgers on the grill, flip flops and shorts, daylight until 8:00 p.m., and, most importantly . . . boating. Labor Day weekend brought about a weekend of boating up at Lake Ontario for Jason, my college friends, and I, and there was a weekend or two of boating on the Susquehanna River with Jason’s parents. However, Sunday, J and I spent 12 hours on the road picking up our boat to bring home from the lake.

Yes, boating season is officially over, meaning the summer has drawn to a close. Let us take a moment of silence . . .

Truthfully, though, there are many things that I have to look forward to in the fall: I love the cooler air, the autumny foods, the changing leaves. I love little kids getting excited about Halloween and dressing up, and the thought that parades and trick-or-treating are just around the corner. I love the beginning of football season, but professional and high school, and the sounds of the marching bands and the fries that you can only get at the band stand. I love Thanksgiving and the delicious food (especially from my grandmother) and the days off from school, and knowing that Christmas is soon coming. I love shopping for Christmas presents. And, of course, I loooooove the Bloomsburg Fair and all the wonderful, country-ish, fattening goodness that comes with it. Truly, I live for fair week (even though I no longer have it off anymore).

However, despite all the pleasantries that fall brings, deep inside, I am a summer girl. I love summer, too, and the three months of hot sunshine, boating, sleeping in, sunglasses, cool drinks, flip flops, picnics, and vacations. As much as I love school (both as a student and now as a teacher), I also love the NOT school – the NOT having to worry about homework or lesson planning or waking up at an ungodly hour. And despite how much I love what autumn has to bring, a large part of me always mourns the passing of summer.

So the boat is now in the barn, school has been in session for four and a half weeks (midterms are tomorrow, yikes!), the windows in my house are closed and the air conditioner is now collecting dust, the Bloomsburg Fair is in session, the leaves are beginning to change, and while I have a lot to look forward to in the upcoming months, deep inside, I know that Summer 2008, the summer where I got married, bought a house, and became a teacher, has drawn to a close. But it was a good – no – a GREAT summer.

And with that said . . . time to put on a sweatshirt and get some fair food! 😉

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Meet the fockers . . . I mean, parents

Tonight was our Middle School Open House. I had no idea what to expect. I mean, I haven’t really been to a school open house since . . . oh, I don’t know . . . 5th grade! I went to the SHS one last year but it didn’t really count since there were only a few parents that showed (it was in the second semester) and I wasn’t really the teacher and hadn’t been teaching most of the students by that point anyway (since it was early in the semester). So I re-printed my “Respect Contract” (my behavioral expectations) and made a snazzy little flyer with pictures and columns and a cute border (I’m a little proud of it, can’t you tell?) and went there tonight not really sure what to expect. I got there at about 6:20ish for the 6:30 Open House, and found about two dozen or so parents waiting outside the Middle School doors; I did NOT expect that.  I also did not expect the feeling of being a celebrity . . . I literally had people lining up to talk to me as I chatted with other parents.  Overall, though, I think it went all right. I found myself repeating the same things a lot: “Here’s my newsletter that tells you about my class, how I grade, and what we’ll be learning this year,” “If you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to e-mail me,” “I have found that all seventh graders talk a lot,” “No, I am not a student, I am a teacher.” Okay, maybe I didn’t really have to say that last one, but I did have a few parents comment on how they thought I was a student and not a teacher. Grreaaat . . . I could understand being mistaken for a high school during student teaching, but seriously, a seventh grader?! Really? I think I will have to teach kindergarten for a few years in order for me to be recognized instantly as a teacher instead of a student.

Over all, though, I thought it was a good night and could not realize how quickly it went by. I probably met 20 or so of my students’ parents, which really is not even 1/4. It was neat to see how my students acted around their parents though and what the parents had to say about their kids. I found myself becoming more enthusiastic about teaching after tonight, so I have to say it was a productive evening. It’s also nice to know that there are supportive parents out there willing to meet their children’s parents and take a part in their education.

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Why can’t we be friends?

Yeah, I’m still sick, but now the grossness has migrated from my throat to my nose. I’m surviving on water, gatorade, peppermint herbal tea, Dayquil, Nightquil, and Airborne. And tissues . . . lots and lots of tissues.

Anyway, today I witnessed something rather, well, amazing, in my opinion. In my one class there is a boy with Asberger’s. He’s very smart, rather funny and quick with a joke, gets along pretty well with teachers, but socially around his peers, he just doesn’t cut it. He’ll get upset easily in class, yell out inappropriate things such as “SHUT UP!” or “KNOCK IT OFF, YOU RETARDS!” (which, by the way, the use of the word “retard” is a major no-no in my book, but I’m not quite sure how to get him to stop saying it . . . or if I even can), or go up to girls in the class and try to touch them. Many of the other students find him strange or, at the very least, an avoidance, and I must admit, I feel his pain. He was aware of his condition which probably makes it even more painful. He has a TSS worker who is with him throughout the day, and, while she is a great help, especially to the teachers, and works extremely well with him, I am sure her added presence just makes him feel even that much more noticeable in terms of his differences.

Anyway, there is another boy in the same class, and apparently there is some bad blood between these two. The TSS worker said they got in a fight last year, and even in my class there has already been some confrontations. I even caught the second boy making the (for lack of better words) “retard” sign at the student with Asberger’s (which resulted in an immediate visit to the vice principal because actions like that, in my opinion, are bullying and will not be tolerated in my classroom). To put it bluntly, things have been a little tense between these two boys, and I try to keep them separated as much as possible for the good of the order.

Flash forward to today. We are working on a creative project where students are allowed to work in partners or groups of three. As the students are pairing and grouping off, I keep an eye on my student with Asbergers, because I know one of his “touchy” points is group work. As he kind of fumbles around and figures out what to do, I hear a familiar voice call to him, “Hey, you wanna work with us?” I look and it’s boy number two and another classmate, who also has a tendency to be a bit . . . sneaky, if you know what I mean. In my head, I’m thinking, “Great, this is not going to go well,” but I let the boys work together and stand close by in case anything should go down.

Well, wouldn’t you know it . . . those boys worked together SO well that class and then later on during Core Plus time (I see my students twice a day; the second time is called Core Plus). I was actually completely dumbfounded. I first I couldn’t tell if the other two boys were being sincere or not but I truly think they were. All three of them were joking and working together, and while the boy with Asberger’s was actually working on his own project after all, he sat near the other two and was cracking jokes with them. I made sure to tell the first two students how proud I was of them for inviting him into their group with them, and I am truly hoping that this is the start of a new chapter for them. While I know seventh grade hormones and everything can be fickle, I am still remaining optimistic. It was truly a great part of the day.

It’s the things like this that remind me why I decided to drag my butt out of bed before the sun rises, deal with whiny twelve year-olds, read and plan until my eyes and fingers hurt . . . because I know that sometimes, it is truly worth it.

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Future leaders of America?

I found this to be really, really funny. It’s fake, of course, but still . . . it made me crack up.

http://www.somethingawful.com/d/feature-articles/levi-johnston-hockey.php?page=1

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Wake me up when September ends

Eight days into the school year and I taught my first day of school as a sick teacher. Sore throat, runny nose, you know . . . the fun stuff. And then I got to give a student her first lunch detention because she basically decided she was going to sit through my class (again) and do zero work and talk to people around her.

Yeah, it’s been one of those days.

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It’s been a hard day’s night . . .

I am so, so, so very tired, and I am only seven days into school.

I am sure this is just a “getting adjusted”-type phase and in a few weeks I’ll be more acclimated to the 5:45 a.m. mornings, hour meetings after school (only sporadically, thank goodness), the 90+ pre-teens I see every day, and the hour or more a night I put in planning. But right now, at this point, it is all I can do not to fall asleep on the drive home. Luckily, J and I just got a beautiful, comfortable, LARGE (this is key) king sized bed delivered yesterday and I had the best night’s sleep that I have had probably since May, which is in large part due to the fact that neither of our dogs woke up in the middle of the night for the first time ever. However, despite the great shut eye, I am still exhausted.

Honestly, it is September 3, and I am looking forward to October . . . November . . . December . . . May . . . and I must admit, I am not quite sure how I am going to do it. I know they say that the first year of teaching is the most difficult, but am I truly ready for it? I gotta admit, I can be lazy sometimes. I can procrastinate like the best of them. Yet despite (or maybe because of?) these flaws, I did extremely well in school and in college, without pulling all-nighters or getting TOO stressed out. And yet, now, as a teacher, I find that I can not do it, at all. I cannot procrastinate. When in college, the only person I was ever responsible for was myself. If I didn’t do the work, the only person it really affected was me. Now, if I don’t do the work, I have 90 12 year-olds staring me down, plus a team of teachers and administrators breathing down my neck. It is really intimidating, truly. I have always said that I work better under pressure, but . . . jeez. Can I really handle this kind of pressure?

The only thing that is keeping me going right now is my a) still kindling passion for teaching, b) the knowledge that every single new teacher has, is, or will be going through the exact thoughts and feelings that I am, and c) I know I am a good teacher (well, as good as you can be at this stage, anyway), and I can’t let my insecurities and the feelings of being in waaay over my head remove me from that knowledge. I had excellent training, I know my content extremely well, and, most of all, I love the students and what I do (well, most of the time). I just wish I had a Dr. Reeves or a Jan around to remind me of that these past two weeks. 😦

But, hey . . . tomorrow is a new day.

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