>simple pleasures when away from home

>A student once gave me a card on the last day of school that said, “There are three great things about being a teacher: June, July, and August.” And this was a good kid, a young man who has kept in touch and is now in law school! In a school like mine, however, we deal with a lot of emotionally charged issues because of the wide variety of families and the transient nature of the neighborhood. Yesterday was a staff development day that involved planning for next year, and I came out of it exhausted rather than refreshed. I will feel better when I see my class today, but I’ll still be happy when I send home their report cards and move them along to the next grade level.

When we take our family vacation (an actual vacation! With a road trip! The first in four years!), I’m looking forward to some simple pleasures. Being finished with schoolwork will feel great, especially after the rush to finish the year-end paperwork. Not having to wash dishes or sheets will be nice, of course, but there are other little tidbits that make me happy.

Reading a newspaper in every city we visit
Attempting the crossword puzzles in each newspaper
Reading a few books for pleasure without having to “make time” for them
Taking pictures in various states along the way to use in my social studies lessons
Picking up a few new coffee mugs for my collection
Listening to Husband and Amigo bond in the front seat while I read or nap in the back
Exchanging emails with new friends, running into others

Posting the travails of our travels — eventually. I might not have pictures until we get home.

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>Blue skies, smilin’ at me

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Photos taken on the way to visit La Petite Friday night after the major storm blew through. The rainbow was fading so fast I just grabbed my cell phone camera and hoped for the best. I missed the tornado(s), the hail, and the worst of the rain, thank goodness. I had to take a different route than planned because of a washed out bridge, but otherwise all was well. And in case you were wondering, the campus now has heat and hot water. 🙂

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>Worry is the misuse of Imagination.

>I have a sign behind my desk stating just that. It doesn’t stop me from worrying, but it reminds me that there are more effective ways to expend my energy.
La Petite had a major sinus infection a few weeks ago. On her visit to the school clinic, they started to tell her that she had to show symptoms for another week before they’d put her on meds. She asked them to check her records for last year. Sure enough, she’d suffered the exact same problem one year ago.
They gave her the antibiotics with no further questions.
Two years ago I went to our family doctor with my annual spring sinus infection. She looked at my medical history and said, “You’re three days late this year.” Last year I managed to escape the misery, but today I went back for a dose of the usual. I’ll pick it up at the pharmacy later this afternoon. This is a case where like mother, like daughter, isn’t necessarily a good thing. When I get a seasonal sinus infection, I now worry about her developing the same painful symptoms.

There was a major explosion last week on the campus where La Petite goes to school. It was accidental, although she admitted that the timing (one year after Virgina Tech’s mass shooting) had a lot of people freaked. In her role as asst. photo editor for the school paper, she helped send out photos of the disaster to several news outlets, almost all of which ran the photos. (Note to self: remind her to send resumes to these people when she graduates)
No one was killed, and only one person was injured. But the major impact on students was this: the explosion destroyed the main and the backup boiler that provide heat and hot water to the campus at large.
Yes, you read that correctly. All the students living on campus have been without heat and hot water for a week now.
La Petite lives in an apartment near campus — so near campus that she’s closer to her classes then she was when she lived in a dorm. But by virtue of being off campus, she has hot water. She can shower! Wash dishes! Do laundry (I hope)! But the others? Apparently the athletic department has its own hot water supply, so students are allowed to use the locker rooms for basic hygiene needs. The Powers That Be are also encouraging students to go home as often as possible to — well, to shower.
Thank goodness it’s spring, not winter. Going without heat in April is a whole different story than doing without in January.
And thank goodness she’s living in an apartment. If she didn’t, I might have to rethink this weekend visit of mine.

Worry is just one part of motherhood. For more serious and sweet Portraits of Mothers, look to the Parent Bloggers Network and their Blog Blast for this week.

Update: Husband now has an appointment to see the doctor on Monday for his own version of the annual sinus infection. Sigh. Sniff. Snore.

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>Ah, youth, where hast thou gone?

>I’m not a “Cat Lady.” I don’t have a shopping cart full of cat food, ice cream, and frozen pizza — for one.
But that’s only because I’m allergic to cats and my husband does the grocery shopping.
So I had to laugh out loud when I read Melanie’s post describing her exciting Friday evening shopping trip.
I don’t go out in public in sweats, but that’s only because mine are too ratty to wear outside the bedroom. My track suits count, though, in the uber-casual category, and I do go out in public wearing those.
Sometimes splurging on myself doesn’t mean a single-serving pizza, but an omelet with all the fixings. Cooking it myself is a fun solitary activity, with the exception of the clean-up. But going out to the diner alone for an omelet doesn’t really cut it; I’d rather curl up with a good book in one hand and a coffee mug in the other.
This weekend I’ll be a little too busy for curling up in a corner by myself, and I have to dress professionally on Saturday. But since I’ll be visiting La Petite on Friday night and Saturday, I might end up treating both of us to a simple but fun pizza or simples restaurant meal. I’ll have to promise not to wear sweats, though. She might refuse to be seen with me if I do.

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>Books. Gotta love ’em.

>It was a typical class transition, which in my class means a struggle to get everyone to shift gears mentally and physically. Then, guide all 25 of them into the hallway (quietly!) and across the hall for Science, and welcome the other group of 9- and 10-year-olds into my classroom for Social Studies. We made it through these maneuvers, I allowed one girl and one boy to use the rest rooms, and then turned out the lights and turned on the overhead projector to introduce the details of the upcoming research project.
Suddenly a confused-looking face peeked up from the Book Nook corner behind the computers. One of mine, looking confused, stood up and shook his head a little. He had been so involved in the book he was reading, so totally lost in its world, that he never noticed the rest of the class putting away their math books, getting out their science folders, and leaving the room. He smiled sheepishly, gathered his materials and left the room.
No, I didn’t give him grief. I couldn’t. You see, I recognized a little of the fourth grade me in this kid. My mother remembers the time I walked home from school reading a book and I walked right past our house. Books? They’re great. Who needs TV?

In case you’re wondering, the book was a Junior Classic, an abridged version of Robinson Crusoe that I picked up for $1 at a thrift store.
It was a dollar well spent.

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>Care Packages just aren’t the same

>When La Petite was a freshman, I bought the commercial Welcome Pack and various holiday gift packages. I’m sure I supported someone’s fundraising, and my daughter enjoyed getting treats now and then.
Her sophomore year, I did the same.
Now she doesn’t live in a dorm, but in a near-campus apartment, so I skipped it. She says she’s okay with that, so why do I feel a small bit of motherly guilt?

I haven’t made the old-fashioned cookie packages like the ones my mom sent me.
I haven’t packaged up a batch of goodies when MidTerms rolled around.
But I haven’t failed. Oh, I may be different, but I haven’t failed her completely.

For one, I send her links. Where my mother would mail little items (including comics!) that she’d clipped from the paper, I send my daughter URLs for relevant articles and blog posts, even shopping deals. We could chalk that up to the change in technology. We email, chat by IM, and text message each other, too.
I set things aside for her. I put her Girl Scout cookies in her bedroom so we wouldn’t be tempted to eat them in a PMS inspired fit. Did I say we? I meant me. I mean I. I mean…did I say something about chocolate?!
When we found out she and her roomie had lost the remote control for their TV, we found an unused universal remote and mailed it down to her, along with batteries. I suggested chocolate, but Husband “forgot” to throw the candy in the package at the last minute.
The last time we visited, we brought a bag of groceries that included bunny food, Mountain Dew, batteries for the remote control (see above) and a big box of trash bags. And a chair! We brought her a chair! Don’t laugh — it was taking up space in the garage, and Husband wasn’t ready to give it up for good just yet.
Last, but not least, I send her free samples. Yes, free samples. Whenever I see an opportunity to get a freebie, I send one to her, too. When she gets a package of something random like a granola bar or the new flavor of Chex Mix, she knows it’s from me. I even hooked her up with a free test sample of a new dishwashing liquid, and now she’s set for dishes for the remainder of the semester, if not the year.
No, these aren’t romantic or fancy. They’re silly little surprises that turn up in her mailbox at unexpected times. They make her smile and let her know I’m thinking about her now and then. In her own sarcastic way, she’d say, “I feel special”– but I know that sometimes, just sometimes, she really does.

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>Am I green? A pale shade of mint, perhaps?

>I blow it sometimes.
I have cloth bags for shopping, but I forget them too often. We buy bottled water. Yes, we do. We even use paper napkins, not cloth. We don’t bring our own bags to the grocery store or bring back the paper bags, either.
But on the other hand…
I have a re-usable shopping bag in my purse, and it works very well when I remember to use it.
I shred, and we use the shred to fill packages instead of styro packing peanuts. I recycle the water bottles! I do! We also reuse and recycle the paper bags. I used to bring them to school for book covers when I taught older kids. The paper napkins don’t go in the garbage. As soon as it’s warm enough, I compost them. This year, that means as soon as the water goes down.
Compost! Recycle! Reuse! I’m at least a little greenish.

I teach in a school that celebrates Earth Week in a big way by reading stories, leading discussions, and teaching the students how to actually make a difference. One day this week we’ll have “No New Paper Day” where every piece of paper is a re-used piece. We hope this philosophy will spread. We don’t expect our colleagues to use only re-used paper, but to look for opportunities to cut down on the waste. A gradual transition can make a big difference on our world — and our budget.
We’ve set up a day for a minimal-waste lunch. The cafeteria staff created a menu of finger food to avoid using plastic utensils, and we’ll teach a minilesson on composting to show the kids how to throw food waste such as peelings in the compost instead of the garbage. We’ll encourage students to bring reusable containers instead of bags; many already do.
There’s more on the schedule, but I’ll leave it at that. I’m proud to be on this planning committee; we planned a week of celebrations that are also educational.

On the green scale, I may not be perfect, but I’m getting there. And honestly? I think I’m pretty darn good.

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>Poetry Month, for better or for verse

>If it has three lines and a frog, it’s a Haiku.
Poets read prose differently.
Poets today write not about history, but about time. Not time that has passed, but time that’s ticking, ticking right now.
Dogs have voice. And how.
“Borrowing” from another poet is a professional courtesy.

I had the pleasure of hearing former Poet Laureate Billy Collins two nights ago. He was speaking as part of a local book festival, a week of literature, featuring poets and novelists and more, bringing readers and writers together. The grand statements in the previous sentence were all stolen from introductions and brochures; none are original. But if I’m to take Mr. Collins’ word, though it was given with a sardonic smile and a knowing glance, I can consider it Professional Courtesy rather than plagiarism.

If you asked me to pick a favorite poem out of the evening, I couldn’t do it. There was so much to enjoy in his work and his short pieces of banter in between poems, I’m left with a tone, a mood, rather than a single favorite. There were times I thought a poem could have ended after a few lines; the message was that strong, that clear. But as he read on, the poem took shape and lived, pulling us listeners along a new path.

I haven’t written or posted anything new since then; I’m rather basking in the warmth of hearing a professional, a creative and intelligent poet reading and expanding on his work.

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>Out of the mouths of…tweens?

>Teacher: Note passing isn’t allowed in class. Hand it over.
Student: It’s not a note! It’s a list!
Teacher: Hand it over.
Student: It’s a list. See?!
Teacher: And now it’s my list, since you were passing it in class.

Here it is, the note/list of the day:

To: Ashley, no one else
From: Jenny

Birthday List
I-pod
cell phone
white bunny webkinz
hippo Webkinz
Something High School Musical

Life is much simpler when you’re turning ten. I’m not sure this little darling’s family will spring for the iPod or the cell phone, but they might pick up the Webkinz animals. High School Musical is her favorite — her locker has a big picture of Zach Ephron hanging in it — so maybe that’s where the cool gifts will turn up.

I just hope they’ll remind her not to pass notes in class!

What if teachers passed notes in staff meetings? No, don’t answer that. It might be like the crazy emails at my last school.

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>There must be a punch line here somewhere.

> Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Canoe.
Canoe who?
Canoe tell me a good knock knock joke?

I could rename this post “When Canoes go Wild.” This one is tired of hanging on the garage, so it’s creating a stream for a getaway. Or maybe it’ll use the ladder to elope with the fishing boat behind the shed. It’s my neighbor’s canoe. Should I warn him? Or do you think he’d be happy not to have to pay for the big wedding?

Sorry, a bit punchy. It’s been a week. Let’s leave it at that. And it’s only Wednesday!

I’ll just go feed the rabbit.

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