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The Gift

I’ve officially turned into a sap.

Yesterday morning, during my drive to school, my local radio station played the following song…





I cried as I sat in my parking spot at the school and listened to the end of the song.

The song speaks about how the most important gift you can present to God is the thing that is most precious to you.

Soooo beautiful.

As I listened to the song later in the day, I cried again.  This time, my tears flowed as I heard the part about the bird being let out of the cage and singing the beautiful song inside its heart.

I pictured the students I teach.

They are like the bird in the beginning of the song…wounded.

I have taken them in the palm of my hand…nurturing them…helping them get stronger.

It is my prayer that one day, they will be set free from the ties that hold them down.

I hope that one day, they will sing a song of joy.

May God be glorified when this magical moment happens.

Dashing Through the Hodgepodge

Well, I was so busy with LIFE last week that I just didn’t have time to participate in the Hodgepodge.  My apologies, Joyce.  Someone forgot to tell me that becoming a professional meant that I’d have to cut out a few other things.

Bah humbug!

Ok, so I’m here this week, and I’m playing.  On to the questions!

1.  Do you put Christmas decorations in every room of your house? If not, what rooms do you decorate?

Yes, I decorate almost every room in the house.  I’ve always done this, and my Chicky, who did the decorating this year, naturally followed suit.  It’s fun to have a bit of Christmas wherever I find myself.

2.  If you could visit one of the Nordic countries (Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden) which one would you choose and why?

I really don’t have a preference.  My father’s side of the family hailed from Europe, so simply going over in that general direction would make me feel a bit more connected to my roots.  I love learning about new countries and their traditions.  Plus, I like to people-watch, and I know there would be some interesting two-legged sites to take in over there!

3.  What does the word faith mean to you?

Faith means believing in things unseen and holding onto a hope that’s been promised.  God, His Son, and the Holy Spirit embody everything my faith rests upon.

4.  You can go back to your childhood for one day…what day and age would you choose?

I would not choose any age.  My childhood was fraught with difficulties.  My students have no idea of the struggles I faced, from being the child of an oft-single mom to the loneliness of being a teenager who lacked confidence and assertiveness.

I’m glad to be an adult.

5.  When did you last have ‘punch’? If its not too much trouble share your favorite punch recipe.

I could not tell you when I last had punch.  I’ve never made any either.  What a fuddy duddy I am, eh?

6.  Do you fill stockings at your house? Are stockings opened before or after the bigger gifts?

Santa fills the stockings in my home, and he delivers the goods after everyone goes to bed on Christmas Eve, leaving us to discover his surprises when we wake up.  Stockings are always the first things dug into.

7.  What takes your breath away?

What takes my breath away is the vastness of a large yarn store.

Take, for instance, this one, which I found in New Orleans a few years ago when Chicky was at an ODP (Olympic Development Program) event…

Oh, you think I jest, eh?

I can assure you that the sight of hundreds of bright colors is enough to make you suck in your breath…especially when they are all located in ONE store, as the pictures above can attest to.

It.  Is.  True.  Beauty.

😀

8.  My Random Thought

Oh, the joys of teaching.

Oh, the roller coaster a teacher rides each day.

One can go from hearing a comment like, “Mrs. AuburnChick, you was smart, but you are getting smarter.”  He was referring to the way I’ve learned to handle his class…a class that is full of teenagers who need a lot of extra care, love, and devotion.

That was the up part of the roller coaster ride yesterday.

The down came when while getting checked by the district’s fidelity checker (she visits schools and their reading classrooms to ensure that reading framework policies such as guided reading groups, stations, and other things are being adhered to).

Alas, but she popped into my room, with my friend, Barbara, who is my school’s literacy coach, during my Read Aloud time.  All was going well.  We’re reading The Hunger Games, and I love to discuss each day’s passage.

Well, as they turned to leave, one of my students let one rip.

And I’m not talking pants.

And it’s the opposite of what Shrek is referring to when he says, “Better out than in.”

Yeah.

Not cool.

I maintained my composure and kept reading.

Until that classroom door closed.

The following conversation then commenced:

Me:  “You just had to leave a final impression, eh?”

Student:  No comment (probably wise)

Me:  “Real Talk.  Everyone has gas.  Everyone eats things that upset their stomachs.  Maturity involves excusing yourself to step into the hallway for a moment.”

Later, I asked Barb if she’d heard his lapse.

She had.

Oh.

Joy.

Funny but not so.

Oh the fun of teaching.

😀

Selling Out

Something has been bugging me for a while now, and I think it’s time to vent.

No, this has nothing to do with being a vegan.

That was yesterday’s post.

😉

See, I’m starting to wonder what’s in the minds of people who decide to compromise their values by getting involved in things that speak otherwise.

Take, for instance, Brittany Spears.

This girl came from a strong Christian background.  She took pride in her values and bragged about being a virgin.

And then she hit it big.

And she wound up falling from grace.

Jessica Simpson has a similar story, and now she’s expecting a baby with her fiance.

Most recently in the news is Mr. Kim Kardashian, who hails from a close-knit, conservative family in the Midwest.

What a far cry from those strait-laced roots, eh?

I know I’m a bottle blonde now, and thus I get confused easily (like, duh), but I wonder what it is that pushes people to make that final leap from living for God to living for him/herself.

Is it the quest for fame, or is money the driving force?

Oh, before you think that I’m quick to judge, please bear in mind that I know I’m not a whole lot different from those who grace the covers of Entertainment Weekly and People magazines.

Daily, I make choices and sell out to the culture that surrounds me.

Still, though, I have lines I won’t cross, and I’m very careful to make choices that don’t leave people confused.

I’m careful not to post things on Facebook or even on my blog that might leave non-believers scratching their heads about the appropriateness of my behavior.

I try to dress discreetly, and I don’t “like” things on Facebook that involve sexual humor, cursing, or questionable songs or videos.

Not that I’m perfect.  Again, let me say that I am a harsh judge of my own character, and I’m certainly NOT a person that God is going to give a gold star to.

Still, I’ll never be a sellout in my desire to accomplish my dreams.

Will it be worth it in the long run for those who do?

I somehow doubt it…especially given the fact that God will hold us accountable for every word, thought, and deed.

Every single thing we do will be judged.

Not only that, but non-believers are watching us believers.

We say a lot about Christianity and God through our actions…through our choices.

Are you a sellout?

This is a question all of us need to ask ourselves regularly.

A Vegan’s Letter to the Restaurant Industry

Dear Restaurant Industry,

I’m a busy woman.  I’m a new teacher who works, on average, sixty to seventy hours a week.

I don’t cook.  My new job gives me the justification I’ve been looking for to eat out…often.

However, I’ve run into a little snafu.

I’m a vegan.

I’ve discovered that the restaurant industry does not cater to vegans.

Vegetarians?

Yes.

Vegans?

Nope.

There’s a huge difference between vegetarians and vegans.

Vegans do not eat ANY animal products.

That means milk…

And cheese…

And animal-based broths.

I’m getting tired of walking into a restaurant, sitting down to look at the menu, and having an emotional breakdown because I can’t find something to eat.

My family is getting tired of watching my eyes fill with tears.

Over a menu.

Trying to explain to wait staff that I’m okay and not “mental” is quite embarrassing.

I’m not emo.

I’m hungry.

And I’m tired of eating salads, so don’t try saying that you’re giving me options.

Do yourselves and vegans like me a favor.

Change your menus.

Add vegan-friendly dishes.

Hire new cooks if necessary.

Heck.  Food Network should have a series called “Next Vegan Cook.”

You could hire the weekly winners.

Until then, I’m going to start doing something that the Mr., Rooster, and I gave serious thought to last night.

Getting up and walking out.

Goodbye money.

Goodbye new patron.

That’s all I have to say.

Sincerely,

AuburnChick
Vegan Eater Extraordinaire

How Do You Define Progress?

How do you define progress?

According to dictionary.com, you can define it as, “Forward or onward movement toward a destination.”

When you are a teacher, progress is usually defined by the gains a student makes on a high-stakes test…for instance FCAT or NRT.

Before I started teaching, I ignorantly accepted this as the “final” measure of achievement.

I.

Was.

Wrong.

As you probably already know, I teach intensive reading.

One of my classes is comprised entirely of ESE students.

Not only are my students adjusting to the newness of high school, which involves many new social and academic pressures, but they are facing challenges associated with teenager-dom.  Many of them also face difficulties at home…economically and relationally.

They are helping redefine the meaning of progress.  I have learned to define progress through seemingly simple things that I’ve observed my students doing:

  • Mastering a procedure in class
  • Willingly adhering to class rules
  • Refraining from moving one’s desk away from the person that’s been assigned as his or her shoulder partner
  • Telling me that I must be a good mom if I have children in college (in this student’s words, “You had to do something right if your children went to college.)
  • Hearing this same student further acknowledge, in front of the entire class,  that I never give up on my students
  • Scheduling “appointments” to advocate for themselves (this is a huge sign of maturity…especially on the part of a ninth grader)
  • Looking me in the eye when I speak to him or her
  • Quieting the class down when it is apparent that I’m having a difficult day
  • Holding other classmates accountable to help them succeed

As a result of the first three months of teaching this amazing group of children, I have come to understand that progress isn’t necessarily defined by the number of reading comprehension questions a student gets correct on a standardized test.

It can and SHOULD also be defined by the social gains…being considerate, respectful, and cooperative…made.

Those who have never worked in education may not understand why the mastery of social graces is so important and may erroneously believe that teachers’ jobs only involve imparting academic knowledge.

I beg to differ.

My students have taught me that social progress is imperative to academic progress.

Someone should ask dictionary.com to update its definition.

Last Bloom of 2011?

Bad blogger, bad blogger.

All work and no play is making me a very bad blogger indeed!

I couldn’t even find time for Joyce’s Hodgepodge!  Yikes!

I’m going to take the easy way out today but still get in a post by sharing this photo…

Florida experienced some very warm temperatures last weekend, and my Knockout Roses were in full bloom.

Soooo pretty, don’t you think?

I’ll share one more picture…

On Sunday, I needed a break from, well, stuff.

I called Dancing Girl, Rooster’s friend, and asked if she wanted to meet me at Starbucks.  She’s become like a daughter to me, and we try to meet every couple of weeks to catch up.  She greeted me with the above flowers.

Sweet girl, that one.

She certainly brightened my day!

A Blah Monday

Sometimes you just have days that are…well…blah.

Today was that day.

I got to school in what can be tactfully described not being in the best of spirits.  My students were very intuitive and cut me tons of slack.  I love them for that.  We kept things real, and I think they really respected me for that, as I did them.

Then, I came home to find this…

Yeah.

Those are my split ring markers, which I had in a baby proof bottle.

Apparently it wasn’t dog-proof…

Now, don’t you dare go getting all animal protection on me.

I know…such a disaster could have been far worse and resulted in a dog that had a perforated intestine.

Believe me…I am thanking the Lord for His protection.

But to come home to see that…especially after this the other day…

Sigh.

Apparently Pele is having a few blah days as well…missing Chicky after her constant presence during Thanksgiving.

Here’s the thing, though.

I’m a second, first-year teacher who’s completely up to her eyeballs in child-related, dog-related, and work-related stress.

Sigh.

I hate blah Mondays.

Up To My Eyeballs in Sports

Yes, I’ve been a bad blogger lately.

I’ve wanted to write, but I’ve been swamped with teaching responsibilities and extracurricular activities such as these…

Although I don’t have children playing high school soccer anymore, I still love the kids from Rooster’s school, and I feel like I’ve got this, my last year, to support a few more kids and get them graduated.

The basketball?  Well, see, I have five students playing on JV and Varsity, so I wanted to support them too.

I don’t think that most people realize that a teacher’s job extends way beyond academic activities.

We invest huge chunks of ourselves into our charges’ non-academic lives.

We can’t help it.

Students have a way of working themselves into our hearts.

And so, if my blogging is sporadic for the next little while, it’s either because I’m lesson planning, attending sporting events, or sleeping from the fatigue that has overtaken the remaining hours of my life.