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Wholly Surrendered

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As I got ready for work this morning, adorning myself with a bit of new bling (pictured above), one of my favorite worship songs came on the radio. We sing this at church, and it never fails to bring tears to my eyes as I envision my Savior, finger crooked, calling me to draw closer to Him.

Who wouldn’t be moved by the following lyrics?

At the cross, You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees
And I am lost for words, so lost in love
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered.

When the Lights Went Out

Yesterday, when I went into work, I turned on my Smartboard and computer, as is my routine.

Something was off, though.

At first, I thought my computer wasn’t working properly.

One look at the monitor told me otherwise.  The computer was working fine.

It appeared as though the Smartboard wasn’t lighting up as brightly as usual.

Uh oh.

I played with the projector’s settings.  The projector is mounted from the ceiling, by the way.  This makes it nearly impossible to get into it to diagnose problems.

I tried to manually brighten the screen, but nothing really worked.

Ugh.

I immediately sent an email to the technician assigned to my school, and I made do the best I could.

A helpdesk ticket was submitted, but I was told that the bulbs, which cost about $600 each, were on back order.

Ugh.

I have taught every day with that Smartboard.

When I write my lesson plans, I used the “approved” template in Microsoft Word and create a Smart Notebook file to accompany each week’s plan.  Both weekly files get added to my school’s network drive for safe keeping.

Not only do I use the Smart file to engage my students, but I use the information as visual cues for the lesson itself.

After the helpdesk ticket was submitted, I crossed my fingers.  The technician had mentioned that I teach Intensive Reading and am prepping my kids intensely in the two weeks we have left before our state reading exams.

Today, my projector was in the same condition.

I taught first/second period (all of my classes are blocked).

I began teaching fourth/fifth period.

I had already planned on spending fifth period teaching the second Reading Endorsement lesson I had created for this final certification class.  A fellow teacher was giving up her planning period to come in and film…for the second time.

So, during fourth period, I began teaching what I was teaching to my other classes during their second hour.

I turned off the lights so my students could see the internet sites I was trying to show them.

As my back was turned to the Smartboard, I heard a loud POP.  It sounded like a balloon had popped, and it scared the bejeepers out of me!

I turned around and looked up.  The power button on the projector was flashing red.

The entire Smartboard darkened.

Ugh.

What to do?!

Fortunately, my students were going to be working in stations, so I called out their station assignments, and we got down to work.

Meanwhile, the wheels in my brain were turning.

What was I going to do about that lesson plan I would be filming shortly?

I had created a separate Smart Notebook file for it.

The first plan I’d filmed had been filled with a lot of “um’s” and “uh’s” due to my nervousness and reliance on the written script I’d prepared.  Hence, the Smart file.

Which I now could not display on the Smartboard.

Part of my lesson required a punctuation highlighting key.

When the bell rang for the break between fourth and fifth periods, I quickly grabbed a large pad of paper…the kind you see teachers write on and tear off and tape to classroom walls.

I recreated the punctuation key and grabbed the highlighters I’d bought.  I added the color that the kids would have seen on the Smartboard.

I also grabbed my iPad, which I’d decided at the last minute to take to school with me, and wirelessly connected to my desktop using a free program called Doceri, which I’ve used in the past.

Doceri allows a user to control another computer remotely, so the user can be walking around a room, see what’s on the desktop via the iPad, and actually change screens or do other stuff from afar.

Though I couldn’t show my students the cute pictures, charts, and text that I would have shown them with the Smartboard, I could look at my iPad for the visual cues I needed.

I’d had the foresight to prepare hard copies of the items I had planned on showing on my screen, so my students had everything they needed up close.

Thankfully, my knowledge of “teacherly” things had recently grown to include the bit about kids needing things in front of them to manipulate…highlight…interact with, if you will.

Whew!

Those packets saved my behind!

Although I feel as though the lesson was rushed, my friend who filmed it said I did a better job teaching it because I wasn’t so tied to a script…the language flowed naturally.

Meanwhile, my angst grew because I still had one more class to teach, and this class needs to be constantly engaged to keep them under control.

I went with the flow, even when the kids were disruptive, which really had nothing to do with the Smartboard not working but with my mental attitude about my technology woes.

I was still discouraged after school.

I wasn’t sure if or when I would get a new bulb.

Then I checked my email and saw that a technician had been assigned to take the bulb out of the projector in an unused room next door and install it into mine.

The technician is supposed to make the switch first thing Wednesday!!

Yay for answered prayers!

Yay for administrators who haven’t forgotten what it’s like to be in a classroom and quickly approved the request for the switch.

I learned a few things today.

First and foremost is to never rely on technology to teach my lessons.

While I’m comfortable with the content, I think I’ve grown too dependent on the bells and whistles that my district has been blessed with.  How quickly they can go away!

A second lesson is to always have a Plan B.

I kind of did, which worked out well.

The third lesson I learned is to not let mishaps throw me off of my game.

I became quite grumpy, and it affected my ability to calmly deal with a class that is already difficult.

I allowed those kids to get under my skin today…all because my board wasn’t working properly.

Grrr.

One thing I will say is that I hope that the district finds a way to pay for the maintenance that our new technology requires.

Technology is supposed to enhance learning, and teachers can’t implement such mandates without the tools to do so.

Watching the lights go out today made me have a new appreciation for teachers of old…teachers like my friend, “Dinosaur,” who taught the good old fashioned way with paper, markers, and lots of sass.

Joy-Filled Weekend

After six days of work, I was fortunate to spend the next four days playing.

I’d planned well, for I had the most amazing, joy-filled weekend that I can remember.

It began, of course, with the day of shopping, which I blogged about already.

Friday was my birthday.

I woke up to these adorable furry faces…

I spent most of the day preparing for the arrival of my chicklets and their friends.

Rooster had called late Thursday night to ask if he could bring home his “big,” as in big brother in his fraternity.  Of course I said yes!

Chicky had already planned to bring home three friends.  One of the girls wound up staying at school because she fell ill a couple of days before the kids left.  Poor thing.

All total, we had five kiddos coming home!

First, I posted an SOS on Facebook.  I needed an extra air mattress and a pump.  Two of my fellow teacher friends came to the rescue, and I picked up the items on Friday morning.

Then, I ran to the dollar store and picked up Easter baskets for the kids.  I couldn’t decide what to get to fill them, so I waited.  I decided to enlist the Mr.’s help because he likes to shop.

Before I got home, I ran to a friend’s house to pick up my Scentsy order.

Oh my.  I love my new warmer!!  Sunflowers are my favorite, so when she posted a picture of the newest warmer, I had to order one!!

She had thrown in a free brick of the newest scent, Sunny & Share, as a thank you for referring a friend of mine.

Yes, I know.  Bling, fancy nails, shoes, and now Scentsy.  I’m getting to be high maintenance.  heehee

Next up was the cleaning, which I did on and off for the next few hours.  It was a lot easier with fuzzy slippers and Colton Dixon…

When the Mr. came home from work, we headed to the store to stock up on goodies for the kids.

We had so much fun!!!!

I think we went a little overboard…

The Mr. found the inspirational eggs…a little cheesy but a fun way to keep the focus on what Easter is really about.

When we got home, the Mr. sat down and fixed every basket while I resumed my cleaning.  We hid them in the closet until Sunday morning…

The boys got the green and purple baskets; the girls got the pink.

Once the cleaning was finished, I sat down and waited.

Rooster and his friend arrived first.

What joy!!!!

Although I had met Rooster’s friend at an Auburn game, having the weekend to get to know him was an honor.  He is a friendly young man and so incredibly intelligent and Christ-centered.  I was very impressed with his ability to defend his position of a few issues we discussed.

Chicky and her friends arrived a couple of hours later, and the reunion was just as sweet.  All of the girls play on the soccer team, so I’ve been blessed to spend time with them in the past.  I knew we were in for some fun.

Now, one might think that having five college kids in the house at one time is a lot, but oh my word, it was so much fun!  The kids got along so well!  Five young people shared one bathroom.  They giggled.  They cracked jokes.  At one point, all of them were in Chicky’s room watching Rooster play his drums.

As I watched them interact all weekend, my heart overflowed with joy and thankfulness.

Oh, and let’s not forget Chicky’s puppy.  This precious fur baby was so happy to see me!  She almost jumped into my arms and gave my face a bath it hasn’t seen since the last time she visited.

We had tons of fun together, and I took a bunch of pictures.  I even took her with me as I ran an errand!

The other dogs didn’t seem to mind one more fur baby in the house…

Gambit preferred, for the most part, to stay next to his brother because he gets very scared when unfamiliar people come into the house…

One of the neat things about the weekend was watching as the kids did their own thing…going to the beach…running to Sonic to visit with friends…yet later getting that “together time” that I so desperately craved.

We went to a hibatchi place on Saturday night to celebrate my birthday, and it was fun to watch the kids stuff themselves.

On Sunday, after church, we took the crew to Chili’s.

There were many laughs shared around those tables…many memories added to that special place reserved in my heart for such times.

Before I knew it, the weekend had passed me by, and it was time to say goodbye.

I took pictures of Rooster and Chicky as they said goodbye to Aubie.  It had been a tough weekend with our old girl, and the kids were visibly upset as they hugged her.  Looking at those pictures, which I wish I could share here (but can’t because they show my babies’ faces) still brings tears to my eyes.

We took the kids to the gas station to get them fueled up for their respective journeys.

Too many goodbyes have been said in this parking lot.  I can only imagine what onlookers must have been thinking as they saw seven people hugging each other, openly and unabashedly showing the love that had grown over the weekend.

I also said goodbye to my fur grandbaby…

I’m not sure she new she was in for an entire day in the car!!

When we returned home, we found it devoid of the noise that had only recently filled it.

Instead of being sad, though, I thought about how blessed I am.

My children chose to come home for the weekend.  Their friends chose to come with them.

During the angst-filled years of rearing teenagers, I was a little bit worried that my children would not want to come back home very often.  You know how it is with kids…the arguing…the fight for control…the reluctance to let go.

I am humbled that these young people came here and brightened my weekend and my heart with their love…a love that emanates from a love for Christ and a desire to serve God.

The sunset I observed while running an errand Sunday evening reminded me of God’s love…how He provides…how He protects.