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Coming Up for Air

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

I am just now coming up for air after three hectic evenings of brain-frying lesson planning.

It started on Monday morning as soon as I got to school.

I was so immersed in my work that I barely heard the first bell ring and had to rush to the rest room for one more quick potty break before the crazy began.

Sometime between Sunday night and Monday morning, my brain had conjured up lofty goals…write lesson plans to take my students all the way through the week after Thanksgiving.

Three week’s worth, y’all.

Although I like getting plans written as units, this year has been extremely challenging with two very different preps to manage.

Throw in the random assignments that get haphazardly thrown into the mix from up above, and it’s a bit like juggling flaming monkeys.

Take, for instance, the school-wide writing prompts.  I conducted writing conferences with my students.  It was a messy process.

Writing that many weeks’ worth of lesson plans in such a short amount of time can seem nearly impossible.

I worked hard, y’all.

I hardly talked to people.

I had tunnel vision.

I stayed up until almost 12:30am Monday night with nearly all of my plans for my Intensive Reading classes finished.

Stations, though.  If you’ve ever taught remedial reading, you know exactly what I’m referring to.

Tuesday was all about my Honors classes.

I’d had a meeting the day before with the other Health Science Academy teachers I work with, and I’d gotten an idea that I started research about when I got home from work.

But first, I stopped and voted early.  Go, me!

Shout-out to God…seriously, though.  He is a God of order, and He helped me find several pieces of information that slowly began to morph into a long-range plan.

It was a beautiful thing to behold, even from my own head.

I worked until almost 1am Tuesday night.

I had flashbacks to my first four years of teaching when staying up that late happened almost every night.

But…

The payoff was so worth it.

I went into work this morning exhausted but wielding four sheets of things to-do.  Although I’d crossed a bunch of things off of the list the day before, the Never-Get-It-Done fiends had visited while I slept and added a passel more.

Sigh.

Such is a teacher’s life.

But wait.

I had a really good day.

Don’t ask me how, but I think that my typing hands turned bionic, because I cranked out a ton of documents in between helping my students reflect on the first nine weeks of school.

When I got home, I only had four things on my to-do list.

Glory hallelujah!

I delayed dinner and pretty much everything else, and almost five hours later had an amazing Honors English 1 unit and substitute lesson plans (I’m attending training next week) in my hands.

Don’t talk to me about the copying I have to do tomorrow.  It will probably take me two days.

I do not care.

The hard work is finished.  I even uploaded the assignments I created into my digital grade book.

Y’all, though.  I’m a happy camper right now.

Teaching isn’t easy.  You have to have stamina, and you have to be patient enough to wait for the Lord to give you ideas and help you make the pieces fit together.  You also have to be persistent.  I had seen references to a document that was located on a website that I did not have access to.  I found the document somewhere else.

And so, I’m about to sit down with a glass of wine, cue up my DVR, and relax.

I’m relieved that I can be a fairly normal person for the next few weeks…at home anyhow.  If you see me out and about, well, I can’t speak for that.

When Boys Read

I teach a LOT of boys.  In fact, my last block of the day is currently comprised of 15 boys and four girls.  Until Friday of the week before, that number was 17 boys and four girls.  This doesn’t even count the young men in my other three classes.

It can be challenging to find books suited to them; young adult fiction seems to be permeated with “girly” books.

As a result, I’ve been searching really hard for books that will appeal to the young men who grace my classroom each day.  Kids are good at fake reading; many don’t actually finish books but float from one to another because they lose interest quickly.

Thus it is that I’m especially excited when one of my guys announces that he’s finished a book.

This past week, TWO of them did just that, and I had to capture photos.

I’m extra fond of the young man on the left (don’t tell my other students this).  I taught his sister two years ago; she’s a senior this year.  I really like teaching siblings!

He LOVED the book you see pictured.  It’s about a boy who is the only Muslim student in his school.  Tensions run high with the profiling that naturally accompanies such immigrants, and the lead character in the story finds himself in a quandary about how to come to terms when a federal investigation is launched against his father.

My student told me that he felt like it was incredibly relevant to what’s going on in the world today.

Cha-ching!  Connections made.  A teacher’s dream.

The guy on the right, another sweetie with an easy smile, picked up Code Talker after I gave a book talk about it.  He remembered his father mentioning this topic in passing one day.  The book is about the group of Navajos serving in the Navy during World World II who were tapped to send messages to one another in their native language while overseas.  They saved a lot of American lives because of this special task.

I’ve wanted to read this book for awhile.  I’m such a history buff.

Although my student liked the content itself, he said that parts of the story were a little boring.  I was so proud of him for not giving up on the book and seeing it through to the end.  As a result, he’s got background knowledge that might come in handy one day.

Cha-ching! Another teacher’s dream.

My biggest hope for my students is that they will become life-long readers.  With each book that is opened and each story devoured, my kids are certainly one step closer!

Feeling at Home With the Hodgepodge

It’s time for the Hodgepodge!

But first, can we please take a moment to celebrate the fact that MY GRADES ARE IN!  If you’re a teacher, you are totally feeling my pain.  Every nine weeks is filled with the angst of deadlines such as this, only usually, I’m done earlier.  Ugh.  I spent over three hours last night, about three hours the night before, lunch breaks the last two days, and countless hours last week trying to get caught up.

The.  Struggle.  Is.  Real.

But it’s done.  Now all that’s left is the offering up of kleenex to students who shouldn’t be surprised by their grades but will be, nonetheless, because I suspect that they think the grade fairies were magically going to do away with all of the “missing” assignment codes.

Anyhoo…let’s get started on the questions, shall we?  Oh, and here’s the link for Joyce so you can join in on the fun!

1.  Besides your very own house, describe a place where you feel most ‘at home’?

The beach is my home away from home.  The Mr. and I spent many a Saturday from Spring Break through the summer at the beach down the road from our house.

Even the birds feel at home here!

2.  When did you last ‘hit a home run‘ with something? Explain.

Take a look at the Vegan Pumpkin Scones I made the other night!  I even whipped up the Maple Glaze you see on top.  So.  Delicious!  My non-vegan friends even gave them a thumbs up!

3.  Tell us about something you love in your house or kitchen that is ‘homemade’. 

I have some trinkets around the house that the kids made when they were in elementary school.  They sit on top of my dresser, and every time I see them, I remember that special time when I was a stay-at-home mom.  Those were probably my favorite years of all.  ❤

4.  ‘A man’s home is his castle’…which of the world’s ten most captivating castles (according to The Travel Channel) would you most like to visit and why-

Mont Saint-Michel (France), Edinburgh Castle (Scotland), Neuschwanstein Castle (Germany), Glamis Castle (Scotland), Windsor Castle (England), Chateau de Chambord (France), Hampton Court Palace (England), Prague Castle (Prague), St. Michael’s Mount (England), Leeds Castle (England), and Swallow’s Nest (Ukraine)

Oh goodness!  I’d love to visit Scotland and England.  I’ve read so many historical novels about both places, and I’m fascinated with the royal family.  I vote for two trips to see the castles in both countries!

5.  What’s a recent or upcoming plan or project that’s required you do a little homework before getting started? Did the homework cause you to abandon your plan or adjust it in some way?

I’m working on a new knitting project.  I always do my homework beforehand to ensure that I get the right needle size and find errata that someone else has fixed.

6.  In your opinion, is homework an unnecessary evil or a valuable practice? Should schools be done with homework? Why or why not? I think it’s valuable practice IF it’s not too overwhelming.

Teachers sometimes forget that.  Kids need to be taught that to succeed, they are going to have to put in a little extra work.  Nearly every professional career requires it.  However, they shouldn’t be required to do hours of homework.  That’s just ridiculous.Personally, I rarely assign homework because the reality is that my students won’t do it.  I’d rather oversee their work, help them fix errors on the spot, and move on.

7.  Share a favorite memory of your childhood hometown. 

I grew up in a tiny town in south Alabama.  My favorite memories involve lazy summer days…laying in fresh-mown grass as the sun is going down.  It was always quiet and peaceful.

8.  My Random Thought

Y’all, I’m doing the teacher thing hard-core right now.I might have mentioned up above that I’ve been in grading purgatory for eons, it seems.Yesterday, I was ready for work early, so I took advantage of the time to grade a few more essays.

My name is Auburnchick, and I’m not embarrassed to admit that I’m a teacher nerd.

Something Magical

Something magical is happening.

I don’t know why this surprises me because it’s a recurring event every year.

My students are reading.

And enjoying it.

They are selecting books they never thought they would read, and they are finishing them.

These aren’t little books either.

They are two, three, and four hundred pages.

They aren’t middle school books but every bit high school level.

Oh sure, my students started out reading the smaller ones, but it didn’t take long for the allure of the pretty covers, enticing plot descriptions on the back covers, and my book talks to lure them in.

I started a new thing this year.  I’ve begun taking pictures of my kids with the books they finish.

A few have been shy, yet they always comply.

Here are a few from this past week…

These aren’t my Honors babies, y’all.

These are my struggling readers.

They are reading books about very mature topics…drug addiction, brain injuries, and school shootings.

They are reading books that feed their imaginations and challenge their thinking about society.

The young man who read Crank wanted to give up a few times.  I encouraged him to push on.  By the time he started getting tired, he was nearly finished, and I wanted him to experience the joy of finishing something.

On Friday, when he finished, he told me, “I didn’t like the way the book ended.”  We then had a discussion about what he’d said.

Progress, y’all.  He’d invested himself in the book and made connections…enough to form a judgment about the plot.

There are so many tough things about teaching…so many things that cause me angst.

The scale tips, though, when I get to walk alongside my precious charges as they explore new worlds…choose books they never thought they would enjoy…express feelings of shock and joy as characters make choices they agree or disagree with.

One young lady, not pictured above…I’ll grab her picture on Monday…finally moved on from Bluford series books to a new book, Scars.

This girl is one tough cookie…probably among the most challenging that I’m teaching this year…but I recognized early on how much she loves to read, and I often have to ask her to put away her book so she can focus on the whole group lesson I’m facilitating that day.

There’s some real magic happening in my room these days, and I am honored that God is allowing me to be a small part of it.

Making Headway

Do you remember playing “School” when you were younger?

Super Sis and I did.  All the time.  We even had a chalkboard.

I loved being the teacher.

My favorite thing?

Grading.

Be careful what you wish for.

This is currently my life…

For a person who always used to leave her desk clean and tidy, this makes me want to hyperventilate.

And then there’s the bag that keeps traveling back and forth with me each day…

That’s not counting the big stack I graded at school yesterday.

Sigh.

One extra class, y’all, and I have become the Titanic that is struggling to stay afloat.

But…

When I get my lesson plans finished and have a quiet evening to grade, I find gems like this…

This young man has a new favorite author.

And then there was this…

That, my friends, is a 9th grade student’s work.  She has claimed that she’s not good at writing.  I beg to differ.

Grades are due on the 27th.

I still have about 35 essays to grade…thankfully online because I’m an overachiever and required my students to type them and submit them on our learning management system.

Shout-out to the student who revised her essay on her iPod using Google Docs…

I’ve never been one of those teachers who barely beats a deadline but…

Ahem.

I think I’ll just pat myself on the progress I’ve made in the last couple of days and just ride that wave…

For a minute or two.

 

Slaving Away at the Hodgepodge

Ok, so I’m not exactly slaving away with my answers this week, but I had a hard time finding a catchy title, so slaving it is!  Now, it sounds like Joyce is slaving away as she puts the finishing touches on her new house!  You go girl!  The sneak peeks hint at a gorgeous home!  Let’s get to my answers for her questions, shall we?

1.  What would you say is your strongest sense? 

My strongest sense would have to be smell.  I can smell a cigarette from a mile away, and I’m very sensitive to perfumes and lotions.

2.  Do you believe in the idea of a ‘sixth sense’? Why or why not?

I actually do believe in this.  I know it sounds strange coming from a Christian, but I’ve had too many strange things happen to doubt this.  I knew that something bad had happened to my dad the day he passed away.  I couldn’t explain it, but I got physically ill that afternoon.  I didn’t find out until late that night that he had died.

3.  When do you most feel like a slave to time? Explain.

I feel most like a slave to time when school is in session.  It is then when I live my life in 45-minute segments.  That’s why long holidays and, especially, summers are so precious to me…being free of time constraints.

4.  Have you ever worked in a restaurant? How would you rate the experience? If you could own a restaurant what kind would it be?

I have never worked in a restaurant.  If I could own one, I’d make it one that had a lot of vegan dishes that would appeal to the community as a whole.  One of my biggest frustrations is trying to find good food options when dining out.

5.  Ever traced your family tree? Share something interesting you learned there.

I have never traced my family tree.  I suspect that it would be interesting, though, because I already know that my dad’s side of the family is from France and Germany.  I can only imagine where their relatives came from.

6.  What did your childhood bedroom look like?

I lived in a lot of places when I was younger because my mom was always moving.  The house I spent the most time in was a plantation-style house.  My room was very large.  It had a fireplace in it until it was removed.  I had two closets and a room/attic thing off of it.  I never went in it, though, because it was rumored to have a fake leg in it from the previous owner.  The room was wallpapered, as was the custom back in the 80’s, and had plush carpeting.  I had a canopy bed, that I kept until the day I got married, and a large desk.

7.  Anyone who knows me knows I love_______________________?

Anyone who knows me knows that I love to knit.

My latest creation…Hogwarts Express Shawl.

Look at the owls!

This was a very easy project, and I was able to use leftover beads from a previous project.

8.  My Random Thought

My 9th grade students have been working on an essay for the last month.  They’ve spent the past three weeks in the computer lab typing, peer-editing, and revising their essays.  Yesterday was the first day back in my classroom.  I found it very sweet to see the relief on their faces as they entered my room.  It was like they were coming home…to the books I’ve been adding…to their place of comfort.  I adore these kids.

Why I Love Tuesdays

A Tuesday is good for a few reasons.

  1. It isn’t Monday.
  2. It is one more day closer to Friday.
  3. It’s the day that the JROTC kids at my school dress up in their blues.

Reason #3 is one of my favorites.

The kids come in all spiffed up, every hair in place (at least before P.E.).

They are more respectful when they wear their uniforms.

Their backs are straighter when they walk.

They are so proud.

Just today, two of my students were talking, and one was teasing the other.  When I inquired, my boy proudly pointed to a certain pin.

He’d just been promoted to A1C (Airman First Class).  He had taken the test and passed.

I didn’t know that they did this in high school.

My student went on to explain that he was now an E3.

My female student said that she’d be that rank as soon as she took the test.

Can I tell you how very much my heart soared?

My Rooster is in the Air Force, and he graduated from basic training as an A1C.

Oh y’all, the connections.

I used to dislike Tuesdays.

My Rooster left for basic training on a Tuesday, and I thought my heart would never recover.

Every Tuesday, I relieve a bit of that sadness when I read, on my Facebook support group, about sad see-you-laters that others are making.

And then today happened, when God showed me a way to be happy on a Tuesday (besides reasons #1 and 2).

Seeing my JROTC students reminds me of the pride I have, not only in this country, but in my son and others who choose to serve so selflessly.

Weekend Shenanigans

Besides the wedding that I attended on Saturday night, I had other bits of fun this weekend.

Friday afternoon, I could not function.  After the horrible news of my school’s student losing his battle with a brief illness, it was all I could do to climb in my recliner and pull a blanket over myself.  I slept for an hour and a half.

I don’t think we even went out to dinner.  I’m pretty sure I ate leftovers.  That’s how heavy my heart was.

My nap, though, had given me a bit of energy, and because I needed to decompress from the day, I stayed up late watching college football and practicing my calligraphy skills.

I have much to learn.  Rebecca and I chatted via Instagram, and she said that she’d been watching YouTube videos.  Her beginner work looks like what my advanced skills will be like.  She’s amazing!

Still, it was good to focus on something besides being sad.

Saturday morning, I got up and worked out…finishing Week 7 of 22 Minute Hard Corps.  I have one week left!

After a nap early that afternoon, I got ready for the wedding that I posted about yesterday.  I wound up going to bed around 10:30.  I had not slept much the night before and was just exhausted.

Sunday morning, I slept in a little.  Sundays are my rest days…as in exercise rest…so I don’t have to be up early.  I felt so much better.

We attended church, ate lunch with friends (love them!), and headed home.

I immediately went back out and did a bit of shopping.

Our Office Max is going out of business, so I picked up a bag of goodies…glue sticks, erasers, and paper to indulge in my new calligraphy hobby…

I had Bath and Body Works coupons and really wanted more Pink Chiffon shower gel.  I love their B3G3F deals!  They’ve got their holiday scents out, and oh word!  I had a hard time deciding on something!  I have to be very careful with scents because they can lead to migraines.  I’m very sensitive and can’t do anything too strong.  That’s why I like the Pink Chiffon.  It’s a soft smell that is just right.  I also snagged a bottle of Warm Vanilla shower gel because I still have lotion leftover, and, well, I just have to be matchy-matchy.

OCD anyone?

I took another nap when I got home.

Teachers just cannot get enough sleep, y’all.

And that, in a nutshell, was my weekend.  The Mr. and I didn’t go out Sunday night for dinner, and yes, I really needed to be working on figuring out why my refrigerator isn’t making ice…again.  This happened a few months ago before Rooster left for basic training.  I either fixed it or got lucky that time.  I suspect that all I need to do is make a call to Sears for a repair guy, and the problem will suddenly resolve itself.  That’s what happened the last time…before the guy came…and I canceled my appointment and saved a whole lot of money.

This is going to be another challenging week, I suspect, as students continue to grieve for their friend.  I believe that the funeral will be held on Saturday at my church.  Please keep us in your prayers.

Time Stood Still

Yesterday started off like any normal day.

It was Friday.

It was payday.

The kids were in a good mood, and my first two class periods went swimmingly well.

I got a lot accomplished during my planning period and made my way to the library where my next two classes would be putting the finishing touches on the essays they’d been working on for the past month.

As my students walked in, I noticed that one of my girls was crying.  One of her friends asked if she could take her to the bathroom.

Of course I said yes.

Then, I saw another young lady break down in tears…and then a young man.

Something was very wrong.

It was at that time when one of my students told me that a fellow student had just passed away.

There was, except for the sounds of crying, silence.

The young man who had died had been very sick for two or three weeks.  He’d been hospitalized for most of that time.

I quickly abandoned my lesson plans, told my kids that their papers would not be due until some time next week, and made myself available to console them.

A few students coped with their sadness by working on the computers.

Most, though, congregated in small groups.

It was awful to see them hurting so badly.

At some point, our principal’s voice came over the PA system.  He announced what those of us in the media center already knew.

Many at school had not heard the news yet, though.

Time stood still.

The media specialist and I comforted one another.

Hugs were plentiful.

The bell rang, and I made my way to my classroom, crossing the courtyard where students eat lunch together.

There were dozens of kids walking around in shock.

So many were in tears.

Sigh.

I tended to a few things at my desk and then made my way back toward the library to get ready for 5th period.

As I started to cross the courtyard again, I stopped.

Something was happening out there, but it took me a minute or two to figure out what it was.

Students had formed a very, very large circle, joined together by clasped hands.

Intermingled were teachers, guidance counselors, local pastors, and even the school’s resource officer.

I grabbed the hands of the two young men beside me.

Nobody said anything.

Time stood still.

Then, a man stood in the center of the circle.  I assumed he was a pastor.

We bowed our heads and listened as the man prayed for the family of the young man who had passed away.

He prayed for the students and the school.

He prayed that we would see God’s plan in allowing this to happen.

At a time of the day when the courtyard is usually filled with yelling and other sounds of students blowing off steam between classes, there was silence

Time stood still.

I looked at the faces of those around me and was struck by the love that united us all.

My school is a melting pot of races and cultures.

We come from so many different backgrounds…such a diverse group.

Today, we were drawn together by love and respect for a young man whom everyone thought so much of.

I remember when we lost one of my students two years ago from a similar illness.

How well I know the difficult days that lie ahead.

Please pray for us.  Even though I didn’t know this young man personally, I want to be sensitive to my students as they navigate through the grieving process.

Please pray for staff who are grieving as hard as the students.

Most of all, please pray for his family.

Say What?

Way back when I was considering teaching as a profession, my children and I had a rather frank discussion regarding the age group I should work with.

Chicky and Rooster were pretty adamant that I should teach high school.

“Mama, you’re a better fit for high school.  Trust us.”

They were right.  I don’t think I have the patience or sugar sweetness required of an elementary teacher, and middle school, I discovered from subbing, was definitely not my thing.

With high schoolers, I can be sarcastic (I know the books say not to do this, but my kids eat it up because I do not personally insult my babies with my humor).

There’s also a certain degree of maturity that elementary and middle school students lack.

And then I got a certain class this year.

Y’all, I have found myself saying things that I never thought I’d have to say to fifteen and sixteen year olds.

I’m having conversations that are making me do the head-jerk dance at least two or three times a class period.  You know…the kind where your head jerks to the side in confusion.  I tried to find a meme but couldn’t locate it.  Guess I’ll have to create one.

Some of my favorite conversations thus far this year…and it’s only October 14th include the following…

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“Why do you think it’s funny to fart in class.  Seriously.  Who thinks that’s funny?”

All the kids giggled in response.

And keep farting.

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Someone burps loudly.

Excuse me,” I say.

No response.

Really?

Except a few giggles.

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“Mrs. Auburnchick, do you have Febreeze ’cause it always smells rank in here.”

Sigh.

I put in another Scentsy candle wax.

One child actually brings in a can of air freshener.

I have to explain why he shouldn’t spray it…because the smell doesn’t not mix well with the pumpkin Scentsy smell.

Sweet thing that he is, he shrugs in genuine confusion.

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Z comes in with a sling on his arm.  I feel bad because he’s a basketball player, and he explains that he fell on it.

“Mrs. Auburnchick, I can’t write the bellwork.”

“Do your best.  You’re going to have to find a way since you’ll be wearing that for a while.”

Later, I walk around during silent reading time.

“Z, weren’t you wearing the sling on the other arm when you came in?”

Kids giggle.

“Um, yeah.  I just didn’t feel like writing today.”

I call mom on the spot and repeat, verbatim, what Z says.  The other kids listen in closely.  Nobody says a word.  The class hasn’t been this quiet.  Ever.

She tells me to tell Z that he better do his work…that she’s working on something for him.

I repeat her words, loudly, across the room to make sure that Z hears.

The class giggles but gets to work so I don’t call their mamas.

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Yesterday during my read aloud, a kid starts slurping.

Yes.

Slurping.

“Stop slurping.  It’s distracting.”

Kids giggle.

Another kid slurps.

This scene repeats three or four times before I give up on the read aloud.

It’s not our best day.

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Young man in my class who’s very social is having a good day…staying on task…until…

He’s not.

“Mrs. Auburnchick, I was good as long as I could.  I just can’t do it any longer.”

Sigh.

I give up and give him props for lasting as long as he does.

Celebrate the good, y’all.  Progress is the key.

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Watching a student do the Dab three days ago, in the middle of class, for no reason.

“Why are you dabbing?  Dabbing is what you do when you celebrate something.”

“I’m celebrating, Mrs. Auburnchick.”

“Really?  We haven’t even finished the lesson yet.  If we finish, we can dab.”

We don’t finish.

I give it a valiant effort, though.

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Reasons why we should not get turn’t:

It’s only Monday.

It’s only Tuesday.

It’s not Friday yet.

It’s not even Thursday yet.

We haven’t survived Wednesday.

Seriously, though.

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Real conversation.  I kid you not.

Be jealous.