just tired- SOLC #24/31

Sometimes, I’m just tired.  The days are long and full.  The nights are restless with not much sleep.  The week is filled with meetings, errands, mind work, communicating.  And sometimes, I’m just tired.  I don’t care about exercising or cooking or reading, or even music. I don’t care about movies or Bible study or visiting with friends.  Sometimes, I’m just tired.  Today.

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Sights of Spring in Texas

Yellow-topped cars covered in pollen from the waving tree branches

White-tipped bluebonnets poking through the emerald green sheaths of grass

Well-used handkerchiefs stuffed into pockets of hay fever victims

Orange-tinged sunrises a greeting me a bit later than last week

Badly-timed crossings made by unlucky squirrels

Scantily clad runners bobbing down the dusty path

Weary-eyed teachers nodding resolutely as test time approaches

Curious-minded seniors counting down the days until graduation

Bright-colored pedicures flashing emerging toes

Frost-coated cups of beverages refreshing thirsty patrons

Mindfully-displayed crosses announcing the death and life of a Savior

 

 

I Ate Twins for Breakfast- SOLC #22/31

I ate twins for breakfast.

This isn’t a play on words.  I really ate twins for breakfast.

Every morning I enjoy a breakfast sandwich,

Complete with Canadian bacon, cheddar cheese, sourdough bread, and today…

Twins.

I was quite taken aback when I cracked my egg into the tiny pan.

Two yolks instead of one.

I was eating two embryos instead of one.

For some reason, I had a hard time completing my routine,

Picturing two identical baby sister chicks pecking around for seed.

Had I not been running late, I probably would’ve scrapped it and eaten

Something else.

When I told my husband, he grimaced too.

Why did eating twins bother us, when eating a single yolk not warrant a second thought?

I ate it anyway.

And it was delicious.

 

Kids as Inspiration- SOLC- #21/31

I am so loving this challenge.

I mentioned in an earlier post that as an Instructional Coach, I don’t have my own class, so I borrowed a class to share the challenge with me.  They are a veritable mixture of intellect, nationalities, personalities, and commitment to the daily writing.  Reading their  blogs not only entertains me, but it serves as inspiration for things that I can write about too.  I often don’t understand what games they refer to or movies they review.  Despite my “old person ignorance”, I CAN relate to many of their experiences and responses to these challenges or celebrations.

Commenting and receiving comments is my favorite part.  I love being able to mention encounters or feelings that we share; I always comment with my similar story if possible.  And they do the same!  Yesterday, I vented about political stuff.  One sweet girl’s response was, “Sometimes it’s good to let it all out.”  Indeed!  The cool thing is, she was the inspiration for this particular post, because she had written a venting piece the day before.  She gave me permission to do the same.  Similarly, one student listed his 5 favorite area restaurants, complete with a tantalizing description of what fares they offered.  Don’t be surprised if you see a post of my favorites soon.

And some posts are just delightfully written, fraught with soft detail, as well as bold descriptions.  These young writers love tinkering with their word choice.  Liked any writer, sometimes it works; sometimes it will work next time.  But seeing them playing with their language, making sure it reflects their thoughts precisely, brings joy to this teacher heart.  Their teacher (remember, not me) does such a wonderful job of giving them plenty of student choice on their posts, allowing them to explore sometimes the most mundane life moments and bring them to life through words.  Her daily commitment to reading them and commenting highlights her willingness to give of herself, so they can get this writing experience.

Of course, to be honest, some of the students are not enjoying this challenge.  To them, this is something to check off; they would rather not write about a slice of their lives.  And that’s OK too.  Hopefully by the end of the month, these teens will look back and find at least one post they produced that they are proud of, or read several that they enjoyed, or got to know a person in the class or across the country a little better.

We can inspire each other, and do so daily.

Warning: Venting Zone- SOLC #20/31

Sometimes you just have to vent…and this is the night.  So I give you plenty of warning to go to another post.  I’m not usually one to complain or focus on the negative.  Life’s too short for that.  And while this is not aimed at a specific political party, it does involve the goings on of our state and federal government.  So again, warning.  This is your last chance to escape.

I will never understand the lack of respect that our leaders give the teaching profession.  There is much talk in my state about bills that will be considered this session.  Since our legislature only meets every other year, we always share a collective sigh of relief when the politicians are done for another two years.  Until now, we have managed to escape the veritable voucher, designed to make teachers and schools more accountable for their teaching by giving families choice.  If you’re a teacher, I don’t have to tell you the potential harm this option could be for public schools.  And with more talk about it and other education cut-backs, I cannot comprehend how any of these could be a good idea.

Last month, I attended a lovely dinner with some long-time friends.  They know I teach in a Title I school and am constantly under pressure to take care of  precious teenagers.  When one of these lovely people, and then a second, third, and fourth lamented about how “the failing public schools need to be fixed”, I just sat there.  Immediately, they realized the impact of their comments and back-pedaled, asking how my work was going, etc.  I responded, unable to contain my frustration. “None of you sent your children to public school, so I get frustrated when I hear you say this.  What exactly does fixing the public schools look like?”  I won’t go on about the conversation, but it included questions about my salary, benefits, parent involvement.  They couldn’t believe that our legislature was proposing cutting the state’s contribution to insurance coverage or the fact that the latest bill is to change our pension plan.  “They can’t do that!”

Yes, they can. And with the temper of the times, I would not be surprised if they do.  But it all cycles back to my initial question.  Why does this profession get such little respect?  How can we hope to retain our phenomenal professional, both young and old, when society sees this profession as something that has to be fixed?  Who will speak up for all these young thinkers who deserve the right to a first-class education.

I know it’s my responsibility to speak up for myself, and I will- and more than just through my blog.  And I challenge you to do the same.