Maddie Neumann-a fellow classmate and student teacher who is half my age but twice as mature. She is fun, positive, hilarious and just a wonderful human being.
So I just logged on to discover it has been almost two months since I last posted. TWO MONTHS! My lack of communication on here has probably hammered the nail in my blogger coffin and the 2 or 3 followers I did have, are probably long gone. But, if there's anyone still out there, I'm back for a brief update....
A two month hiatus is definitely an indication that my life has been overtaken by not only the demands of full-time teaching and a family but then add to the equation a 30+ page paper justifying my teaching practices replete with video clips and research to prove my worthiness--all due on December 19th at midnight. Oh, and for good measure, let's also throw in major shoulder surgery for my husband, whom I have heavily relied upon to hold down the fort for the last 4 months. Naturally, a blog post of any sort sinks to the bottom of the t-do list.
I honestly can't remember a time in my life where I have had so many balls to juggle. As a senior in college (the first time) I took a 20 credit load my final quarter before graduation, while working 20 hrs. a week. At the time, I thought I would never survive--and I was a mere 22 years old! A couple weeks ago I had one of my many meltdowns on the eve of Trey's impending surgery. While sitting in the driveway, dreading the thought of entering my house and transitioning to my second job, I phoned that friend who just absolutely "gets me." When she answered, I began sobbing before I could utter "hello". Her simple but profound response was exactly what I needed to hear. "It's one thing to pursue your goals and dreams when you're in your 20's and it's only you. It's quite another to reinvent yourself when you have a 21-year marriage to maintain and a 16, 15 and 12-year-old whose well-being you are responsible for, not to mention all the other demands for your time and attention. It is an amazing feat and you need to cut yourself some slack." Just having her verbalize and acknowledge my reality was a huge gift. So why is that so difficult? Why does it take reaching the breaking point before I can nurture myself? It's a question I continue to ask throughout this journey.
Lest you be misled, this season has been filled with many blessings in the midst of the challenges. I have learned to admit I can't do it all and, not only ask for but accept help from others. For the first time in 17 years, I hired a weekly cleaning lady. I never felt like I could justify it before but the boys' cleanliness standards and mine just didn't match. Go figure. I was tired of spending what little time I had with them nagging and using my Sundays trying to stay on top of it all. Some may say I let them off the hook but it's money well spent. I am beyond grateful for the friends and family who have jumped in and lightened my load by giving the boys rides, running errands for me, visiting and taking care of Trey post-surgery, bringing dinner when I've been flying solo with Trey out of town. It has made all the difference.
Right now, I am sitting here enjoying the best gift of the season: a snow day and an early start to the Christmas break. I love the slowdown effect a snowfall has on us all.
When we return to school on January 6th, I will have just 3 weeks until I am an official teacher--and hopefully get some of that life back that has been missing since September 4th. When January 24th arrives, this is what I'll be doing.
Remember back in the "olden days" when a boy asked a girl to the high school Homecoming dance? If they weren't dating, the young man simply asked the young lady, "would you like to go to Homecoming with me?" The answer was a simple "yes" or "no." End of story. Not today. No one would ever do something so SIMPLE. Everything has to be not only complicated but a competition as well. I personally think it's a response to the Disney movie "Prom" that came out a few years ago. Although it was a well-intentioned script, the many different scenarios that played out within the story lines lent itself to a new fad. Not only does the girl get warned by her girlfriends that she's going to get asked, but then she also expects an original proposal. It's so over the top. But then I'm sure our parents categorized our behavior the same way back in the 80's. All this to say, that my poor little freshman was feeling some of the pressure when all he wanted to do was go to the dance and have fun with a group of friends--and a date.
I came home from work one night and Ian told me he wanted to ask a certain girl to Homecoming but it felt awkward because this certain girl happened to be the younger sister of his older brother's girlfriend. Are you following? I told him he should do it if he wants to and not let that fact deter him. Being that Ian's a simple guy, I thought he would just ask her and be on his merry way. Silly me. He got an idea from an older guy and decided to run with it. This particular creative idea also meant that we had to drive all over town to find a goldfish bowl and a small, plastic fishing rod, He was so cute and excited, and he rarely asks for anything, so I had to indulge him. The next day, with the help of his prospective date's friend, he filled the fish bowl with Goldfish crackers and put it on her desk in her first period class. Alongside the bowl was the fishing pole with a note that said, "Of all the fishes in the deep blue sea, will you go to Homecoming with me?" I have to admit it was pretty darn slick. She loved it. He texted me after class with a simple message, "she said yes."
I made the suggestion that the two couples double date. Bad idea. The older couple would have none of it. Going with Freshmen could potentially damage their social status or so it seemed. The best I could do was insist on a picture of all 4 of them at the girls' house before they went their separate ways.
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And so the new chapter begins. As I've said before, this school year represents all of us turning a page to a story that has had many twists and turns; the characters have endured many changes; a little mystery has been thrown in there and now the plot thickens. The English teacher in me would describe this as "the climax of my personal narrative." The protagonist (me) has finally reached the place in the book where the action heads into high gear. I have successfully completed my first full week as a middle school student teacher.
Junior Year: Positively thrilled. |
Ready for my 6th graders. |
As last summer began, I jotted down a bucket list for June, July & August. I managed to cross off 4 out of 11. In teacher speak that's not even close to a passing grade. I think I got a little overzealous last year so I never actually committed to completing a list this summer and yet I still remembered the "biggies" that didn't happen in 2012. In the back of my mind, I still wanted to accomplish at least one or two. Well, as it turns out, I did do #4, 9 and 10--and all 3 were a disappointment but I did bring my grade up to a C-. See below for the details.
This was AFTER the trip. We didn't even get wet. |
Enjoying a tropical mojito. |
21 years and still smiling. |
Everyone loved playing with "Baby Wynn" |
Amelia Jane making Quinn laugh. |
Cousin Chris taking it easy while we played with his kids--ask him what he was doing when we had kids and he didn't. Probably the same thing as in this picture. |
Wynn trying to shoot his big cousin |
The tour ended with a visit to the infamous football stadium "The Swamp." |
Wouldn't it be cool of he could stand here wearing one of their uniforms one day? It's a long shot but we were dreaming anyway. |
Ben doing his magic trick for Aunt Nancy and Uncle Jim. He's a wizard, that Benny. |
Elizabeth is such a good big cousin to Amelia Jane and Wynn |
After Trey let him go under the wave, Wynn announced: "He drownded me." |
A game of Corn Hole before the fireworks. |
All the Sturgeon cousins. |
Aunt Nancy & Uncle Jim take a break from the stress of checking on their house being built on the island. |
Amelia Jane told me she loves her "big cousins." |
Everyone rushed to take a picture of our 4th of July visitor. |
We affectionately named him "Uncle Sam" because of his Independence Day visit. |
Quinn patiently taking his little cousin on the water slide for the 50th time. "Do it again" was all Wynn said to him that day. |
Re-enacting a photo taken of these two when Ben was a toddler. |
Another thing we miss about the South. |
Chasing the waves. |
My beach boys. |
Baywatch? |
Each visit his head gets closer to the stop sign. |
Circa 2004 |
We did feel welcome. |
This is where you could find Ben most days. |
Yes, that is a Chick-fil-A cup. |
A double "selfie." |
Have soccer ball, will play. |
More pool antics. |
One last game of Mexican Train. |
Getting crazy with Uncle Mike. |
Not sure what this was but they were laughing a lot. |
Quinn got to drive the Miata. Yes, Ben, the street was named after you. |
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