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Cluck Cluck

Oy, but one of these days, I am fairly certain that the AuburnChick family will begin to cluck like chickens.

Why, you may wonder?

Because we eat so doggone much of the stuff!

See, I am a lowly-paid private school teacher.

Chicken is cheap – especially when you get it at Sam’s Club – and especially when you get lucky and shop on a Monday, and the store has the meat marked down even more than usual.

Every night, Rooster asks the same question, “What’s for dinner, Mama?”

My answer?  “Chicken-something.”

I’ve fixed BBQ chicken every which way…fried, oven-baked, and crock-potted (yeah, this isn’t a word, but I had to make it have a “d” on the end, so don’t go riding the English teacher – it’s all about parallelism).

We’ve eaten Chinese Chicken, Chicken Parmesan, and French-Fried Chicken until we are blue in the face.

And let’s not forget about Chicken Marsala (a favorite, by the way) and some sort of chicken that has capers on it (the name escapes me just now).

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pulled out boxes of rice and pasta and found recipes to fix.

What?  You’ve never done this?  Go look in your pantry.  You’d be surprised at what you can find right there on your labels.

The biggest problem in the AuburnChick household is that we cannot use Cream of Anything because the Mr. and I are both lactose-intolerant.  So, you can scratch any sort of casseroles from our menus.

Grrr…

And so it was tonight, when I was trying to decide on a quick and easy meal, that I went to my old standby…Chicken Fingers.

Because I wanted to attend a band booster’s meeting, I only had 20 minutes to prepare dinner.  Rooster was mighty glad that I had a deadline, because he knew that he would be getting a hot meal, for a change.

I whipped up those bad boys in week-old cooking oil in no time flat.  And don’t be hating my old oil.  You can’t be a true Southerner without using old oil.

Trust me.

I grew up in LA…Lower Alabama…where we taking frying seriously.

Of course, the downside is that I walked into the band meeting smelling like I’d just pulled a shift at McDonald’s.

Whatever.

My family had been fed.

Next thing you know, I’ll be laying a nest full of eggs.

Cluck, cluck.

Another Trip Down South

On Saturday, the Mr. and I made our way back down south.

It had been two weeks since I had last seen Chicky.

Although she knew we were coming, she was still surprised when she saw me at her door.  I gave her the small gift I had picked up from Sam’s Club…a long, fuzzy, purple tube pillow.  I had no idea if she would like it, but she threw it on her bed and refused my offer to return it.  I didn’t take a picture of it first, though.  Oh well.  You’ll just have to use your imagination!

I handed her the goodies that Coupon Queen had sent for her:  cookies, crackers, chips, and an envelope with a surprise.

We said a quick goodbye so she could prepare for her game.

Then, we made our way to the Cafe, where we met Guy Friend.  Coupon Queen had sent a bag of goodies for him as well.  He was quite pleased.

Then, it was time to go to the field, where I watched as Chicky’s team warmed up…

It was a hot afternoon.  The crowd grew larger.  In fact, I’ve rarely seen that many people at a girls’ soccer game!

One of Chicky’s high school friends drove over from St. Pete, where she’s attending college.  I was so happy to see her that I enveloped her in a hug when she got close enough.  It was a good feeling to have her sitting beside me.

Before I knew it, the game was about to begin.  I never tire of watching the teams line up before the game…

Southeastern played against St. Thomas, and it was a tough game!  SEU scored first, but St. Thomas came back and tied it up in the second half.

The game was tied at the end of regulation time, so we had to go to overtime.

I was nervous.

As the game went on, I couldn’t help but notice the sunset…

It was a tough battle, but Chicky’s team scored the golden goal.  The crowd erupted in cheers!

After the game, the players gathered for a prayer.  I love this!!!!

Then, Chicky walked off the field.  Her entire face lit up when she saw her friend, and she ran to hug her.  They began talking non-stop.  What a reunion!

While Chicky and her BFF went to her dorm room, I waited for her on the field where, lo and behold, I saw someone walking toward me.

It was Chicky’s first travel soccer coach…from way back when she played U9, U10, and U11 soccer down in south Florida.

Say what?

He was St. Thomas’ coach!

I could not believe it!

The years melted away as he updated us on Chicky’s former teammates.  In fact, we learned that one girl was playing on St. Thomas’ team!  I recognized her when I was going back through the pictures I took.

Interesting stuff!

We joked that we might just get to see all of Chicky’s former coaches!

THAT is why soccer makes this world such a small place!!

Finally, Chicky emerged, and we took her, Guy Friend, and BFF out to dinner.  We selected a wing place nearby so we could watch TV.  Auburn was playing against Clemson, and they were actually down!!

We ate, laughed, cheered for Auburn, and stayed through the overtime (during which Auburn won).

Chicky’s teammates had also gone to this restaurant, and I smiled as I watched her make the rounds, chatting it up with various players.

This is a close-knit group.  The smiles are genuine, as is the affection they have for one another.

Before I knew it, we had to leave.

We took the kids back to the college and bid farewell to BFF.

And then it was time to say goodbye to Chicky.

Sigh.

I just don’t think it gets much easier.

I had lots of hugs to give her, though.  A lot of people were counting on me to give her their love, and you KNOW that I wasn’t about to let them down.

To my surprise, Chicky took the hugs in stride.  She is not an overly affectionate child, you see, so this really was a big deal.

Sigh.

Another weekend.

Another trip down south.

I’m counting the days until I go back to see her again.

Week 7 of Teaching

Whew!  It’s Friday, and let me just say that boy, am I glad!

Oh, it’s not that I had a bad week, because I didn’t.

It’s just that I’ve had two weeks in a row where my schedule has been out-of-whack.

Last week, there was Eid, when I had two days off.  Then, on Monday, it was Eid Fun Day, during which classes ended after third period, and the kids got to eat pizza and play games.

Tuesday was picture day, which did not really throw off the entire day, but I lost my entire first period.  I will admit that it was an honor to watch my seniors get their formal pictures taken.

They had regular poses first. Then, they sat for their cap and gown pictures.  It was interesting to see the girls wear their caps on top of their hijabs…

It was quite the contrast from when I graduated…way back in the 80’s…when the only thing that the cap sat on was my ginormous hair.

But, I digress…

I was reminded of just how beautiful these kids are.  With Week 7 underway, their personalities are coming out more and more.  As I’ve gotten to know them better, a love for them has completely filled my heart.

And they’ve become even more precious to me.

As I said, I felt honored to be a part of that special moment for them.

On Wednesday, we played Vocabulary Bingo in four of my classes.  I had been to Michael’s the week before and picked up a bag of buttons.  They are mismatched buttons and perfect for bingo cards.  I was especially delighted because, after coupons, I got the back for a scant $2.  Whoop Whoop!

My kids loved them!  They were certainly a lot safer than the safety pins we had used the last time.

Now, I’ve gotta tell you how much fun Vocabulary Bingo was.

First and second periods were allowed to bring in food.  Only two students brought stuff during first period.  One of my students brought this…

Ok…so what is it?

It is a chocolate candy bar from Palestine.

Don’t believe me?  Check out the labels…

I should have taken a picture of the candy when it was out of the wrapper, but oops…I forgot.  teehee

I will say that it was similar to a Kit Kat, but the chocolate was softer.

One of my students brought these cookies/biscuits in (I never did get the name of them)…

This little cookie wasn’t overly sweet, but it had dates inside.

My second period class brought in a lot of goodies.  There were Chicken Minis from Chick fil A…

We had brownies, and someone had even brought in fruit!  But, probably my favorite thing was the plate of cookies from Publix.  They were the soft, super-sugary cookies with pink frosting and sprinkles.

Oh

My

Goodness.

The kids had a LOT of fun playing Bingo, and I’ve almost decided to make this a special treat for those kids.

I mean…they are good students.  They work hard, and they have the added pressure of college classes.  Why not have a little bit of fun?

Then, on Thursday, I gave my killer vocabulary tests…

Hey, at least I have a sense of humor!!

I was more than fair, I believe, giving a bonus on the test (up to 15 points) and counting their Bingo points.  One of my students made a 130.

No kidding.

It is my belief that we should reward kids for what they know.  Who cares if they get 120 or higher?  They might have a bad day and bomb a different test, so the extra points really help their averages!  Plus, I am a very demanding teacher.  I like to balance out my toughness with a softer side.

On Friday, I gave my 6th graders a spelling test.  I have chosen spelling over vocabulary, for the time being, because I know that their little hearts could not tolerate the stress of learning 20 vocabulary words.  We are studying vocabulary in the stories we are reading in class, and I did spring a pop quiz on them a couple of weeks ago.  But, they are reading a lot and practicing a bit of writing.  So, spelling it is.

And whine, a few of them did.

Seriously?

Whining is something I do not put up with, and I am always quick to nip it in the bud.  I do not care if they are 6th graders.  It’s called life.  It’s called school.  Deal with it.

I guess that picture above (along with my comment) is fitting, eh?

In between all of the vocabulary and spelling, I actually started new stories in two of my classes.

My 6th graders are reading “The Dog of Pompeii.”  It is a wonderful story.  It’s also a little sad at the end.  But, we haven’t gotten that far yet.  The kids seem to be enjoying the story, and we are having a lot of good discussions as we work our way through it.

My 9th graders are reading “By the End of Summer,” another sad short story.  Although we’ve only spent one day on the story, my students sat in rapt attention…even the more active gentleman.  I asked a lot of questions about prediction and whatnot.  They seem to be following along quite well.  I am pleased.

So, the week was filled with mostly highs, a couple of lows, and a few surprises.

When I apologized to my Juniors for the load of work I’d assigned them, they were very kind.  They even told me how nice it was to have a normal English class.  I even heard one student mutter under his/her breath, “This is more like a college class.”

Uh huh.

I keep telling them that college will seem easy after my class!

But still, I find it rewarding to see students recognize that yes, I am trying to help them.

When I hear a student say, “Mrs. AuburnChick, the vocabulary is really helping.  I came across a word on my practice SAT test, and I was able to eliminate it as one option right away,” well, I can’t help but smile.

I really want to say, “I told you so.”

Actually, it’s more like, “Trust me.”

Students are starting to understand why I assigned them the task of writing blogs.  They are getting some comments from others (thanks to all of my Facebook friends and family who have taken the time to read and comment).

They are starting to realize that what they say is important to others, and it is important enough that others are stopping, taking time out of their day, and even writing them back.

I even heard one girl say, after a discussion in class, “I might blog about that.”

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

By golly, I think she’s got it!

I am going to list my students’ blogs…in case you want to check them out for yourselves:

Big Time Gleek
Cheese
Gigglingbutton’s Blog
Life…
m’s blog
Meditations from the Marty Mind
seekinglife
seeker of truth

And so ends Week 7.

I can hardly wait to see what Week 8 has in store!

I am an Overachiever

Wednesday night, I was happily being lazy when I decided to check my email via my phone (I was too lazy to even turn on the computer).

To my surprise, I discovered a message from one of my students.  It went like this:

I am so sorry Ms. AuburnChick, but I’m finding to write a rough draft and study the vocab very difficult and overwhelming, I’m afraid I won’t be able to finish the rough draft, study for my vocab, complete the rest of my assignments, and have a good amount of sleep to be able to function in school. If i do send in my rough draft, it will not be of my best work and will be rushed so im not going to get the most out of your critique.  Please try to answer me ASAP

Oh you guys.  My heart broke when I read this.

I heard these words in my head, “AuburnChick, you are an overachiever.”

I immediately responded by apologizing for putting too much work on my students’ shoulders.  I also told her not to worry about the rough draft but to study for the vocabulary test.  I also asked her to spread the word to her fellow students (all five of them).

Her response was one of immense gratitude.

But, her words stuck with me and caused me to look inside of myself.

First of all, I realized that I had made a few mistakes.  Namely, I had assigned too much work to my sweet Juniors.

As I reflected, I reminded myself that my students are now taking college classes along with their high school classes.

Added to that was my killer vocabulary test, which I had warned my students to study hard for.

I felt badly for them, and I regretted not praying through my lesson plans before executing them.

Oh, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the lessons…just the due dates.

And still, I dug deeper.

I recalled a time, many years ago, when I taught Pioneer Clubs at my then-church.  I believe I had the third grade girls.

Pioneer Clubs is where kids learn about the Bible, do various activities, and earn badges.  It is similar to Girl Scouts.

Well, I had never had experience teaching kids.  All I knew was that I had a teacher’s manual, and I was going to follow it to the letter.

Hence, my students worked their butts off.

When we attended the last ceremony, during which the kids received their badges, my kids received more than any other kids.

We had earned nearly every badge there was.

Overachiever.

My mind fast-forwarded to my return to college.  I began by earning A’s in my first couple of classes.  Hmmm…

I earned A’s in my next term of classes.

Hmmm…

From there on out, it was my goal to earn all A’s.

There were many nights when I was up until 1 or 2am putting the finishing touches on papers.

And then I got up at 6am to take my kids to school and head to work.

Overachiever.

As I faced my students this morning, I did so with a contrite heart.

I apologized mightily for my lapse in judgment.

I felt doubly-worse when two of my students told me they had not received the message from the night before and had finished writing their papers.

Oy.

One of my other students suggested that I give those students bonus points.

It was a generous offer…one I immediately pounced on.

My students were only too happy to accept the ten bonus points, which they used on their vocabulary test since they had put aside their studying to focus on their rough drafts.

Oy.

Overachiever.

I then admitted to my students that I, AuburnChick, am an overachiever.  While that might be fine and dandy for me as an individual, it is not okay when talking about a class full of students.

I am not there to stress them out.  I am there to challenge them so that they will learn and grow.

I’m not sure that being an overachiever is an altogether bad thing.

Not finding balance is what I did wrong.

Not having the foresight to make a better decision was another thing I did wrong.

After admitting both to my students, we moved on…with me administering their uber-hard vocabulary test.

I am so grateful that God continues to grow me through humbling experiences like this.

Random Dozen – DIY Style!

It’s time for the Random Dozen!  I’m calling it Random Dozen – DIY Style!

Come and play along.  It’s a lot of fun and a great way to meet fabulous bloggers!  Hop on over to Linda’s blog to link up!

1. Do you do garage sales? If so, tell me about one great find. If not, tell me why not.

I actually do not go to garage sales, but I have had a few of my own and worked a few as fundraisers for soccer.  Why don’t I go?  Well, because on the rare Saturday that I’m home, I like to sleep in.  Everyone knows that you have to get out of bed at o’dark thirty to get the best stuff.

2. Name the last thing you fixed.

If you’re new to my blog, I must tell you that I fix EVERYTHING in my house!!  I fixed the doorbell (not as easy as it looks), the heating element in the oven, the garbage disposal, the stopped up sink, the vacuum cleaner, the lawn mower’s carburetor, and, most recently, my lawn mower’s wheel.

3. Name your A) Favorite item of makeup OR B) Favorite tool

After Question #2, you’re probably expecting me to answer with my favorite tool, eh?

Well, you’d be wrong!  heehee

My favorite item of makeup is my eye-liner!  I have scraped change together to buy a new stick when I’ve run out!  I never leave home without it!

4. Which room in your home needs organizing more than any other?

I am very organized, though you wouldn’t know it by the mess (thanks to spending at least 70 hours per week working).  But, if I had to pick, I’d say it’s a tie between Rooster’s room and my garage.  As I said, things are pretty organized, but these rooms could do with some improvement.

5. Which room could use re-decorating?

I still consider my house new, even at seven years old.  I guess I’d have to say, though, that Rooster’s room could use some re-decorating.  Although Chicky’s room was painted green a few years ago, we just never got around to “customizing” Rooster’s.  Poor guy.  It’s the Youngest Child Curse – neglect.

6. Share something unique about your town.

The most unique thing about my town is that it is where the one and only AuburnChick lives.  You can’t get more unique than that!  (lame, I know, but it’s all I could think of)

7. If you could send a one-sentence message to your great-grandchild, what would it be?

Love the Lord, your God, with all of your heart and all of your soul, and all of your strength and with all of your mind.

8. Do you Facebook?

I am soooo glad this question wasn’t, “How often do you Facebook?”

So, I guess you know that my answer is yes, I Facebook.

9. Describe your favorite shoes.

I have two new favorites, which I recently bought at Kohls (I got a great deal on them).  I love them!!!

10. Do you listen to more talk radio or more music radio? What kind of station is it?

Ugh…I HATE talk radio!  It’s so annoying!!!  I love my music.  Driving in to work, I listen to a local station.  Once I get to work, I might turn on Way FM or Pandora (tuned to Christian music).  I always play music when my students aren’t in my classroom.  Once, one of my students came in and recognized one of the songs.  It was a Christian song, and he is Muslim.  It was a neat moment.

11. How far would you travel for a really good (favorite) meal?

I do not travel far for food.  I am not a huge eater, so food just isn’t that important to me, although I will say nay to certain places.  So, I’d say any place over ten minutes away, and I’m not going.

12. If you were totally honest with yourself (and us) what should you probably be doing right now instead of blogging?

I could probably be lesson planning, but seeing how most of this week is planned out, I’m vegging.

Oh, who am I kidding.  Blogging is my therapy.  I’d be doing it even if I was strapped for lesson plans.

Traveling Woman

As you know, my knitting has suffered.

I’m not complaining…much…mind you.  I am extremely thankful to have a job after searching for so long.

A couple of months ago, my friend, Rabbitrescuer, mentioned that she would be casting on for her 1,000th project (I exaggerate by two).  She asked if I would be interested in joining her and our mutual friend, Rae.

After taking a look at the pattern, I jumped on board.

I had the perfect yarn…

I believe I purchased that lovely skein of Ella Rae Lace Merino, color #103, at a yarn store in South Florida during a soccer trip two Springs ago.

I was eager to begin, and so on July 14, I cast on the Traveling Woman Shawl.  You can find the free pattern here.  I used size 6 needles.

Let me tell you…getting to the end was not all that easy.

First, there was the issue of time, which I’ve already mentioned.

I did manage to grab a few free hours during the trip to take Chicky to college.  I got in a few more when I went to her game a couple of weeks ago.  Hence, I think the name, “Traveling Woman” is quite fitting.

Second, there was the issue of the yarn.

After completing four repeats of Chart A, I started to realize that I just might run out.

I was in angst over the situation, but I didn’t put in a lifeline (why would I ever do a smart thing like this) and pushed on.  I had, after all, done my research.  I had read about others who had discovered they could have eked out another pattern repeat, and I didn’t want to let my yarn go to waste.  This stuff is not cheap!

And so I knit…

And held my breath…

And knit some more…

Before the awful truth finally slapped me in the face…

With two rows and the bind off left, I had come to the end of the line…

This is every knitter’s fear.  In fact, I think I am not the only person who’s had nightmares about just such an event happening.

One thing I knew for sure.  I was not about to tink back 19 rows.

Not when you’re talking about lace knitting.

No way, no how.

I don’t think even the Yarn Harlot would do this.

She would figure something out.

And that’s what I did.

I went online and scoured Ravelry, hunting for others who had this yarn, in this colorway, and had knit with it.

I sent out several SOS emails begging for scraps.

Less than 24 hours later, I had several responses.  A couple of gals turned their houses upside down in search of their leftover yarn.  One knitter found her’s and offered to send it the next day.

If I could bestow blessings, I would totally shower this kind soul with at least a hundred or so.

And so the stalking began.

I felt a little sorry for the mailman.  He didn’t know what or who was lying in wait for him.

But he was sneaky.  When I was out running errands, my package “magically” arrived…

Looks like she sent me her gauge swatch plus a little extra.

Woo Hoo!

After unraveling the yarn and removing the beads, I discovered that I had 15 grams of yarn.

Would it be enough?

I held my breath as I resumed my knitting.

Lo and behold, I finished, with about five grams left.

Talk about cutting it close!

I eagerly blocked my shawl…

Today, I could hardly wait to get home from work.

It was time to have a photography session!

Rooster retired after taking only four pictures.

I wasn’t satisfied, so I set up the tripod and took a bunch more…

One thing I like about having a larger shawl is the versatility.  I actually watched the following video to get some ideas…

And so I played…and took a few more pictures…

I wanted you to get the full effect of just how pretty the pattern is…

Do I like my shawl?

You betcha!

Singing Out of Both Sides of Her Mouth

So, I watched 60 Minutes last night.  One of the guys interviewed Beyonce.

My interest was piqued.  I don’t really listen to her music, but I get People Magazine for free, and she’s often in there…usually frolicking in the sun at some exotic location.  Stars have the money to do stuff like this.  Must be nice.

But, I digress.

The interviewer talked about her early life…going out on the road and being homeschooled.  She talked about what “good girls” she and the rest of her group were.

Next, viewers were shown a clip of Beyonce praying with her crew right before taking the stage.

I was really interested now.

This was something I did not know about her.

The only thing I knew was that she wore really short dresses with slits up to there and danced around in ways that would make my children blush if I was on a stage dancing those very same moves.

The contrast was not lost on the interviewer either, for he traveled down this road during his next line of questioning.

He asked her why she was such a seductress when she espoused such conservative views.

Ouch.

I do not remember what exactly she said.  I think it was, “Thank you,” followed by a hearty laugh.

Say what?

Interesting.

No.  Make that sad.

So many young girls look up to her, and yet, as I look around at the teenagers around me, I realize that they are easily influenced by just this kind of double-speak, or should I say double-sing.

You know…it took me several Google searches before I could even find one picture of Ms. B wearing something that covered her body in a respectable way.

Oh, it’s not to say that she isn’t pretty, because she is gorgeous.

And yes, I am thankful that she seems to have a marriage that is doing well.  Kudos.

But the other stuff.  Well, it still bothers me.

What about you?  Do you notice stuff like this?  Does it bother you?

Am I just an old fogey in a 40-year-old body?

Paper or Plastic?

Well, for me, it’s neither.

I am a huge fan of the reusable bags you see in the stores these days.

Thanks to a blurb on some news show, I recently realized that these bags need to be washed every now and then because they harbor a massive array of nasty germs.

Duh.

Think about what we put in these bags…chicken, ground beef, produce, and a host of other stuff…things that have been handled by a multitude of people and been crawled on by a number of bugs.

Ewwww…

So, I took the advice to heart, pulled the cardboard bottoms out of the bags, and threw them in the washing machine.  I even used hot water to sterilize them.

Then, I hung them to dry…

So, consider this my PSA of the week.

Not to come across as a germaphobe, but wash your bags.  It’s an easy way to cut down on the nasty stuff out there.

Plus, nobody wants to bite into an apple that’s been sitting in salmonella gunk.

Ewww…

Soccering in Tennessee

Chicky’s team traveled to Tennessee to play two games.

Thankfully, the coach’s wife, Teresa, took photos.  I thought I would share a few with you…

Chicky continues to be having a wonderful time.  It looks like all of the girls are!!

Week 6 of Teaching

My sixth week of teaching was short…only a day and a half.

On Monday, we observed Labor Day.  I loved sleeping in!!

I spent Tuesday working with my seniors on how to write good theses and outlines…in preparation for the next essays they will be writing.  My juniors did some freewriting, while my ninth graders worked on writing good paragraphs using the Hamburger Model.

Meanwhile, my sixth graders read a Time article about hurricane heroes, and my tenth graders began analyzing The Masque of the Red Death.

Wednesday was a half-day.  Muslims around the world are preparing for the end of Ramadan.  They observe a holiday called Eid, which is similar to New Year’s.  It is when they get to stop their daily fasting.

I have tasked my juniors and seniors with a fun writing assignment – creating and maintaining their very own blogs!  I hope to spark their creativity and a love for writing.  One of my students blogged about Ramadan and Eid.  Please hop over and give it a read.  I know she would love to read your comments!

Needless to say, the kids were psyched.  The only thing I can equate it to is the day before Christmas vacation.  It was a little nuts at school, that’s for sure!

All of my students were chatty, so I went with the flow and assigned them the task of reading news articles and answering journalistic questions (who, what, where, when, why, and how).

Because of Eid, I got Thursday and Friday off.

It was a relaxing week…much needed and much appreciated.

I think that when Monday comes, we will all feel ready to tackle some hard-core learning.  Look out students…Mrs. AuburnChick made up your vocabulary tests, and they are doozies!

I love being the teacher!