Life...: Let the sticky notes find their place...

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Let the sticky notes find their place...

You see, I have this gallon sized Ziploc bag. Its contents include sticky notes, just sticky notes. Being that I love the dollar bins at Target and back-to-school sales at Office-max, Staples or even Wal-Mart the bag is completely stuffed.

I have pink ones and blue ones and polka dot ones and ones with apples that a friend gave me. I have very tiny ones (said in the Dr. Katy voice of course), I have big giant ones, tall skinny ones, wide ones, and all sizes in between.

I'm so glad I now have a place for them. I will take them in my D&B aka: Dooney - teacher bag and leave notes for the "real" teacher about how great her class was today and how I can't wait to come back. I will keep my most beautiful ones for letters to the principal to tell her how great the school was. I might even use a few for myself to jot down notes about things like: cool rules I hadn't thought of, classroom set-up that worked well, funny things kids say to substitutes and so on. I think I am so excited that I will even go buy more next week in a celebration of my new job.

I think I'll even use one of the big ones to write a note to the lady I'll call M&M that interviewed me today. She was the SINGLE NICEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET!!!! She is nicer than my mother, she is nicer than Anthony, she is nicer than anyone ever was. I wish that every person in the entire universe was as nice as her! I am absolutely, positively not kidding.

There are some people in this world that make my heart happy. Truly happy. I could list them on one hand - M&M, Jason O., Chelsie P. and two other unnamed friends. (Yes - other people make me happy, I love them, I love being around them, they are my friends and confidants) but these people make my heart fill with love and joy. Back to M&M - I wish she did the interviews and hiring for every job in the universe - she would just know where people would fit together. And I know that if she had the power, Chelsie and I would have one of those "open" classrooms. You know one where I'm on one side with my students, she is on the other side with her students and there is only one-half of a wall in between. We could co-teach and it would be great.

M&M also had on the cutest dress ever, and we talked about where we got our dresses, and how much we loved to shop. I thought she was adorable and she told me I was. Yep -that's right - me, adorable.

According to Websters I am:

a-dor-a-ble
-adjective
1. Very attractive or delightful; charming; what an adorable hat!
2. Worthy of being adored

Yep - that's right I am worthy of being adored, and I am.

3 comments:

ChelsieJuly 22, 2010 at 3:16 PM
We have jobs :)))))) I'm so happy! And M&M WAS the nicest woman ever!
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NoieJuly 23, 2010 at 9:34 AM
Wooohoooo! I'm so excited for you and Chelsie! Ya'll are going to be great and the kids will love you! I loved reading your blog. I'm the same way with school supplies. It makes me happy to have new pens, notebooks, post-its. lol
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ChelsieJuly 23, 2010 at 3:04 PM
Bonjour!

If I sub in a French class I will just say "je ne sais qua" all day long.. because that is all the french i know!

Adieu!
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Things I Love the Most:

Things that I love the most:

The way Meagan says I love you, it melts my heart, oh and
the once I year I get to see my nephews, because I miss them so much!

The smell of honeysuckle when the spring wind blows,
and how the sunlight heats my face.

The feeling of falling in love, and the hard work it takes to stay there.

Post-It notes, school supplies, new pens and pink erasers.

Pouring my heart out on this blog, and not caring who reads it because it is who I am.

Books for kids, books for adults, books about life, books about love and books on self-improvement.

Laughter, the kind that makes you cry or pee in your pants, laughing at the silly things life holds and at the mistakes I make.

The way a child's face lights up when they realize they do "get it", and knowing that I helped them get there.

Instant gratification, even if it takes a while to get.

Peanut M&M's and decorated cupcakes, but most of all enjoying them with a friend.

The way he pushes my buttons since I'm so cute when I'm angry, and then we laugh.

Having a tiny hand in mine as we walk to the park, when you know you are their protector and guide, and somehow they know they are yours.

The smell of suntan lotion in the summer, the sun at the beach, and the pages of an old book.

Good friends, the kind you consider your family, the ones that don't leave when times are rough, the ones that don't disappear when life goes off course, the ones that don't quit or let you quit when you are tired.

Crossword puzzles, learning new words and their meanings, and then using them in a sentence so someone else can learn them too.

Most of all, I love life, I love the little things in life, the big things in life, the dreams that do come true, the fairy tale that awaits and knowing that God does have a plan, even if I don't know the outcome, I know - that my life is the way it is for a reason.

Favorite Poem:

This is what we are about:
We plant seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold the future promise.
We lay foundations that will need further development.
We must provide yeast that produces affects beyond our capabilities.

We cannot do everything
and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.
This enables us to do something,
and do it very well.
It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way....

We may never see the end results,
but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders,
ministers, not messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own.
~from a poem by Archbishop Oscar Romero

Where I'm From...

Where I’m From

I am from that old wood stove that crackled and hissed at night,

By the rocking chair where you were held tight.

I’m from up the hill, under the pine tree where the sap stuck to my toes

From the mile long clothesline stretched across the yard,

From the home inside that buzzed in the summer and stung my nose.

I’m from the swimming hole filled with tadpoles that hatched,

From the toads under Granny’s trailer we used to catch.

I’m from the sweet smell caught in the breeze,

OH that honeysuckle made me sneeze.

I’m from the bus stop where I got my first kiss,

And when my daddy found out he was....

I’m from Andy Griffith reruns, Heman and She-ra shows, cassette tapes I made for my friends, star bright, light bright, and bears that cared.

From leg warmers to rolled down socks, tight rolled pants and where turtle necks, and sweaters, were paired.

I’m from the Little House on Prairie and plenty of Hail Mary’s,

From standing on my knees and those old rosary beads.

I’m from that pan of shepherds’ pie for

which I despised.

I’m from snow so deep you couldn’t see my house,

Even though I was tiny as a mouse.

Christmas with cookies and milk, stockings that hang, newspaper wrapping that covered a doll, when all I wanted was a basketball

OH- and turkey for carving.

Where I’m from you’re not made of glass, children are seen and not heard and we don’t have enough money to heat the whole world,

and by the way eat your veggies because children in Africa are starving.

These are my memories,

Those were the days.

To Be A Teacher Means...

To embrace diversity and love every smile regardless of learning ability, physical capability, color, race, religion, or any other discrimination people face.

To not only love to teach people to think for themselves, but love to be ever learning and ever evolving into something greater.

To try not to change the world, but to change a child, make them be their best even if you have to give them a piece of your soul.

To be your best everyday, even when it seems that you have given your all.

To fight for social justice, because it is right, moral and a social necessity.

To know that teaching has its successes and its failures. If a teacher isn't making mistakes then they are probably not taking risks.

To take risks and learn from the mistakes.

To have a classroom that feels like a home, where I, my students and their parents can feel comfortable and loved.

To overcome the daily challenges of teaching with a smile on my face and a warm heart.

To teach the "unteachable" - to have someone learn something when every other teacher said they were "unteachable".

To not lecture of group of young minds, but lead them through thoughts and questions they have about the world.

To know, I am good at what I do because it is my passion - not just a paycheck.

To always remember I was born to teach, and this I shall do - someday :)