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We All Need Our Outlets

Angry Birds, how I do love thee…

Except when I get stuck for three weeks on a certain level.

But oh how sweet is the joy that exists when at last you are conquered…

Hug-Fest!

As you know, I’ve been off this week.

I kept myself busy on Monday and Tuesday.

This morning, I almost decided to take Rooster to school in my robe, but at the last minute, I pulled on a sweatshirt, jeans, and a random pair of flip flops.  I figured nobody would be seeing me, so who cared.

After dropping off Rooster in the car loop, I made a last-second decision to park the car.  I was on a mission…to find a movie version of The Scarlet Letter.

Rooster’s high school has been very generous in helping me out, so off I trudged to the media center.

I got the okay from one of the school employees to take a look in the room that houses the movies.

On my way across the library, I saw Chicky and Rooster’s English teacher from last year (although in different grades, both were fortunate to have the same teacher).  I stopped to say ask how she was doing, and she told me, in a semi-panicked voice, that her child was ill, and she was looking for a sub.

I had told the ladies in the office that I would welcome the opportunity to sub this week as a way to spend time with the kids who are near and dear to my heart and as a way to earn a few extra dollars.

So, hearing the teacher’s response, I told her that my subbing credentials were still in order.

She asked, “Don’t you have to work today?”

She knows that I have my own teaching job because I had approached her for assistance.

“Nope,” I responded.  “I’m off this week.  Do you want me to sub for you?”

Her face instantly transformed to one of relief.

My heart filled with joy.

It was a God-thing.

I asked for a bit of time to run back home and change my clothes.  Because I live next to the school, this was not a big deal.  It gave her a chance to get her first class settled and for her to write instructions for me.

I was excited when I saw her students.  I recognized quite a few.  Many were from the teacher’s class that I subbed in for a month in January.

You could not have wiped the smile from my face.

Second period was a repeat of the first one.  As the students entered the room, their faces lit up.

They were genuinely happy to see me.

The feeling was mutual.

Next, I had planning, followed by lunch.  I was able to run home and create a vocabulary test for one of my classes.  I am using every spare minute to get things made up for the weeks leading up to Christmas.  It is my hope that I will be able to focus on teaching, reviewing, and Christmas shopping, rather than test-making, printing, and copying.  Those tasks really eat into a teacher’s week!

After lunch, I returned for fourth period.  The school is on a block schedule, so there are four 90-minute classes.  Personally, I love the schedule.  Teachers have three classes and a planning.  It’s divine.

Anyhoo…I digress…

Fourth period consisted of tenth graders…my 9th graders from last year.

Oh.

My.

Word.

Their smiles were, if it’s possible, BIGGER than the other classes’.

One of my students was so happy to see me that she added the following under my name on the board…

Do you see that little tag line?

Bestill my beating heart.

I love that girl.

No.  I’m serious.  I really do.

We have a very special connection.

Her dad, who is also a sub, sat with Chicky after she was in a fender bender.  At the time, I didn’t know who he was, but one day, I was in the front office helping out, and he came to check out his daughter.

When I heard him speak her name, I introduced myself.  When he heard my name, he asked if Chicky was my daughter.

We put two and two together, and BINGO.  There was that connection.

It was such a great day.

I have missed these students.  Many have grown taller.  I have seen a few of them at various school functions, and they have always inquired about when I would be subbing for them again.

This is my only opportunity this year to sub.  My school’s Spring schedule follows the public school schedule.

God is so gracious and so kind by allowing me this opportunity.

The best thing is that I get to go back tomorrow.

Getting paid to be with students I love…it’s a tough way to make a living, but somebody’s gotta do it!

Wednesday Hodgepodge

I love Joyce’s Wednesday Hodgepodge!  If you want to play, post the questions with your own answers on your blog and then link back on her blog!  Easy as pie!

1. What is the most amazing weather you’ve ever seen?
This might seem weird, but being in the path of a hurricane (let’s say a mild one) provides you with opportunities to witness the most amazing weather.  I’ve ridden out a few hurricanes throughout the twenty years I’ve lived in Florida.  I remember times when we would open the front door and stand outside and watch the weather.  It takes your breath away at the power of nature.  I know that this power brings destruction, but there is a part of it that is quite beautiful, and it is awe-inspiring.  It is incredible to know that this power is but a pinky-full of what God has.

2. What is a sound or noise you love?
I absolutely love the sound of my children laughing.  I love sitting in the den and listening to Rooster laugh as he plays his Xbox.  One of the things I miss most now that Chicky is in college is her hearty laugh after a good joke.

3. Do you like seafood? What’s your favorite seafood dish?
What a question!  I live on the Gulf Coast.  Of course I like seafood!!  There is a place on the beach that sells baked oysters with mozzarella cheese on top.  I place each oyster on a cracker and add a dab of hot sauce.  Oh.  My.  Word.  I cannot even tell you how delicious this dish is!!

4. What part of your day requires the most patience?
Hmmm…I am a teacher.  At the beginning of the school year, I would have answered that my class period before lunch is most trying (my 6th graders), but I’ve finally understood how to teach that class.  So now, my most trying time is the period after lunch, when I have my 9th graders.  There are a couple of students in that class who really try my patience.  This is a class of students that struggles academically, and I get frustrated because no matter what I do, I can’t seem to reach them.  I am praying that God provides a unique, out-of-the-box approach so that I can be a more effective teacher to this group.

5. What’s your favorite shade of blue?
I love Cornflower Blue.  It was always my favorite in the crayon box, and I always used it up first.

6. Do people underestimate you?
Yes, I do believe that people underestimate me.  I wasn’t hired for a teaching position at a school I really wanted to be at.  The reason I was given was “lack of experience.”  I was fortunate to have been hired by a smaller private school, and it is already evident that I am having an impact on my students.  I am also a petite gal, so administrators often assume that I will be bowled over by the teenagers I teach.  Not so.  I carry all 5’2″ of my body with a confidence that lets kids know that I’m in charge.
So yes.  In a nutshell, I do feel underestimated.  But surprising people is one of the sweetest rewards.

7. When was the last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
The last time I had real butterflies in my stomach was the first day of school.  Being a first-year teacher at the age of 40 is scary!

8. Insert your own random thought here, and remember…I have a wooden spoon and I’m not afraid to use it.

Ok.  Here’s my random question.
How do food shows such as Iron Chef justify spending enormous amounts of money on a cooking competition when there are billions of starving people in the world?
I love “reality” TV…don’t get me wrong.  But sometimes when I watch shows like The Next Iron Chef, I am blown away by the wasteful spending.  The food these cooks prepare is EXPENSIVE!  Meanwhile, I live in my home and prepare chicken, which is the only meat I will buy right now because it’s so cheap at Sam’s.
This just frustrates me.  I don’t see why shows won’t take that money and give it to a food bank or a soup kitchen.
How’s that for a random thought?

Black Ops Gets Taken Hostage

I had a little Facebook conversation with Rooster today.  I thought you might enjoy reading it.

Me, posting on his wall:

Know what? I love you!! ♥

Him:

I’m at school… on my phone… gonna ground me??

Me:

Yep. You know better, oh child of mine. Guess I will have to take Black Ops hostage!

Him (via a friend, supposedly):

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!111!!!11!!! LEAVE BLACK OPS ALONE!

So, I did what every good mother does in this situation…

I uploaded this picture…

I also included this caption:

Eat your heart out, Rooster.

I then proceeded to upload one more picture, in case he didn’t get the message with the first one…

My caption for this one went like this:

Rooster, you’ll be lucky if you can pry the game out of my hands now! You were right…this IS an addicting game!

This got a response out of him:

You aren’t even playing… you are at the main menu.

Me:

Like, duh. You totally locked me out or something. I pressed every combination of buttons possible. But it was a fun ten minutes!!

BTW, get off of your phone NOW. I’ll call the school myself and report you.

Which prompted a response from one of his friends:

hahahahahahahhahaahahahahaha she got you good

I didn’t hear back from him after that.

When I picked him up from school, he was laughing.

I got him…real good.

But, he got the last laugh.  It turns out that not only was I using the controller with dead batteries (hence a big reason why the game wouldn’t work), but I also had the headset on backwards.

I’m such a dork sometimes.

I Interrupt Your Eid Break To Bring You This Message

Disclaimer: This message goes out to my 11th and 12th grade students (but all others are free to read as well).

Guys.  While I hope you are having a wonderful time on your break, you would do well to heed the following advice.

Complete your assignments on time.

I realize this is a holiday for you, but need I remind you that you are still attending your college classes and should, thus, still be in the routine of doing school work?

That said, let me reiterate the things we have going on right now:

Blogging

You are required to blog two times per week.  The week runs Monday through Sunday (midnight).  You may NOT blog twice in one day, unless you plan on blogging a third time on another day.  The point of this assignment is to think creatively throughout the week.

Remember…this is a TEST grade.  I do not grade on mechanics (spelling, punctuation, etc.).  You get a 100 for simply writing two decent posts (each post is worth 50 points).

It is not acceptable to wait until Sunday night at 11:55pm and hope that your blog is going to get posted in time.  It won’t, most likely.  What if the web site has issues?  What if your hard drive crashes?  Don’t wait!  Posts that hit Internet Land after 12am on Monday will be considered one of your required posts for the new week; hence, you will not get credit for them for the week prior.  Remember, each post counts as 50 points.  That’s not chump change guys.

Let me just remind you…this is a TEST grade.

Also remember that there are scholarships available to post-secondary students who write blogs.  That’s YOU in a couple of years!  You’re laying the groundwork for possibly not eating Ramen Noodles during your college years!  Hence, you should take this seriously.

The Scarlet Letter

Don’t forget that chapters 13-18 must be read by Monday.  You will have a vocabulary test on words from these chapters on Tuesday.

In addition, you have a literary analysis essay that you need to be giving serious thought to.  The rough draft is due on December 6th.

So, as you can see, you have a lot of work to do.

Please, don’t make me irritable.  Do your work in a timely fashion.  I will be making your final exam this week, so let’s keep Mrs. AuburnChick happy.

Remember that I love you, and I only want what’s best for you.

P.S.  If you read this, make sure you pass along the info to your friends.  Get them to read it too.  No, I’m not trying to build up my stats.  I just want to keep everyone in the loop, even though we have discussed the above items NUMEROUS times already in class.

P.P.S.  I really do love you.

Week 15 of Teaching

Week 15 began, and I had a lot planned…

Though I was eager to put into motion the plans I had prepared, my first and second period classes had to wait.  We had a field trip…my first as a teacher!

My school district had obtained a grant to bring in Doc Brown, a renowned speaker in corporate and education circles…

Doc Brown was in town to talk to local students about bullying.

He was dynamic and held the audience spellbound.

His “Real Talk” made real sense, and my students are still talking about him.

When we got back to school, I still had three classes to teach.

I started working on similes with my 6th graders, and I also gave them their new vocabulary words…

We also started working on flash cards…a studying skill that I hoped would help them improve their grades…

My 9th and 10th graders worked on grammar.  Joy, joy.

I can honestly say that I despise participles after the last couple of weeks of working on them.  In fact, I spent a good portion of Monday evening studying how to teach participles.  It was an exercise in frustration, and I felt badly for my students.

Tuesday reared its head a little too early for my taste.  I gave pop quizzes to my 11th and 12th graders.  They were not too pleased.  They had not read chapters 7-12 of The Scarlet Letter, and many of them did poorly.  It was difficult to have a discussion about these chapters with unread students.

I pushed through though.  I think they learned their lesson.

The rest of the day went by in a blur.  I honestly don’t remember much about it, so that’s probably a good thing.  I do, however, remember struggling through the verb lesson with my 10th graders.  I had not prepared the night before, and my lack of preparation showed through.  It was awful.

I think I learned my lesson.

On Wednesday, my students were greeted by this board…

Before classes started, I added a bit more information…

When my students came in, I handed out the following information packet…

The quiz to the right is what I gave out the day before

My students will be writing a literary analysis essay.  I am so glad it’s not me.  Those days of writing stunk to high heaven.  But, it’s a necessary evil and will help them on their journey toward college.

Although I had all of my seniors, I only had half of my juniors.  That’s three kids, folks.  One of my students asked me, “Mrs. AuburnChick, don’t you know about the 50% rule?  It’s where if 50% of the class is out, you don’t teach.”

Yeah.  Right.  That went over like a lead balloon (hey, a simile…where are my 6th graders??).

I told him, “Well, Principal R has the #1 rule…if there’s only one student, you teach.”

So, I taught…four chapters.  The students who were there benefited greatly.  The others who stayed home to study for college tests missed out.  Choices, choices.

My 6th graders came in with the flash cards I had assigned them to make.  They told me how helpful it had been to draw the pictures on them, stating that they had really had to think about the meanings of the words in order to figure out what to draw.

BINGO.

My 9th graders took a grammar test.  It was quiet in that class.  Yay!

My 10th graders faced this board…

“M” said the funniest thing:  “Mrs. AuburnChick, you studied for us.”

“Why would you say that?” I asked.

“Because you have stuff written on the board.”

I laughed.  He was right.  I had been at band practice the afternoon before, and for some reason, sitting in the middle of that loud music, the participle thing clicked in my brain.  It was awesome, and I was excited to pass along my enlightened thinking.

Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever had a difficult concept to learn.  I’m sure you have.

Remember how you pushed through, working and working, until you finally understood it?

That’s how it was with these verbs.  We got down and dirty in Grammar Land.  We used two different grammar books and worked and worked.

Finally, as we were working through one last exercise, everything came together.

It was one of the neatest “Aha” moments ever!

I looked at my students, and they looked at me, and in a flash, we all got it.

That was when “M” said the funniest thing:  “And we’re walking,” imitating Flo from the Progressive commercials…

What made this even funnier is that I’ve quoted Flo quite a few times.

“M’s” timing was perfect, and his classmate and I shared a hearty laugh.

It was one of those priceless moments and greatly relieved us of the stress we’d been feeling all week.

Thursday was Veteran’s Day…no school.

Friday, though, was one of my favorite days…

Oh sure, call me evil for enjoying vocabulary testing day.  I can’t help it.  I know how much the vocabulary is helping my students, even if they sometimes don’t know it.

And so the week ended.  We were all a little bit hyped up because we have a week-long break so that they can celebrate Eid, another Muslim holiday.  I didn’t leave them completely homework-free, though.  That will happen over Christmas break, which coincides with the end of the second nine weeks.

Before I left for the day, I got everything ready for the Monday we come back…

Although I won’t be in my classroom during the break, I’ll be putting in some serious hours at home in preparation for the final push toward the end of the term.  I hope my students use the break wisely and get their reading done.

Week 15 is officially a wrap.  Woo Hoo!

What a Week!

I’m not quite ready to blog about my latest week in teaching because I am exhausted from my non-teaching activities!

High school soccer season officially started a week and a half ago.

I eagerly drove to the first girls’ game, even though it was raining cats and dogs.

I was eager to see “my” girls and the parents.

I went home that night wet from the knees down but happy as a lark.

The girls had an away game a few days later, but I chose not to go because I had a lot of work to do at home.  I also had a band booster meeting to attend.  I guess that’s the advantage of not having a child on the team.

However, I did go to the next home game, which was on Wednesday night.  The girls were playing one of their former arch enemies.

We beat the team soundly.

It was a little strange to see the girls huddled after the game.  My Chicky wasn’t there anymore.  In fact, someone else is now sporting her number.

Time moves on, and I am happy for that.

On Thursday, I attended two more games.  I made sure to arrive in time for the JV game.  I wanted to take pictures.

I don’t know why, but I cannot seem to separate myself from my camera when attending such events.  I think it’s because I want to make sure every child gets photographed so they will be included in the slide show at the end of the season.

Both teams won their games, and I walked off the field satisfied.

On Friday night, I attended the last football game of the season.  I was eager to see the half-time show, which the band had only been practicing for two weeks.

It was different from the show that was presented during FBA (band competition).

Because I had been at practice on Tuesday, I knew that it was going to be good.  One of the school’s teachers used to be in FAMU’s famous marching band, and she had choreographed part of the routine.

During the game, I almost didn’t care what was going on down on the field.  It was half time that I cared about.

I, along with most of the band parents, walked to the other side of the stadium (we were the guests) with five minutes left in the first half.  I managed to find a prime spot to stand so I could take pictures.

The show began.

Oh.

My.

Word.

The ride the band took us on was better than Disney’s wildest ride.

I screamed like I was on Space Mountain.

It was thrilling…especially the part where the players collapsed on the field and were resuscitated by the beat of the drum…

See, the crowd had assumed that the show was over.

But the best was still to come.

As the band members were “revived,” they sat up, to the beat of the drum, and bounced their way, in a sitting position, around to face the crowd.

Then, they played the rest of the song they had been playing when they had “passed out.”

They collapsed one final time.

It was magnificent!

Because the game was against a cross-town rival, it was especially satisfying.

Although we lost the football game, our band out-played the other school’s.

I took a bit of video from the drumline’s sequence…

Rooster’s hands are the ones right in the front of the video.

Because it was the last game, the band director allowed the band to play in the stands an extra thirty minutes after the final whistle blew.

The parents went nuts.  We were all dancing, and many of us had our camera out.

Rooster and I left, both pumped up with adrenaline.

I told Rooster that I felt as good as I ever did watching one of Chicky’s soccer games.

I stayed up until 2am culling through the nearly 2400 pictures I had taken.

Yeah.  I’m hard-core.

I must have been exhausted, because I slept until 12pm today.

What did I do when I got up?

I attended two more soccer games…boys games.

I’m crazy.

I know.

I took another 1700 pictures.

I wonder if people think I’m a little weird going to games in which my children are not playing.

I suspect that people may feel sorry for me, assuming that I’m hanging onto the past.

I’m not.

What drives me?

A love for the kids, simply put.

I never, in a million years, would have guessed how tight the bonds would be between me and the kids that I’ve come to know over the last few years.

I love watching them grow up, mature, and gain confidence in themselves.

Be it band or soccer…these kids are finding themselves and discovering who they are in respect to the rest of society.

I am so thankful to be able to be a part of this.

It sure does make for a crazy week though!

A Fresh Perspective on Veteran’s Day

Today is Veteran’s Day. It is the day set aside to honor all of the Americans who fought for this country’s freedom. It is also a time when we give thanks to those currently serving in the armed forces.

I’ve got to admit that I’ve been a bit lackadaisical in the way I’ve observed this holiday.

Oh sure…I have always had the day off.  But, after giving the obligatory “thanks,” I’ve focused more on the fact that I could sleep in or catch up on household stuff.

Today was different.

Rooster’s high school band was playing in a local Veteran’s Day parade, so we had to be downtown by 8am.

Oy, but it was hard to crawl out of bed at 6:40.

I dropped him off at the meeting point and drove down to where the parade would end, parking my car there. I then hauled my 40-year-old self back to the original location…a distance of a mile.

This doesn’t sound like it’s very far, but when you’re old like me (at least according to the kids) and out of shape, it can seem like five miles.

I hoofed it and arrived with plenty of time to spare.

Then, I waited while the kids warmed up. I I do love hearing the band play.

We lined up and adorned ourselves with the beaded necklaces that the school’s principal had brought to us.

We were festive looking.

Before I knew it, we were hitting the road. I walked on one side of the band, keeping my steps timed with the line I was walking beside.

As we made our way down the parade route, I was impressed with the number of people…young and old…who had showed up. Nearly everyone waved American flags.

It was the older people who got me the most. I have watched a lot of historical documentaries. It was easy for me to imagine them serving aboard naval carriers or walking the forests of Vietnam.

They applauded as the students played patriotic songs.

Probably the neatest section of the trip was the shopping district downtown. It was here where the crowds were the thickest. Between the crowds and the taller buildings, the music and cheering became magnified.

It was very moving.

I can only imagine what it must have been like in the days immediately after WWI and WWII had ended…when soldiers came home. I have seen pictures of the ticker-tape parades. What joy must have swelled the hearts of all who attended.

Participating in today’s parade made me see things in a different light, and for that I am very grateful. I now understand why people turn out for events such as these.

We should take every opportunity to remember and honor those who unselfishly give their time and, often, their lives so that others can enjoy the freedoms promised in the Constitution.

Thank you, Veterans.  May God bless you and your families.

Wednesday Hodgepodge

So, the Random Dozen is no more; however, Joyce decided that she liked answering random questions each week, so she devised her own meme, which I think I will participate in. 

This gives my brain a break…at least one day a week.

The rules are simple.  She posts the questions on Tuesdays, you answer them.  There are only seven, but you add your own eighth random question…just to keep things interesting.

Post your answers on Wednesdays and visit her blog to link up with other bloggers!

So, thanks, Joyce, for keeping the randomness alive!

1.  Do you think you’re more like your mom or your dad?

I am like both of them.  I didn’t grow up knowing my dad, but I met him as an adult and was instantly drawn to his quirkiness.  In this way, I am like him.  My mom is weird, and I do not claim the weirdness gene at all (quirk is different from weird).  But, she is an extremely hard worker, which describes me to a “T.”

2.  Do you like roller coasters?

No.  I cannot STAND roller coasters!  When I was a young child, my dad (this was back when my mom allowed him to exercise his visitation rights) took my sister and me on a roller coaster.  You would think that a father would sit in the middle, thus protecting both girls, but noooo, he didn’t.  He sat on one end, and I sat at the other.  My sister, who was younger, sat in the middle.  I nearly fell off of the ride, and it scarred me for life.

3.  How did you name your blog and do you now wish you’d thought about it maybe another five minutes before you hit publish? Would you change your blog title if it were not a huge pain in the derriere? (French makes everything sound a little nicer doesn’t it?)

I created my blog in the spur of a moment, so little thought was given to the name.  I went with something very basic.  Had I to do it over, I do believe that I could have come up with something a bit more creative.  Oh well.

4.  What is the best wedding gift you received? Not married? Didn’t get any gifts? Then what is the best wedding gift you’ve given?

My favorite wedding gift was the Nintendo game console that my sister’s boyfriend’s family gave us.  I mentioned that I’d like one, kind of as a joke.  When the Mr. and I got home from our honeymoon, we found the gift waiting for us.  I was floored.  It was an expensive gift, but my sister had dated this guy for a while, and with it being a small town, people were close.

5.  What is the one bill you most hate to pay?

By far, I cannot stand paying my car payment.  It comes out of my check, and it is a huge hunk of it.  I have about seven more payments, and then I’m done.  I cannot wait.  Then, I’ll start using the money to pay back my student loan.  Oh.  Joy.

6.  Is the glass half full or half empty?

I remember one of my high school teachers drawing a picture of a half-filled glass, and she asked if we saw it as half-full or half-empty.  I answered half-full.  She later explained that this is a good way to judge how we view the world.  I was quite pleased with myself, for this is, indeed, how I do view the world.  I am not a negative person but see the potential in every situation.

7.  What is your favorite word? Okay okay. Calm down. How about one of your favorite words?

Chocolate.  Hands down.  I love chocolate.  What more do I need to say?

8.  My random question is this:  Why do parents make their children wear helmets while bike riding but then lead their children in the ride while not wearing their own helmets?  
What kind of example does this set?  Seriously?  Is safety more important for your child than yourself?

Rant is over.

Hop on over to Joyce’s corner of the world and say hello.  Visit other bloggers.  Make new friends. 

Chocolate Chip Cake

After seeing the picture of my delicious cake, someone requested the recipe.

So, I figured I would share it.  Credit goes to Sunshine’s Mom, who originally posted this on KnittingHelp.com.

Chocolate Chip Cake

Duncan Heinz Butter cake mix
1 small package Jello instant vanilla pudding
1/2 bar grated chocolate (I usually use German chocolate – it’s in a green package)
chocolate chips
1 cup oil
1 cup milk
4 eggs
A bundt pan

(Let me just say to start – grating the chocolate is the most time consuming part of this cake. I’ve found that using a zester instead of a grater works so much better. In any event, grate your chocolate first before doing anything else and you’ll be happy you did.)

With mixer, beat together cake mix, vanilla pudding, oil and eggs. Fold in grated chocolate. Put half of mixture into bundt pan, add enough chocolate chips to your liking, put rest of mixture on top (and maybe a few more chocolate chips?) Make sure chocolate chips are pushed into the top layer of cake mix. Lick the spoon, bowl and detach and lick the mixer blades, seriously. It’s that good.)

Bake at 350 deg. for an hour or until inserted knife or toothpick comes out clean. Let it cool in the bundt pan (I can’t stress this enough!). Once cool, tip over onto plate and cover with powered sugar if you wish.