Friday, January 28, 2011

Who am I to Judge?


I have an ugly confession...

I
Can
Be
Judgy.

I know, I know, we all are, but it isn't until very recently, that I realized how judgy I can be.

But before I start this blog, I must apologize in advance because I am sure that I am going to offend someone and for that I am sorry in advance.

As many of you know (and if you don't you must not have read my other posts), I am a teacher of the up and coming generation. While sometimes I wish that I taught the 7 year olds, I teach the 14-20 year olds...which means I have a plethera things to judge.

By the way, stay with me, I promise this post is not really about my job.

Anyways, as I was saying, I teach teenagers and with this means I sometimes teach teenager who are themselves having babies. It is a sad situation and I never really know what to say when I get the news. I never say Congratulations because I refuse to condone it, but at the same time I never put them down. The deed is done and now they just need to know that I believe in them and that I know if they work really hard they can still complete their education.

This is where the judgement comes in: Secretly I am angry with them. I know they will not be the true parent to that child. In very few cases do I hear about that teenager and her partner in crime being full time parents AND full time students. Yet, here I am expected to be full time mommy and teacher. Many of these kids (and no, not all) will never know what it is truly like to have to truly sacrifice. Often, their mom will take over many of the responsibilities and those babies often grow up only to repeat the cycle. This infuriates me. Until today...

As I sit here and mull over being a "single parent" for the next few weeks, I realize how blessed I am to have my mommy and daddy to step in, to babysit, to make a meal once in a while, to...whatever. I have never had to do what I do alone...by myself... The one time I did have to, kinda, was when I lived in Florida for a year. I was by myself with no help from mommy and daddy, but at the same time, I didn't work and I think I attended 10 social events without my daughter. (2 of them were with my hubby when my MOM came in town.)

HELL not only does my mom help with the Bug, but on Wednesday she is picking up my whitening trays at the dentist, and today she paid for me to get my brows threaded (which hurt like I don't know what!) So maybe the hubs and I are the Bug's support system, but my parents are ours. And that is okay.

So mom and dad...you may never read this, but I want to send out a virtual hug, kiss, and thank you. You can never realize how much better parents you let us be by being there for us.

And as for the babies out there having babies: know that it is okay to ask for help, but be truly grateful for it. Rise to the occasion of being the parent and know that the commitment is life long...on both ends.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

One day...


So I gave my writing class an assignment.

They had to roll 7 dice and whatever pictures came up they had to include in their next short story. The words: beetle, sun, magic, castle tower, tee-pee, The letter L, and cane.

I decided that this would be fun and that I wanted to participate too. Normally I don't share my writing with the kids. They know I have a blog, but I would never tell them where they could find it. I told one class that I used blogspot.com and I got "That is where the old people blog."

Like most, my writing is personal, but really, it goes deeper than that. I don't really want to be judged, ESPECIALLY by my students. I mean, would you? Would you want to put your words and thoughts out to people who still judge their peers by what brand of shoe they are wearing?

Regardless, I decided to participate with my wrting class and write a short story. We share tomorrow and you know what? As much as I am scared shitless, I am rejuvenated. I LOVED making myself write something that required characters, conflicts, and creativity. I don't even care if it sucks (for lack of a better word). Over the last 6 years, I have become so involved in teaching other people's words that I forgot my own.

This blog is the closest I have gotten to writing and it took me almost a year to write 8 posts. Re-DUNK-ULOUS!

I know I spent a whole post on bashing those of you with your new year's resolutions, but I think I might have to recant...

I resolve to write more. I resolve to sharing my creativity with the world...or my 6 followers. I resolve to making my childhood dream come true: publishing...something other than just this blog.

(And if I may toot my own horn, my story was pretty darn good for my first time back on the horse. Toot! Toot!...or Neigh!!!...or whatever other cliche I can use here)

Saturday, January 8, 2011

What's for Dinner

I felt I needed to redeem myself after my last post...

This is what we are having for dinner tonight. I hope it is yummy.


Lazy Lasagna Chili

1 cup coarsely chopped zucchini

½ cup coarsely chopped onion

1 lb sweet Italian sausage (4 links)

2 garlic cloves, pressed

1 (26 oz) jar spaghetti sauce

2 (14-14 ½ oz) cans beef broth

1 cup water

1 ½ cups uncooked pasta of choice

2 Tbls snipped basil (optional)

1. Coarsely chop zucchini and onions using Food Chopper; set zucchini aside. Remove casings from sausage; discard casings. Heat Lg 8qt Pot over medium heat until hot. Add sausage, onion and garlic pressed with Garlic Press; cook sausage 8-10 minutes or until no longer pink, breaking sausage into crumbles; drain.

2. Add spaghetti sauce, broth and water; bring to a boil. Stir in pasta. Reduce heat; simmer, uncovered, 7 minutes. Stir zucchini into chili' cook 2-4 minutes or until zucchini is tender. Remove from heat; stir basil into soup, if desired. Ladle soup into bowls; serve with French Bread.


Note: The Pic is not my actual soup. I chopped up my zuchini to get the kid (and myself) to eat it. I also used penne.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Dinner for 1 1/2.


I like to think that I am an okay mom. There aren't awards given for best mom and such, but if there was one, I'd like to believe I would at least get an Emmy...not the Primetime Emmy, not even the Daytime Emmy, but you know, the local Emmy. I am the best mom in my locality after all; the locality being 201 Rountree Drive of course.
I still have a lot to work on. I am a working mom so that right there makes me half of a mom and I didn't breast feed which I assume that makes me like one quarter of a good mom(please say you are picking up on the sarcasm). On a more real note, I want to be the mom that does crafts on the weekends, the mom that doesn't let her child watch too much TV, and the mom that makes fresh vegetables for dinner instead of canned vegetables. Some nights I just wish I was the mom that had a meal to make...period.
Take tonight for instance. I spent my entire drive home (approximately 45 minutes) thinking about what fabulous meal I was going to whip up. I came up with calling in Chinese and having the hubs pick it up.
I know, I know. Somewhere out there, there is a mom cringing right now. About once a week, and usually by Thursday, I just don't have it in me. I just don't. Kinda the same with my wardrobe. If they would let us wear yoga pants on Thursdays, I would. Chinese/Fast Food are my yoga pants.
So the dilemma is this: WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO WHEN THE HUBS GOES TO BAHRAIN FOR 6 MONTHS???
No...seriously. I know myself well enough to know that my poor kid will be eating cereal 3 days a week. Sunday dinner better start happening again at mom's; otherwise, we aren't eating home cooked meals. Unless ramen counts as home cooked. It does involve water on a stove (I don't use the microwave.)
I ask this of you my loyal 3 followers...don't leave comments on this post. Leave easy recipes. Better yet, leave a cooked dinner on my doorstep. The Bug and I will appreciate it.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Resolutions are for suckers!!!


I don't have a lot to say about Resolutions.
I'm tired of making them. I am tired of breaking them. Most importantly, I am tired of the people who NEED to make them...DON'T!
For example: My students! I asked them what their resolutions were today. No hands. "Okay you guys, what are your goals for the upcoming semester?" Again, no hands.
So we went on with our work. "Get out a pen or pencil." 6 hands go up.
"Can I get a pencil?"
"I don't have my pencil, I was running late."
So I suggest a resolution, "How 'bout we make it a resolution to have a pen or pencil everyday?" 1 hand.
"Why do you have them there for us if you don't want us to use them?"
At this point 2 hands go up. Mine. Over my face.
White flag.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Dreaming is not just for kids...


Have you ever read the book The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch? If you haven't I want to be the first to recommend it. It is not a transcript of what you saw on "Oprah" or You Tube, but rather a real insight into his what drove him in his life and final days.
Yes it is one of those feel-good-you-can-do-anything-you-put-your-mind-to books. And for some that may be a turn off, but I promise you, it will change your life, or at least your day if nothing else.
His overall theme is all about childhood dreams. His ranged from winning one of those RIDICULOUSLY large stuffed animals at an amusement park to authoring an article in the World Book Encyclopedia. Both of which he accomplished. Playing for the NFL and being Captain Kirk didn't happen, but he did meet the Shatner: the original Captain Kirk.
So you know what is coming next: my childhood dreams. I mean if we get technical this is what a blog is for, right? An opportunity to be self indulgent and tell my whopping 2 followers (1 being myself) my thoughts, my dreams, my hopes...blah, blah, blah.
Don't laugh.

My Childhood Dreams
  1. Be the mascot for Old Dominion University aka Big Blue
  2. Work at Busch Gardens (an amusement park about 1 hour away) and be the one that says "Welcome to "insert ride name here" please secure all loose articles and prepare for the Ride of Fright.
  3. Be a teacher
  4. Be an actress
  5. Be a singer
  6. Publish something
I think I can say I somewhat accomplished 3 out of 6 so far (if you bend the dream to fit my modern day interpretation).
  1. Even though I didn't realize this dream until I was 17 or so, I knew the day I went to my first ODU game that I wanted to be Big Blue. I later found out that you have to be a certain height and that no matter what I was not going to realize this dream through. I did, however, one day meet the person in charge of Big Blue at a wine festival. I told her how it was my ultimate dream (remember it is a wine festival and I had had a few) to be the mascot. She entertained me by taking my number. I still haven't gotten my phone call yet, but meanwhile I have been seen running around as the mascot of the school I work at. It is not Big Blue, but it has been a whole lotta fun.
  2. I just made my hubby aware of this dream of Busch Gardens and how I was going to make it happen. He rolled his eyes, but I am more determined than ever to make it happen. I haven't figured out the logistics yet, seeing I have a 3 1/2 year old and a hubby going to Bahrain, but I plan on applying. I'm sure the $6 an hour I will make can cover my gas and daycare...right?
  3. Becoming a teacher has been the hardest and easiest dream I have ever had. I can go on and on, but I think my previous post provides all you ever need to know.
  4. When I made this dream I thought I would be an actress in Broadway or an actress that plays a girl on Broadway. (Have you ever seen A Chorus Line the movie? This is where this crazy notion came from.) I didn't have the parents that were the types that said "follow your dreams" or packed up the family so I could audition for the "Mickey Mouse Club." I also had people who reminded me through my adolescents that I was not the type for acting; in other words, I was fat. Needless to say, I never really had the chance to fulfill going to Broadway, but I did act in Fiddler on the Roof, in fact I was the understudy for the third daughter. I was even called to come audition for another play after that, but it never went anywhere.
  5. Karaoke can't really count as being a singer so I need to do something for this dream to be fulfilled? Anyone want to higher me a mediocre singer for their wedding? I do a great rendition of "Torn Between Two Lovers." Oh wait...
  6. This dream is another childhood dream that came to me as an older "kid." The idea of my words being read by someone else excites me to no end. The problem: Facebook and Blogspot are not going to make these dreams happen. I constantly say I have no time to write, but the truth is that I don't make the time. I also have got to get over the idea that someone WILL reject me. My work will not be to someone's liking and that is okay. If my one follower is reading this and knows someone in the business, please feel free to pass my name on.
Oy vey! Nothing like taking inventory of your life to realize what you have still yet to accomplish. It's almost exhausting.
I do like to think I have accomplished some other great things. I always knew I'd be a mom so I am not sure I ever had that as a dream, but to date the Bug is probably my greatest accomplishment. I also got through college and received a degree when the cards were stacked against me.
I guess I should sign off...the novel isn't going to write itself.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Graduation Day


In January 2006 I got hired as a teacher. I worked hard. I cried a lot. I smoked more cigarettes in a day than ever before (keep in mind I NEVER smoked during school hours). I questioned myself as a teacher and even as a person...daily.

Minus the 9 months that I was pregnant (I did not smoke at all, rather I cried more), this pattern continued for the next two years.

It was a rough 2 1/2 years.

There were accolades of sorts, but usually the accolades came far and few and most of the time the kids only showed appreciation the next school year when they now hated their newest set of teachers and wished they were in your class again.

God seemed to answer my prayers that year when he sent me and the hubby to Florida and allowed me to take a break from the career that I had always wanted.

Last year, after the hiatus, I returned to the work force at a new school in a grade level I was comfortable in. I would be lying to say that it was soooooo much better. But it was better. I had a great team that allowed me to lean on them when I was clueless and when I was faltering. I had a 6th bell that even in the worst of times, they were my joys.

But I still had days when I would ask my husband what I was doing wrong. I needed a thank you. I needed an 'atta boy every once in a while. Both my hubby and colleagues said, "When you teach high school, you won't usually get those until graduation night...sometimes even later."

So this summer I pondered what other skills I had. What other job could I do if teaching killed my soul before it killed my body? I had always wanted to be a teacher. I was 4 when I told my mom I wanted a chalkboard. I was 7 when I made my first worksheet.

I was a great waitress at one time...but my body wouldn't let me go there again.

I have a KILLER answering phones voice (or so I have been told a tim or two)...but that would never keep me busy enough to justify me being away from the Bug 8 hours a day. (Plus is there a job you can JUST answer phones? Usually they require typing and well 28 wpm and 1 handed typing is not going to get me anywhere.)

So with my head hung low I returned to a new year. I psyched myself into believing I was excited, but in actuallity I was scared. I had a new team. A new room (this was actually a good thing). A new grade level. And even a new floor.

But something has happened...

They like me. They really like me!

My team is great. The students are FAR from wonderful and they are still no bell 6, but there are kids who I have touched and they have said "Thank You"...already. And these aren't your nerdy little freshmen.

DF told me my class was bullshit 4-5 times the first day he showed. He walked out at some point. He is a 18 year old freshman, and he thought my public speaking class was a freshman class and he was having no part in that. I was so angry that first day, but when he showed up 2 classes later, I laid low with him. And when he was much better. I told him. A couple classes later he showed up on time. Today in class he joked with me and stated that I was one of the few classes he showed to. (Not exactly "Thank you" but I'll take it. )

BB showed up day 1 in my honors class. I prejudged her. I could tell she was going to be a hardass who would probably make the class difficult. I had seen her in the halls earlier being Miss Toughgirl and disruptive. Yet, I noticed that once inside the 4 walls of the class she was a different person. Vulnerable. Calm. She did well on her first quiz. I let her know that I had figured out her secret: She might be hard and tough in the halls and with her friends, but she was smater than what her friends knew. I told her secret was safe with me...until she got in trouble. Since then, she emails me every other day with a "hello to her favorite teacher" and stops by 2-3 times a day. (I'll count that as a thank you)

Final JS. He is again in my Honors class, but I can tell that he will struggle. He has the wandering eye that sometimes wanders onto other people's work, but more often just into "I don't know what the heck I am doing" outer space. I pulled him in the hall and told him that he had to let me know if he was struggling. He had to talk to me. He ended the conversation with a thank you and as I turned around to go back in--he hugged me. I was caught off guard.

Today was my graduation day. In one day, I felt all 550 kids that I have taught hug me. Even Bell 8 from last year. Even my 15 year old 6th grader who on my second day ever made me cry. Even the girl who called me "a fat bitch" in the hall 4 years ago.

This is me hugging them back.


Sidenote: I have now been smoke free for almost 2 1/2 years.