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One-Sided Phone Conversations

Last night’s phone conversation with Chicky went something like this:

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“What’s up?”

“Just got home from the game.  I’m waiting for the shower.”

“Ok.  How was the game?”

“We won, 3-0.”

“Yes, I heard the first half wasn’t good.”

“No, we were a little lazy.”

“I heard that you hustled.  Did you have an assist?”

[insert a brief description of a possible assist]

“How’s your week looking?”

“Fine.  We leave on Thursday for games next weekend.”

“Good.”

“The shower’s free.  I’ve gotta go.”

“Ok. I love you.”

“Bye.”

That was it.

This is fairly typical.

I often wonder when the conversations will change…when they will become two-sided…a little about her and a little about me.

Call this selfish or indulgent if you want, but it would be nice to have this almost-adult child of mine express an interest in my life.

Sigh.

Hormonal?

Perhaps.

Still, the desire lingers on.

Maybe one day…

 

A Good Friend Will…

A good friend will spend her last day off before her private school begins its new year (not to mention a holiday) with a friend…helping her remove all of the books on the shelves in the classroom where she teaches reading…

A good friend will use the Dewey Decimal System that her unorganized friend printed from the internet to put the nonfiction books into neatly arranged sections, complete with labels on the shelves…

A good friend will spend FOUR hours of time that she could have been using to put the finishing touches on her own classroom to help the friend who she taught with last year place each piece of reading material in its perfect place, resulting in a more eye-appealing classroom library…

Thank you, Jane, for being that good friend.  Good luck to you, my dear, as you begin your second year of teaching.  Know that I love you and count myself blessed to have you in my life.  The students you teach this year are fortunate to have such a generous, selfless teacher…one who gives to all, willingly and sacrificially.  I love you!!

His Tender Side

Do you remember the blanket, hat, and booties that I made for Kat and Tyler?

Their baby girl was due on the 1st of September.

Shockingly for a first baby, Baby J arrived on her due date!

Rooster and I went by the hospital for a visit on Friday evening.

The room contained several visitors, and everyone was taking turns holding this precious poundage of love.  🙂

Imagine my surprise when my nearly six-foot, seventeen year old Rooster boy opened up his arms impatiently, indicating that he was ready to introduce himself to Baby J.

This boy has never held a newborn.

He knew nothing, I thought, about supporting a baby’s neck.

Dancing Girl, who was visiting at the time, gently handed J over to Rooster, who carefully sat in a chair.

I sat, enthralled, while this child of mine cradled that sweet little girl.

As she made little baby faces…sticking out her tongue in the process…Rooster imitated her, speaking gently to her in the process.

I snapped a photo, which I wish I could share with you.

Oh my gosh, but my heart was touched as I watched him interact with this wee one.

He loves Kat and Tyler.  He’s known Tyler for a number of years…way before there was a Kat in his life.

Tyler grew up in our church and returned to foster the kids in the youth group.

As Rooster has watched Tyler’s family grow, he has commented on how interesting it’s been to watch Tyler get married and, now, to have his own baby.

Thus, it was quite natural for him to transfer his love for this sweet, self-giving couple to their precious bundle of joy.

As I stood on the sidelines watching my own boy give his love so unselfishly, I was once again reminded how quickly time is flying by…how much my own child has grown in maturity.  I’ve always known that this boy of mine, whose teenage frustration rears its ugly head at times, has a tender side.

It wasn’t a far leap to imagine him, in a few years, cradling his own child.

It was a sweet moment for me.

A Great Second Week of School

A couple of you asked how my second day of school went.  Well, I thought I would give an update on the second week.

We began studying story elements, and I spent the majority of the week on “setting.”  The first couple of days were alright, but I could see that my students were bored.  Some were trying to sleep.  With 90-minute class blocks, the time can drag by.  It’s a teacher’s responsibility to keep the activities relevant and motivational.

I decided to step outside of the box a bit.  Before I got hired, the reading team had created a lesson study.  Basically, they planned out first six weeks of our classes.  This was good for me because I have been overwhelmed with the vast amount of things I have to learn during my transition to the public school system.

However, some of the activities have not been very interesting to my students.

One of the things I did to stress the importance of setting to a story was to cut out pictures from magazines.  I used one of them to model the exercise I was going to have my students complete on their own.

I taped the picture (after walking around and showing it to my students) to the board, and we wrote a story…incorporating the setting into our story.

Each class period wrote a completely different story because, of course, the students provided different ideas.

Here’s what my board looked like after one of my classes…

Next, I gave students their own pictures and paper.  They glued the pictures to the paper and began writing their stories, ensuring that they included all of the components of setting…time, place, environment, and mood.  I wound up using this as a summative assessment (I let the kids double-check their stories the next day to ensure they had included everything since they had not been given a heads up ahead of time).  This activity had followed a week of lessons, including a fun session of analyzing an excerpt from The Fall of the House of Usher.  Believe it or not, my students really enjoyed this dark Edgar Allen Poe bit of prose.

This week, I was reminded of how important it is to get the kids up and moving…conversing not only with me but with each other…about reading stuff, that is.  😉

Once I stepped outside of the box with my plans (i.e. visited the internet and did my own homework), they responded much better and tried to sleep less often.

It also helped when I got very strict in my classroom management.  Interestingly enough, managing 24 students is almost easier than the six I had in one particular class last year.

I am learning about my students’ various interests and connecting with them through those interests.  I LOVE seeing eyes light up when I ask specific questions or make comments that they can genuinely appreciate.

I ended the week by attending part of my school’s home game on Friday night.  Now, my students know that Rooster is attending Podunk High School…an in-town rival…so it meant a lot for them to see me wearing my school t-shirt yesterday and to hear that I would be attending the game.

I explained that the moment they step into my classroom, they become my children.  I feel a sense of ownership.  Thus, I want to support them in their endeavors.  I want my students to know that I genuinely care about them…first as, to put it simply, human beings.  I care tremendously about their academic successes as well.

It was a great second week of school!

Dear Mrs. AuburnChick…

Dear Mrs. AuburnChick,

My, how things changed over the weekend.

First, you fooled us into thinking we were going to be able to roll all over you.  I mean, I don’t understand why in the world you got bothered when a few of my classmates decided to start talking, non-stop, while you were teaching.

And this food and water-only rule?  Seriously?  What is up with that?  How come you won’t let me bring in my soda, get my sugar high, and come crashing down halfway through class.

Sheesh.  Some teachers are just no fun.

See, you started out being nice.

You smiled a lot, and you didn’t use too firm of a tone of voice.

And then the weekend happened…

And when I returned to school on Monday, I found a very different teacher in Room Blah Blah.

You turned…dare I say it…mean!!

I wasn’t allowed to sit with my besties…chatting them up about the weekend.

Oh no.  You put the kibosh on that, now didn’t you.  In fact, a lot of us found ourselves with reassigned seats…as if we really needed them.

Sheesh.

When I told you I was tired and tried to sleep during class, you told me, “No naps allowed,” and began to read to the class.

I mean…I seriously liked you better when you ran out of time and we didn’t get to the Read Aloud.

Gosh.  It’s almost as if you’ve been talking to other reading teachers or something…getting ideas from them.

Oh, and this “Let’s work on Friday” rule is really going to push me over the edge.

I mean…I’ve worked so hard all week, and so have you.  You really deserve the break.

But noooooo.  You say that every day…every minute, in fact…is important.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Good gravy, lady.  Lighten up!

I mean…I know you’re like…the teacher and all that…but seriously?

You’re starting to act like you care about me and my classmates…enough to encourage us to stay in our seats, focus, and…gulp…be productive.

I’m not sure if I’m going to dig the “new” you.

I’ll let you know in eight months.

Until then, I’ll be watching…oh, and I guess I’ll be reading too.

Sincerely,

Your Student