Monday, March 22, 2010
I've already had to say goodbye to one...she's now a college sophomore and following in my English teaching footsteps. She's amazing...she's growing into a such a wonderful young woman. She's ridden a roller coaster and I think she's finally leaving the loops and just coasting on the ever changing elevation. Her life is anything but smooth, but she's growing, she learning, she's changing. I love this girl like a daughter and it's been hard to let her go, but a joy to have worked with, sparred with, and even chase up stairs in heels.
Her sister is almost her polar opposite. She is my current editor. She is my go-to-girl when I need a babysitter. She loves Taco Bell ALMOST as much as I do, and Sonic drinks JUST as much as I do. She hates confrontation. She pays attention to detail. She's chaos organized. She's kind, considerate, and compasionate. She's manged to handle me in pre-during-and post pregnancy. She's a trooper.
The thought of ending this school year and not having another one of these young ladies in the wings is heart breaking. They both created yearbooks and staffs for me without a single question of why me. They simply took on the task with grace and determination. They are unique and wonderful and I'm terribly sad to say goodbye.
Of all the aspects of teaching I love, saying goodbye to my seniors is by far the most difficult. I allow myself to get attached...which I think is something that makes me a better teacher, but also leaves my heart a little broken.
For the next 8 weeks, I will work hard to impart my limited knowledge of the world to my seniors and hope and pray that I can provide them with the final pillars to hold up their foundation as they build their lives. I know I have to say goodbye. I know it's good to say good bye. However, saying this particular goodbye will indeed break my heart.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Mornings are getting better. I am working really really hard to get this...
A smile in the morning is worth so much!
Now if only I could catch a few more greens...and a few less reds. I only have 5 lights from the house to the parking lot you'd think my odds would be better...
And the last part of my morning routine...breakfast...I swear it's only cereal in the red cup!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
This has nothing to do with the following post but...he's so CUTE!
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to choose.
You have the right to be respected.
You have the right to be loved.
You have the right to show love.
You have the right to BELIEVE.
You have the right to work.
You have the right to learn.
You have the right to share.
You have the right to experience.
Over the past few days I've had the opportunity to hear, see, read, practice, and participate in most of these statements. It's been enlightening to reflect on these. It's done my heart good recognize these things.
Last night while working with my Eng. 101 students on their personal narraitives I had the chance to read over a few of their introductory paragraphs. One of the essays is by a 15 year old boy who began his essay with, you have the right to remain silent. Yes, it was in reference to his being read his Miranda Rights. He was arrested in front of his mother on charges of dealing drugs. I didn't have the chance to read the entire piece, but after spending a few one-on-one moments with this young man, I'm intrigued. I'm looking forward to getting to know more about this articulate and seemingly humble young man who is trying to change his path in life for the better.
Last night my mom and I were discussing the day's events and the result of one of my younger brother's court hearings from earlier in the day. My heart had been so full all day with worry about what would come of his initial court appearance. Having never gotten into any real trouble, it terrifies me to think of all the possible outcomes. However, while I may worry, I realize that I have no control over the outcome of the situation. My brother had the right to choose, and because of his choice, his high school years will not likely be as carefree as he would have hoped. So, as a family, we have the right to love him, but that's about all we can do for him. My mom said something really "parental" during our conversation. She has the right to BELIEVE in him. Not that the rest of him don't believe in his ability to change and make better choices, but our patience has run a bit more thin than hers. She's MOM...enough said.
I think the world needs to learn a little more about the right to share. Yesterday I had a bit of an oops moment. In my crazy Tuesday hussle bussle, I left my phone on top of my car. Unfortunately, it didn't hold on and ended up getting run over. Poor sad phone. "Thankfully" a "good citizen" picked it up and actually answered when Sean called my phone while we were searching for it. The "kind" gentleman said he had the phone but that it had been run over. He gave his address for us to retrieve the phone from him. I am ever so grateful as I have a rather large contacts list and would HATE to have lost that. However, my good feelings toward this gentlemen are slightly torn. After giving Sean his address, the "good" citizen asked if there was a reward for returning the phone. A REWARD?! A REWARD?! SERIOUSLY?! Whatever happened to doing the right thing for the sake of just doing the right thing. Sean was the one to retrieve my phone from said "good citizen" and no, we didn't pay a reward. However, Sean shared with this individual his right to bear arms...one on his hip and one in his back pocket. Needless to say...we got the phone. :-)
Today my seniors began their persuasive research papers. We talked about responsibility, respect, and support. I BELIEVE in them. I don't necessarily agree with many of their topics, but I BELIEVE they can complete the assignment and that's what's important. They have the right to learn. They have the right to work. They have the right to experience...they have the right to experience success or failure. I can only hope they choose to experience a true sense of satisfaction and succeed.
I have the right to be