Thursday, March 30, 2017
After school we had parent teacher conferences. As we spoke I kept hearing a knock on my classroom door. As I would look up, there was no one there. This happened a couple of times before the parent that we were meeting with said it was a little boy outside of the door. I immediately got up and was prepared to use my teacher voice and stare to make the knocking stop.
I opened the door, ready for battle, and looked to the right. There he was. It was former student of mine who likes to come visit after school while he spends time at the YMCA Aftercare. He smiled his big, signature smile that has been known to melt my heart and giggled. It's been a while since our last visit, so I was sad to shoo him away. I miss our special visits and chats where he could catch me up on life at home with his baby sister and all the happenings of middle school. But conferences are conferences and we will have to catch up another day. Hopefully I will hear a knock, knock, knock again soon.
Until then, I will just admire a picture he drew for me (of me) last year that makes me smile and my heart swell the instant I look at it. I love my job.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
I'm just having a day when I'm not feeling too positive. Things didn't go the way I planned today, and I just feel overwhelmed. Instead of focusing on that, I want to focus on the good.
Here's a list of 10 Good Things...
(in no particular order)
My class is incredible. Even when things don't go exactly as planned, and comments come out of their mouths that should probably just be left unsaid... there are still moments of absolute brilliance with these kiddos. We have built quite a classroom community this year, and each day I am grateful for each and every one of them.
I got to see and spend a few minutes with my sweet little nephew today. His little smile lights up my world.
My husband and I were able to spend the evening together. With our crazy work schedules that has not been the norm lately, and to be honest I miss him.
Only 2 more wake ups before Spring Break. As much as I love teaching, I am really looking forward to the break to recharge and get ready for the rest of the school year.
One of my incredible students stopped me today to tell me that her father works somewhere where he is able to get tickets and parking passes to the Blackhawks Convention. I was floored by their generosity and for thinking of this huge fan.
Much like my class, my colleagues are amazing. I learn more and more from them each day and am lucky enough to be able to call them friends. I'm truly blessed to be a part of such a special group of people who make coming to work each day fun.
Though I have major dog mom guilt, coming home to this exuberant pup each day is awesome. There is nothing like her unconditional love.
Even though the weather lately has been a bit dreary, I noticed today on my ride home that the grass is finally starting to take on that bright green hue that I have been missing for months. The rain is worth seeing the color come back.
Sweet student notes...
The horn on my NHL app keeps going off telling me that my Blackhawks are scoring and taking the win... That sound is music to my ears!
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
2:30 AM and my eyes ripped open. I glanced around in the darkness, half expecting to hear the familiar noise of my dogs identification tags clanking that robbed me of my sound sleep, but nothing. Absolute silence. Well, that is if you can ignore a quiet snore from my husband and a much louder snore coming from the pup.
I stared up at the ceiling, waiting to drift back into my dream, but it never happened. I continued staring until I couldn't take the sound of the two enjoying their slumber while I sat wide awake. Finally I shook off the blankets and retreated to the basement.
There I decided to "watch" some reruns of Chopped. Surely this cooking competition could put me back to sleep. An episode and a 1/2 in I realized that the Chopped Challenge wasn't helping, so I decided to take out my computer. Wearily, I began working. After all, there is always something to do, and that could surely get me to return back to sleep.
Hours passed, and before I knew it, I heard the thud of my dog jumping off the bed and onto the floor. Then the step, step, step of Phil headed to bathroom, getting ready to start his day.
How was it possible that I was still awake?
I continued to ask myself that question all day long. I made it. The cold brew coffee did it's job and I made it. Here I am, still going at 8:45 PM. To be honest, I'm not even sure how my eyes are still open.
So I'm going to quit trying to hold out any longer and just drift off. Hopefully.
Monday, March 27, 2017
Working, can't catch up. Stressed.
The week before spring break is always painful. The students think that they are the only ones wishing for a break. It's not true. I desperately need the break as well. Normally, I would be able to power through the week, but this week is different. Jam packed.
Working on Report Cards
Parent Teacher Conferences
Walks with my needy dog
Meal Prep/Planning **Just so we don't eat out each night**
2-3 Accelerated Club
4-5 Accelerated Club
You name it, I've got it this week. I guess I need get to work and check some of those things off the list.
As a lovable blue fish once said, "Just keep swimming!"
The end is in sight!
Sunday, March 26, 2017
So I'm feeling incredibly guilty about not blogging yesterday. I'm bummed that I'm not going to be able to make it each day for a whole month. However, i did have a good reason.
Yesterday we invited our family to come over to celebrate St. Patrick's Day at our house. I spent the whole day getting ready, cooking, and entertaining. By the end of the night, I was just so incredibly exhausted.
Numerous times throughout the day I thought about taking a break and getting my blog post done, but I made the choice to be present and spend my time with my family. Life is too incredibly short not to be 100% present. Thus, no blog post. Instead, I have a day full of beautiful memories.
Well, there's always next year. This year... I will have 30 posts.
Friday, March 24, 2017
Blogging outside when it's 70 degrees in March in the Chicagoland area sounds like an amazing idea. My co-teacher and I discussed the plan this morning and got the kiddos all excited about writing outside. I thought I could get inspiration from getting some fresh air, but as I'm sitting near one of my students we realized that it may not be the case. It's actually kind of distracting.
Wind blowing my hair in my face
The glare of the sun on my iPad
I didn't realize that I needed an environment so free of distractions to produce a piece. Oh well. I guess I will just enjoy the breeze and get lost in the moment.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
I am so not a morning person... I try to be. I set my alarm early with the high hopes of enjoying a cup of coffee AND eating a nutritious breakfast. But usually that doesn't happen. The alarm goes off, and the snooze button is pressed. It's not pressed just once. Nope. That would be responsible. It's pressed multiple times. I also usually wind up setting at least 4 different alarms on my phone in the hopes that just one of the different tones will spark a fire under me that will get me out of my nice warm bed and ready to start my day.
Today was no different. However, since I showered last night and went to bed with wet hair, I didn't have that luxury of sleeping in longer because my the state of my hair this morning was not suitable for public viewing. So I grudgingly turned off my plethora of alarms, whined a little to the dog, and went downstairs to try and get a flat iron through the bird's nest that appeared on my head.
With each pass of the flat iron the hair started to fall into place and resemble hair rather than the atrocity it was before. It took longer than usual, but finally the hair conformed. I unplugged the flat iron. (This is important, but I usually can't remember if I do that.) After unplugging it I started to clean up the area around me. I cleaned out my brush and put it away, and then did the dumbest thing I have done in a long time.
I picked up the flat iron. Now that doesn't sound dumb, but when you pick it up from the hot side, it SURELY is not the smartest thing to do. Before I could even feel the searing pain, I heard my skin sizzle. Immediately I dropped the hair straightener, but it was too late.
The burn mark on my hand reminds me of how I am SO not a morning person.