Year 1 #sol17 22/31

Thanks pokeygirl5 for the inspiration for today’s slice  – the 6 word story. 

  • My nephew, the troublemaker, strikes again.
  • Conference night. Papers to grade. Coffee. 
  • Two out of three. Always happens. 
  • My girls: Makaylie, Kelsie, and Ellie. 
  • Pink bear, baby, blanket – good night.
  • The silence fills me with peace. 
  • Netflix shows. Binge watch. Not again. 
  • Picky eaters. Chicken nuggets. Cheesy mac.
  • Too much fun. I can’t stop. 
  • Snapchat filters. Best friend. The laughter.
  • Frustrating students. Shakespeare’s hard. Gotta try!
  • Complain. Whine. Cry. Never good enough.
  • Ask so much. Help so little. 
  • Political egos. People suffering. What’s happening? 
  • Baseball season. Busy schedules. Worth it. 

Ending on a positive

  • Summer days. Coming soon. Can’t wait!


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Year 1 #sol17 21/31

The final countdown. 

Things are always changing. For better or worse, it happens. Sometimes we know what to expect. Other times we don’t. 

This post was originally going to talk about counting down the days to summer vacation now that Spring Break is over. (Can I get an amen?) 

Then, I started thinking about my day and how it kept changing. How all of my classes change, each period, each unit, each semester. Another teacher asked me today if I always teach the same thing at the same time during the year. It was part of our discussion about the calendar next year and having a limited amount of time after Christmas break to finish the semester. She is a very structured, planned out, experienced teacher – she knows exactly what she’s doing and when, and I think that’s great! I can only hope I’ll get there someday. But for now, I will soak up the change in my life as I continue to mold and shape my classroom. I have taught one class (semester in length) four times and each time changes drastically. That’s ok! I’m getting there. I’ll eventually find a groove that works for me. And you know what, sometimes you just have to be flexible and change with the needs and interests of your class. 

Embrace change. 

Year 1 #sol17 20/31

It’s Christmastime. The tree is set up in the corner of the small living room, lights are gleaming on the tree, and it’s even snowing outside. 

It’s bedtime. Time to get on your pajamas, brush your teeth, comb your hair, and climb into bed. At six years of age, it takes awhile to make my way through that list, but I eventually do. I finish in the bathroom and turn out the light.

It’s dark in the hallway. It’s dark in the bathroom. It’s dark everywhere. Suddenly, I’m scared of the dark, scared of what’s hiding in the darkness. 

Mom! I cry and make my way into the living room, slightly illuminated by the lights on the tree. I see her in the distance of the room, walking toward the tree. But something’s wrong. She looks sad. She’s not looking at me as I call out to her. She just keeps  walking, out of my range of vision, blocked by the hallway wall. 

I start to run, just a little quicker. Where’d she go? What was wrong? I turn the corner to find her, but nothing’s there. It’s just the Christmas tree, standing alone in the corner.

I start to cry. Where’s my mom? I need my mom! 

All of a sudden I hear her calling me from back by the bathroom. I turn and run to her voice. She sees I’m upset and hugs me close. 

“I just saw you,” I say, trembling with fear. “But it wasn’t you!”

“You’re ok now. Don’t worry sweetheart.”

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The occurrence that will forever replay in my mind when thinking about or discussing ghost stories. 

Year 1 #sol17 19/31

As Spring Break comes to an end and I begin to look at the events of this week, I begin to feel slightly overwhelmed. I have something planned every single day. I’m a creature of routine and habit. My days are usually pretty free due to having three kids who take up all my time as it is. But what’s the one thing that’s really making me anxious? Clothes. 

I try to pick out outfits as I put my clothes away, hanging them together in the closet. My closet and dresser are packed full of clothes. So why is it I never have anything to wear? Monday morning comes, and I grab the planned out outfit to put on. Only it doesn’t look quite right or feel comfortable enough. I have to feel my outfit is acceptable or even ok before I can move on to my other morning duties. Yet, I’ll waste easily 15 minutes changing outfit after outfit. Please tell me I’m not alone. 

It feels like nothing looks right, which then tells me to throw all my clothes away because it’s obviously not working out, and go buy new ones that won’t make you feel big and gross when you look in the mirror. Yet I have multiple outfits that have been bought due to these moments that are just hanging out, waiting for me to pick them – but I never will. Why? Because I’m a creature of routine and habit. I wear the same select pieces week in and week out. I don’t know why I do this to myself, but I’m really hoping that this is not an added problem to my already stressful week. 

Year 1 #sol17 18/31

Cherished childhood moments. They range from one extreme to the next, including playing barbies, laying outside in the snow for what felt like hours (but was probably closer to 30 minutes), watching Disney movies (well into my teens…actually adulthood), even winning a be drug-free poster contest. But by far, the moment that has had the biggest impact has been the experience of living on an island for a year. If you know me, you might already know this, as it is by far the coolest thing about me. If you don’t know me, here’s a quick background. 

My mom was a school librarian. She had me later in her life, at 41, and was a single parent the majority of my life. She went back to school when I did and graduated by the end of my third grade year. For her first job and my 4th grade year, she asked me if I’d rather live somewhere tropical or a frozen tundra (Alaska). For me, growing up in Iowa, in all my 9 years of life experience, I was done with snow. I chose tropical. That’s how we made our way to a small tropical island along the equator southwest of Hawaii – American Samoa.

All images found on Google, but gosh darn it, I can’t find them to cite them now to save my life.

Tonight as I watched the movie Moana with my family, it brought back that island loving side of me. Something deeper than can be easily explained. It’s a combination of memories-rainforest scenery, tall mountains, deep blue oceans, colorful fish, the people, the culture. It’s something that I’m truly happy that I was able to experience. None of these picures do the real thing justice. You can literally see the curve of the earth as you gaze out at the oceanside. I mean come on, how cool is that!

Also, Moana was a very good movie. Go Disney! 

Year 1 #sol17 17/31

Family Quilt

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Stitch stitch stitch

Young love marriage

Stitch stitch stitch 

Baby toddler child

Stitch stitch stitch

Laugh learn love

Stitch stitch stitch

Encourage imagine grow

Stitch stitch stitch 

Cook clean fix

Stitch stitch stitch 

Soothe mend snuggle

Stitch stitch stitch 

Explain teach show

Stitch stitch stitch 

Blossom independent grow

Stitch stitch stitch…

Year 1 #sol17 16/31

Her eyes were cold and distant as she looked up at me, lying on the hospital bed. 

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” I can barely speak, can barely breath. I can’t believe this is happening. It’s my worst nightmare come true. 

“I’m sorry. I’m not really sure what’s going on,” she states apologetically. 

“Don’t you worry yourself, darling. These nurses will get you all comfortable.” My back is suddenly aching. I need to stand up. Maybe walking around will help my mind settle. 

“I’m sure they will,” she smiled sweetly, just like she used to – before. Her focus turns to the nurses in the room, and they begin a side conversation about the day. Their voices fade into the background. 

“I’ll be right back. Just going to step out for some air,” I mumble to no one in particular. 

That’s the day my life as I knew it fell apart.

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Five years later –

I open the tall glass door leading in to the memory care unit. 

“Hello, Sally. How’s your day going?”

“Just fine, Wendall. Thank you for asking. She’s in a good mood today. Was laughing all morning at breakfast.”

“That’s wonderul,” I smile. I can’t help but to feel a little tinge of excitement. 

“What number is it today?”

“The big 2,000!”

“I just love seeing you two together. It’s almost as though nothing changed.” She sighs and goes along her way. 

I keep smiling. It’s going to be a good visit today, I can just feel it. Every day is as good as we make it. I knock on the door to Room 309. 

“Come on in handsome.”

“Good morning, darling.” 

“Oh, Wendall. Hello. Are you here visiting your wife?”

“Indeed I am. How is your morning?”

“No complaints. Well, actually, I was hoping Marcus would be coming to visit me. I’m not sure where he’s been, but we were supposed to see a matinee today.” She glances around him at the door as she fiddles with the strings hanging delicately from the shawl draped around her shoulders. 

“I see. Maybe he’s just running a little late. It was pretty busy out there.”

“You’re right. I just worry so.”

“Understandable.”

“Did I ever tell you about how we met? It was pretty scandalous.” She blushes ever so slightly. 

“No, I don’t believe you have.”

“Well, I was seeing this other guy at the time. It was pretty serious. He was a good guy. My parents loved him, but he just wasn’t the one for me.”

“What was his name?”

“Wendall or something like that. Well, Wendall and I were supposed to meet up for dinner and a show one evening at the promenade. For some reason, he couldn’t make it. Well, I decided to go without him and by george I’m glad I did. It was there I met the tall, dark, and handsome Marcus. He just swept me off my feet, literally, into a dance. We saw each other a few more times, and it was the same thing over and over. Instant fireworks. I know mama and papa wouldn’t approve of us, so I keep up appearances with Wendall. But my heart belongs to Marcus. I sure hope he makes it here ok.”

“He sounds like a great guy. You two ever have any kids? My wife and I had 2 boys, Jonathan and Joseph.”

“Oh, you’re a real hoot, mister. I mean we’re only 22. Far too young for anything that serious. But maybe one day! I like those names, too. If I ever had two boys, I’d put those names at the top of my list.” 

“Yeah, they’re good names. Good kids, too. Well, I should get out of your hair in case Marcus shows up.”

“Thanks for stopping by. Tell your wife hello for me.”

“I’ll be sure to do that. Bye, darling.” I turn and close the door behind me. I sigh deeply. It’s a good day for her but another heartbreak for me. 

“Bye, Wendall! Was it a good visit?” Sally asks as I approach the front door.

“Oh, yes. See you tomorrow.” I try to hide the hurt as I leave the building, knowing that I will forevermore be breaking my heart further with each passing day yet also knowing there’s no way I’ll ever stop visiting my lovely wife of 65 years. She has my heart till death do us part. 

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Dedicated to my loving aunt and uncle who are living this through day by day. (Names and circumstances are fictional.)

Year 1 #sol17 15/31

I stole this idea of five favorite things from Wonderingandwandering, but the original post can be found here

First off, this whole idea makes me sing “These are a few of my favorite things” in my head, don’t know about anyone else. 

Ok, so it’s basically five of your favorite things. At least that’s how I read it. So here we go.

1. Cheeseballs

I never knew how much these delightful bite size balls of cheese meant to me until I moved to a place that only sold orange puffy things as “cheeseballs.” Then, I move back to Iowa and find out they’re also called cheese curds! Either way, they are a symbol of my childhood and have reserved a place in my top 5. 

2. Pizza

 This is the item of food I could eat for breakfast, lunch, or dinner day after day and never tire of. Ok, that might be an exaggeration, but it’s definitely my favorite food. 

3. Sweet Tea

 Thanks to my sweet tea drinking Texas friend, I’m now hooked. Coffee or sweet tea. I’m good. 

4. Peanut butter m&m’s

 My sweet little pick me up. I usually get a big bag of these and stash it in my desk drawer to nibble on when I’m getting hungry or grading. 

5. Gerbera Daisies

I noticed that everything about my post was related to food. Number 5 was either cookies or daisies. Daisies won, just to be different. Choosing these five things was so hard I feel like I should start a top 5 or top 10 for different categories: food, flowers, music, places, past times, etc. 

This was fun to create and share though. 

Year 1 #sol17 14/31

Sitting at my daughter’s softball practice, and it becomes blatantly obvious. I have a problem. Call it a side effect of growing up during the millennium, if you will. I’ve always been this way. Some call it shy. Others awkward. Ok, I’ll just say it. I’m socially inept. I suck at making eye contact, striking up a conversation, and keeping a conversation going. But I’m a really good observer though! 

Yet, my child is becoming more a part of different activities, such as dance and softball, that gets me interacting with other adults. Adults who I don’t really know. Or know how to get to know. Only now, I see my social ineptitude is reflecting itself in my child. This is a problem. 

My best friend can talk for hours on end. Big stuff, small stuff, and everything in between. She’s just like her mom. Whereas I’m just like my mom; I’m content just sitting there for hours listening, occasionally adding a few things in here or there. She’s the one that keeps our conversations going, and she knows it! But with other people, people I don’t know, it’s so hard to be friendly. I guess I don’t really know the point of this post other than to put it out there and maybe get suggestions from non-socially secluded people. 🙂 

Year 1 #sol17 13/31

They say listen to this

   It’s boring
They say read this
   What’s the point?
They say write this down
   Why bother? It’ll never help me in real life.

They say be on time.
     What’s it matter?
They say turn things in.
     I don’t care.
They say get a job
     If I have to, but you better pay me real well.

They say better show up to work
     What’ll happen?
They say learn your lesson this time
     Or what?
They say show respect
     I don’t wanna. If you’re going to treat me like that then I quit.

They say don’t give up, it’s a lesson
     Well, I didn’t learn anything.
They say you have to look deeper
     I don’t even know where to begin
They say maybe you should have tried harder
      You just don’t understand

They say you get wiser as you get older
There’s more experience in those years
There’s failures and there’s lessons
Maybe they just want to save you some tears

Each generation is different
They will never be raised the same
It’s not a misunderstanding
It’s learning to play a new game