knocking on the sky

i need to stop

i need to stop thinking everyone is perfect.  you, reading this right now, i think you are perfect. surprise! you have a devoted fan that thinks you're the best.  and, in truth, you are probably really fantastic and amazing, but are you really perfect? nah, who is?

i need to stop expecting to be perfect.  right?  i think that is right.  maybe.  is that right? probably....okay, enough of this.

i need to stop blogging about stuff like this.  oi.

i recently took a little trip to the happiest place on earth. with the happiest people on earth.  it was really wonderful to take a little step away from school/internship/stress and spend time with my wonderful family all fun and fancy free like. 

let me share with you...

 

in another life i would make some cool collage with these photos and swankify them up for you...but there are papers to grade and pillows to greet, so i hope these few photographs will serve to show you that we had a marvelous and happy time. 

thank you, walt. 


p.s. stay tuned! you haven't seen my sweet disney-tron pics yet!

Mother Knows Best

Mom says that I should post more.  It is always nice to know you have one fan out there!  I'll try to make a bit of time in the future to post something substantial.  My life is full of stories I could post.  Seriously.  Being in a room with 29 six year-olds all day every day definitely adds to your repertoire.

And with that, I'll leave you with some Pooh wisdom. (which is my very favorite sort)

"Some people care too much.  I think its called love."

A.A. Milne Winnie-the-Pooh

some things in life are wonderful

one of those things is being able to spend a restful evening at home.   well, not everyone would define curriculum mapping and paper correcting as restful, but it is pleasant enough when coupled with family and a good show or something. for the record, take the money and run makes me happy.

school continues to be hard.  i've already had my first break down.  i've made myself sick with stress.  the real deal even...sore throat, sneezing all the time, achy and tired.  i didn't know i could do that to myself, but no matter.  it will be okay and i know that as i teach and teach and teach and keep teaching more things will come easier....or maybe i'll just get used to the hardness.  it is hard, yes, but did i mention that it is also fun?

either way, this is what i've been working and planning for since second grade.  l'chaim!

first day

Well I should like very much to keep blogging about my life.  It is kind of fun, even if only .06 or something people are reading it.  Mostly it is therapeutic for me to write about my thoughts and goings-on.

Yesterday was my first day of school.  No, I didn't get a cute new backpack and nobody took a picture of me while I walked out the door, but I did have those butterflies in my tummy and I did wonder if I would be able to do everything that was expected of me. 

Sometimes I still marvel at the fine line between student and teacher.  I think we may always be some of both.

Anyway, the day went well.  That is, there were no major mishaps.  There were surprises, it was very very hard, but it went well.  Today was even a little better, though no less hard.  I'm a little in awe as I realize that I have signed a contract to do this for the next 180 school days...but I'm committed now, and I'm praying that things will just keep getting better.

My kids are great, my team is great, my school is great.  Now I just need to be great!  I'm working on it, and as my awesome intern facilitator says, one step at a time is all you need.

august

Ogust. Augusztus. Agosti.

the eighth month of the year.

this month.

As I woke up this morning and had the striking realization that it was now August, I felt several things.  First I felt a sort of queasy sensation in my stomach and my mind and my heart when I realized that I begin teaching first grade in a matter of weeks.  Next I felt a sort of happy lolloping in said stomach, mind, and heart as I considered the matter more thoroughly.  I confess I am highly nervous.  I mean highly nervous.  But this is also a time I've been looking forward to and counting on since 2nd grade and I know it is going to feel oh-so-good to reach it.

I've been doing some homework. Did you know that the month of August was renamed in 8 B.C. (from the Latin Sextilis) in honor of Augustus, that most famous first Roman Emperor.  He chose this month as his because throughout his life it was during the time of August that he experienced his greatest triumphs.  Although I don't intend to develop an Empire-wide courier system or annex Egypt, I hope this is also my month.  

I hope very much that this is my month.  

I fully expect anxiety and stress and a breakdown or two, but I also expect much joy and satisfaction and delight as I begin my little teaching career. So here is to August!  

We'll see what he brings.

*Wildflowers picked by James our way to Glacier National Park