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8 Weeks To Go

I spent last week putting the finishing touches on a couple of assignments.  I turned in my electronic portfolios (all of my assignments on CDs) on Friday.  Yay!

I had planned on enjoying my last day of freedom; however, my new classes were posted online Friday afternoon, so I got right down to work downloading all of the class documents.

Joy.

Not.

On Saturday, I officially began my final term of EPI classes.

I’ve gotta say that getting up at o’dark thirty was a little easier with that fact in mind.

As I walked to my first class, I passed a door that said “Instructional Strategies.”  That was my first class from my first term, and it was a bear, let me tell you.

I will admit that I smiled.

I also felt some empathy for the people entering that door.

My first class was Classroom Management.  There is a core group of us who started this program in January, and we greeted each other warmly.  I think we’ll forever be tied together because of this stressful experience.

We all agreed that we were much happier in the current classroom rather than the Instructional Strategies.

My second class was Diversity, and I had the same instructor as one of my field experience classes last term.  She’s the director of the program, uber professional, but very easy to relate to. 

This class consisted of us “veterans” as well as the “rookies” from the other class.

Their eyes were glazed over.

I remember my first Saturday class. 

My eyes had the same look.

My veteran classmates and I tried to assuage their fears…all while telling them to say goodbye to their families and hobbies.

This class will probably be my easiest with a mere eight assignments (one per week).

After lunch at Panera with some of my classmates, I returned for my third class – Problem Based Learning.

Oh.

My.

Word.

This is going to be a beast of a class.

My instructor is one I had my first term, and I absolutely adore her (thank goodness).  She reads her email constantly and responds quickly…even on the weekends.  She even went out of her way to check out a question I had from a quiz during that first term (turns out that I was right and the test bank was wrong).

Problem based learning is where you take a problem/issue and work with students to create possible plausible solutions to that problem.  Everything is standards based, of course.

The example we worked with in class involved an influx of mosquitoes and their resistance to traditional programs to remove them…how would students solve this dilemma.

We will create a unit plan around our chosen “problem.”  We will create parts of the plan during each week of class.

It sounds easy, but there will be a lot of higher-order thinking going on.

Please say a prayer for me.  I am feeling a bit stressed right now.  One of the hardest parts is thinking of an idea that has enough depth to accompany the rest of the course’s requirements.  I am going to have to be very forward thinking with the end goal in mind so that I select my problem wisely.

Still, I know that God will get me through.

Folks…I am eight weeks away from being finished!  There’s light at the end of the tunnel!  Woo Hoo!

Mother’s Day 2011

While I was getting ready for church this morning, Chicky and Rooster knocked on my bathroom door.

They wished me a Happy Mother’s Day and presented me with these…

Earrings

And…

Matching bracelet

Chicky told me that she had spent 45 minutes in the jewelry section of Kohl’s…trying to pick out something I would like.  She did a great job!

To top things off, she and Rooster paid for these gifts themselves!  That really touched my heart because they are poor teenagers.  I know how important every penny is to them.

After going to church together, we spent the rest of the afternoon chilling.

What a great Mother’s Day!

Week 36 of Teaching

This week, I could tell that my students were really getting antsy for summer vacation.  I had a hard time keeping my 6th graders focused.  Somehow grammar wasn’t as captivating as usual (said sarcastically, of course).

When I got to school on Monday, this is what I saw…

Someone had been busy over the weekend!  It was a thoughtful gesture for the seniors.

On Monday, my 10-12th graders turned in research projects.  I required them to research a social injustice and a person who fought against that injustice.  They then created PowerPoint presentations.  It took about three days to finish with the presentations.

The topics included Malcolm X, Helen Keller, women’s suffrage in England, women’s suffrage in America, abolition (Frederick Douglass and Harriet Beecher Stowe), and Apartheid.  Students did an excellent job, and I was very impressed!

On Tuesday, students worked on their final exam projects and discussion questions for The Seventeen Second Miracle book…

On Wednesday, my 9th grade students turned in their research projects – posters that incorporated the research they had done about their respective social issues and activists.

On Wednesday, we also had our final Seventeen Second Miracle discussion.  Overall, students enjoyed the book.  Though it was predictable in places, the message was good and will stick with most of the kids.

Thursday was a very special day.  Last week, my favorite radio station was hosting a fundraiser for tornado victims in Alabama.  The wheels in my head started turning, and I came up with an idea…

The kids were very excited.  I’ve heard them complain about the school’s uniform more than a few times.  They were excited to donate money (this school is very service-oriented) while being allowed to wear something different.

By the time we collected and counted the money, we had raised $350!  While that may not seem like a lot, you have to consider that there are only 104 students at my school.  I would say that between 50 and 75% of them participated.  Many students gave extra money.  Teachers dropped in money as well.

The fundraiser coincided with another fun event…field trip day.

After school on Thursday, students climbed aboard a charter bus and departed for Six Flags in Atlanta.

What did that mean for Friday?

Hardly any students!

Whoop Whoop!

I was grateful for the quiet day.  I finished grading the research projects and got my room ready for the next week.

Thus ended the week.

Next week will be a bit crazy as my students turn in their final exam projects (I decided to do things a week early) and I grade them, while trying to manage my very hectic first week of new EPI classes.

Still…I am one more week closer to the end of the school year!  Woo hoo!

Welcome Home, Chicky!

Chicky got a warm welcome when she returned home from college last night…

Chicky's bedroom door

Fresh flowers in her room

Chicky's sink

Little Girl to Little Lady

Ten months ago, I traveled across the state to take Chicky to college.

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as I bade goodbye to my little girl.  You might remember when I wrote about that day.

The first few weeks were very difficult as I adjusted to the void that her absence left.

She, however, was having the time of her life.

Immediately upon her arrival at Southeastern, she was surrounded by older soccer teammates who quickly took her under their wings.

I was able to attend a few of her soccer games, and with every visit, I sensed her growing in confidence and maturity.

Thanks to Facebook, I watched, through photographs, as she demonstrated this new found confidence through her posture and the clothes she wore.

A mama doesn’t miss much, you see.

Her trip home for Christmas break was not without its troubles.  We had to set up some ground rules.  She was used to coming and going as she pleased.  I was used to having teenagers home by 11.

When she came home for Spring Break, things had gotten better.  I sensed a mutual respect growing between us.  I noticed more changes in her.  For instance, she was sporting a new hair color.

Apparently, girls in college like to experiment with hair dye.

Yes, my tomboy daughter had been delving into very girlie indulgences.

During Spring Break, Chicky shared her plans for the future.

She started the registration process for the local community college.  She’s going to take three classes this summer.  The education program at Southeastern is intense, and she’s going to need to earn a lot of credits to finish, so she wants to take a few classes at home during the summers.

I admire her for looking ahead.  A lot of kids her age just don’t have a clue and prefer to live life by the seat of their pants.

Not my Chicky.

Chicky came home for Easter weekend.

That was when we gifted her the car the Mr. had bought her a few weeks before…

She was thrilled to finally have her own vehicle.  She even washed it over the weekend.

While she was working on the car, I was working in my flower bed, and she commented, “Mama, I’m so glad I didn’t get a car when I turned 16.  I appreciate it so much more now.”

It was another sign of maturity.

My family went out to eat after attending church on Easter.  During the car ride, Chicky gave me suggestions for activities I could do with my sixth graders.  She had been doing a bit of student teaching through the Junior League down south.  She also took one or two education classes this past semester.

We had fun comparing notes about our classes and experiences.

We had finally found common ground.

In fact, after returning to school, Chicky, who rarely calls just to “chat,” called me to share the ideas she and a group in one of her classes had for the lesson plan they had to write for their final exam.

Our conversation was the most normal kind you could imagine a mother and a daughter having.

While this may seem insignificant to most people, it means the world to me.

Chicky and I have had a few issues over the years.  I am hoping that this is the beginning of the end of them…the beginning of healing and the creation of a new relationship.

Last weekend, Chicky attended the college’s sports banquet.

It was quite the fancy shindig.  The girls on the soccer team dressed to the nines, and that included Chicky.

Teresa, the coach’s wife (and photographer extraordinaire) took pictures of the girls.  I chuckled when I saw them sporting soccer cleats with their fancy outfits…

Chicky had called me and told me that she had been nominated for an award.  Neither of us expected her to actually receive it.

She’s only a Freshman, after all.

She called me after the ceremony was over.

She’d been given the award.

Actually, she’d received three awards that evening:  Best Defender, Queen of Spring, and MVP.

These awards were voted on by her teammates…her peers.

I was humbled.  I think she was too.

It was the culmination of a fantastic first year of college.

When I rode away from Chicky last August, I never imagined that she would grow and change so much over the course of such a short period of time.

It seems that, in the blink of an eye, Chicky has been transformed from a little girl to a little lady…

…A little lady who can make a pair of cleats and a fancy dress look like the latest fashion craze.

I love you, Chicky!

May Day Wednesday Hodgepodge

It’s time for the Wednesday Hodgepodge!  I have found this weekly meme to be extremely addicting.  Actually, reading everyone’s responses to the questions is addicting.  It’s fun to discover others who answer in the same weird way as me.  I’ve actually made a few good friends!!  Thanks, Joyce, for hosting.  Go on over and make a connection…link up…so you can have lots of friends like me.  LOL

1.  Have you ever been served breakfast in bed?  Do you enjoy that?  If someone were serving you breakfast in bed this coming weekend, what would you hope to see on the tray?

I honestly cannot remember being served breakfast in bed.  Perhaps the kids did it once many years ago.  If someone were to serve me breakfast this weekend, I would hope to see a big bowl of fruit on the tray.  I’ve been eating a vegan diet since December, so I don’t eat sugared pastries or other regular breakfast foods.

2.  What is one piece of advice you would give to a new mother?

One piece of advice I would give to a new mother is to stay involved in your children’s lives, even when they get older and tell you they don’t need or want you.  I will never regret the hours upon hours upon hours I spent taking my daughter to/from soccer practices and traveling back and forth to tournaments across the state and country.  I will never regret attending nearly every single football and soccer game just to take thousands (I do not exaggerate) pictures of Rooster playing in the band and Chicky motoring across the soccer field to catch opponents (she nearly always caught them too).

Chicky is playing soccer in college now, and she doesn’t even argue when we tell her that we’ll be there on such-and-such a weekend to watch her play.  Rooster obligingly poses for pictures at academic awards.

Time goes by too quickly NOT to be involved.

3.  When was the last time you wanted to scream?

I last wanted to scream during one of my classes yesterday.  When children refuse to do what you tell them…over and over…well, it’s enough to make you want to pull out your hair and scream in a hissy fit.

4.  Can you hula hoop?

I have no idea if I’ve still got swing in my hips.  But, my church has been celebrating its 100-year anniversary, and every month, it’s celebrating one decade.  This month, we’ll be remembering the 50’s, and hula hoop contests will be in order.  I’ll find out if I can still hula hoop then.

5.  What is something that people do in traffic that really bothers you?

People who weave in and out of traffic just to save a few seconds really irk me.  Seriously, will it kill you to stay behind one car for longer than one traffic light?  Chances are great that I’m gonna beat you in the long run.  Murphy’s Law.

6.  What do you do when people don’t admit they’re wrong?

I’ve found that saying, ever so sweetly, “If you say so” lets people know that I don’t believe them, but I’m allowing them to think I do.  It’s Southern sarcasm at its finest.

7.  What is the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “fun”?

The first thing that comes to mind is bar hopping on a Friday night after a grueling week of classes.

If you believe that, then I have some land to sell you.

😉

Seriously…I live in a beach town, so I automatically think of the beach.  Now, does that mean that I go to the beach regularly?  Nope.  But, we have a very nice outdoor mall on the beach, and I love the breeze and salty air.  I love sitting on a bench outside of Borders, reading a knitting magazine, and enjoying the beach air.  That is my idea of fun.

8.  My Random Thought

How weird is this.  Chicky called me yesterday to tell me that she wasn’t sure she was going to get a lifeguarding job she had applied for.  Why?  Well, here’s where things get strange.  Apparently, there was another applicant with Chicky’s name. 

Can you believe it?  Two Chicky’s in Podunk, USA?

But nobody knew this…at first.

Somehow, some of her paperwork was lost, so when the person who is screening applicants presented her application to the review board, her information was incomplete, making her look bad.  So, the screener sent the other Chicky an email letting her knew she was tentatively being offered the job.  The only problem was that he sent the email to MY Chicky, who was thrilled and proceeded to jump through all of the hoops…scheduling a physical and drug test.  She couldn’t access a certain website that the person had given her the link for, and that’s when the screener started putting two and two together.

So, at this point, she doesn’t think she’ll get the job.  The screener is trying to go back through the gagillion emails to find the one she sent with her original documents as proof that she did, in fact, submit everything in a timely manner.  If he can find it, he’s going to recommend her for the job.

To make matters worse, this is a government agency.

If you read yesterday’s post, you know that I am not exactly pleased with governmental agencies right now.

Would you mind saying a prayer for MY Chicky?  She desperately needs to earn money for college as I am too broke paying back that stupid overpayment (see yesterday’s post) to help her out financially.

How Difficult Is It…

…to type the numbers 40?

Seriously.

Why am I all aflutter about two itsy bitsy numbers?

Well, you’ll have to allow me to explain.

First of all, in case you haven’t figured out by now, nothing in my life is easy.

Seriously.

I mean, I couldn’t even wind a simple hank of yarn last night without encountering major yarn spit and about twelve dozen knots.  It took me almost three hours to wind 100g of the stuff.

Ugh.

You’d think that writing a check and sending it in to pay a bill would be simple.

Not for this girl.

My mama always told me I liked to do things the hard way.

Maybe she was actually right about something after all (it only took me 41 years to admit this).

Here’s the deal.

You might remember that last summer, I had some trouble getting my unemployment checks.  For whatever reason, the state agency that doles out the money simply quit sending my checks.

It took me half of the summer to get it straightened out, but I finally got my money.

I was incredibly relieved that I didn’t have to walk the beach with a metal detector trying to scrape together enough change to pay my bills.

I jest.

Sort of.

Well, in August, the governmental powers-that-be decided that I had been overpaid and, in fact, owed THEM $604.00

Yeah…as in hundreds of dollars.

I cried.

I prayed.

I appealed the determination.

I lost.

Life sucked.

By then, I had started working as a teacher, but my pay is very, very tiny.

I’m not exaggerating.

To illustrate, I can just tell you that the place where Chicky will be life guarding this summer pays more per hour than what I am making.

Take a moment to feel sorry for me.

Ok.

Moment’s up.

I love my job, I really do.  I am also grateful for the salary, however small it is.

Now, let’s resume the story.

After I lost my appeal, I was told that I could pay back the overpayment in monthly increments of 10% of the original finding.

$60.40.

And so I began writing the checks.

I loathe writing these checks.  I feel that the determination was made unfairly.  I had to put another bill on deferrment just to pay this.

It sucks.

To make things worse, a couple of weeks ago, I received another letter from the same agency informing me that they had determined that I owed an additional $100 for more overpayment.

Seriously?

I cried again.

I just didn’t get it.  There was no further explanation, and I dared not call in fear of them deciding to take my children’s future earnings to pay for some fabricated finding.

So, with this bad attitude lurking in the recesses of my mind, I checked the mail on Saturday.

It was my monthly statement.

I noticed that the notation for Last Payment Received indicated that I had paid $60.00.

Ok…this was not good.

I pulled out my check register and saw that I had written down $60.40.  To be safe, I checked my account online.

It would seem as if the check cleared for the full amount…$60.40.

I was not happy.

That led me to wonder about my previous payments.

Guess what?

Two checks have cleared for $60.00 instead of the $60.40 that I had written them for.

How do I know this?  Well, because in this day of technology, I can see copies of my checks right there on my bank’s website.

Now, at this point, I didn’t know who to blame…my bank or the not-so-smart agency.

Naturally, I vented my anger at the agency, so I printed out the copies of my checks, stapled them to this month’s payment, in which I think I might have bolded the numbers “40,” and added a “personal” message that advised them to properly enter payment amounts.

I also felt it my duty to inform the agency that I was tired of being nickeled and dimed.

So there.

Yesterday, I called my bank just to make sure I wasn’t going to have to eat my words.

The representative I spoke with assured me that the agency’s employees had keyed in my payment incorrectly.

I felt vindicated.

Good thing.  My payment and note had already been posted in the mail.

I asked my bank to reissue payment for the missing check amounts.

Call me stubborn, but I refuse to write a check for the $1.20 the agency “thinks” I haven’t paid.

The agency’s bank can talk to my bank.

I have decided, henceforth, that I will never file for unemployment again.  It was a blessing, for a while, but it’s quickly turned into a nightmare.

All because someone doesn’t know how to enter numbers properly.

9 Weeks To Go

And then there were nine…nine weeks of EPI left, that is.

With all of my assignments completed, I enjoyed a week off.

It was nice to feel human again.

It was nice to not have to force my brain to operate at a level worthy of a aerodynamic engineer or some high-falootin’ thinking position like that.

In other words, I completely vegged out.

Until Thursday.

I had been keeping up with my Angel (online classroom) account…checking for feedback on the assignments I had completed, when I read someone’s posting about making a 77% on her collaborative lesson plan.

Huh?  How’d she know what she made?

I quickly went hunting.

The instructor had been hard at work the afternoon before, and I had somehow missed her update.

I cautiously ventured over to see what I had made.

An 84.

I was not thrilled.

I like my A’s.

I read the feedback, drew blanks (my mind was in a vegetative state, if you remember), tried to call my friend, Jane, who completed the EPI program last year, and then went into resubmit mode.

In other words, I completely ignored my family again.

I made revisions and resubmitted.

I’m still awaiting feedback.  This instructor allows students one chance to fix mistakes.

Thank goodness.  It’s better than not getting a second chance at all.

And that, in a nutshell, was my week.

I have one more week until this term is over.  New classes begin on Saturday.

Oh.

Joy.

On the downside, it’s going to be one of the most difficult terms I’ve had thus far.

On the upside, it’s going to be my final term.

Silver linings, people.

One other silver lining?

I have five days left of vegging out.

If you need me, you’ll find me on the couch, in front of the TV, watching mindless shows.

No, not really.

I’m trying to finish reading the book Dracula.

I’m also considering starting a new knitting project.

Details to come…

Nine weeks from now.

LOL

Beautiful Things

This morning at church, we sang the song Beautiful Things.

Let me tell you that my church’s praise band always does an amazing job with this song, and today was no different.

As we sang the song, I couldn’t help but think about the victims of the recent string of tornadoes that hammered their way through the Southeast.

Being from Alabama, my heart was especially touched by the devastating losses incurred by my fellow Southerners.

Coincidentally, or not so if you believe, as I do, that God ordains everything, my church’s pastors had planned a new series of sermons titled “Wounded World.”

Oh yes…God is working, my friends.

And so, while the victims of the tornadoes are left to pick up the fragmented pieces of their lives and, in the process, mourn the loss of loved ones who died because of this natural disaster, God is still in their midst.

The God who raised His Son from the dead is working to make beautiful things from their shattered lives.

Please…listen to the following song (lyrics follow).  Praise God for such times as these.  He will be glorified by the drawing together of His people to help one another.  My prayer is that people will, most importantly, be drawn to a closer relationship with the one and only God who displayed His ultimate power and mercy by sending His Son to die for us.


Beautiful Things
Gungor

All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us