Monday, March 6, 2017

3/4 #SOL17 My Big Commitment


There's something about sticking with a commitment...

Commitment. It's something I've struggled with my entire life. Case in point: I'm writing this entry for Day 4 on Day 6. Second case in point: After giving up sweets for Lent, I helped myself to a slice of carrot cake yesterday. Catholic guilt set in, but not enough to stop me from eating it. My laissez faire attitude has been getting to me this week. 

As I sit here trying to write about how I can't commit, I let myself get preoccupied with making the final touches on my wedding invitations. It's then that I stop harping on about my inability to keep something up because I'm reminded that there's one commitment that is undisputedly that biggest commitment of all that I am gearing up for: my wedding. According to my wedding app (that I check far too often), I have 144 more days until I get to marry Tom. He's amazing, but I'll save that for another post. 

It's here that I move on because I'm reminded that I'm committing myself to a man who accepts me even when I'm inconsistent. Today, that's all I need to know. 







Friday, March 3, 2017

3/3 #SOL17 5 B's and a Band-aid


There's something about conversing with a child..

A first grade student popped into my office today. He had a band-aid on behind his ear so I asked, "What happened to your ear?"
 He sighed and said, 
"One of the 5 B's. Either you're barfing, got a bee sting, bloody, I can't remember or bullied." 
I'm still not sure what happened to his ear. 





Thursday, March 2, 2017

3/2 DAY 2 #SOL17 The Day I Lost My Cool at Recess



There's something about recess duty
 That brings out my worst teacher self 

Today was just like any other day. The 2nd graders left the lunchroom and we proceeded out the front door of the school just as we had done many times before. Today was not like any other day when one child (followed by three then five then ten) decided to scream, yell and sprint out of the building, as if they were running into an amusement park. What is going on? I screamed (I don't scream). And when you're screaming at children, you've already lost. 

I gave up the rights to my own classroom when I decided to take the role of the Literacy Coach three years ago. Classroom management was my specialty. I became an expert on management during my second year of teaching when my weakness in that area came to light my first year. Today, after screaming at eighty 7/8 year olds, I couldn't help but wonder, am I losing my touch? My 2nd grade is special to me. It offers me the opportunity to observe the inner-workings of the social life of children. I cherish the conversations I have with them and the opportunity to build relationships. It fulfills a part of me that I long for after not having a class to call my own. I will bring my best teacher self back to recess tomorrow. As I tell my 2nd grade recess students, tomorrow we can try again. 















Wednesday, March 1, 2017

3/1 Day 1 #SOL17


There's something so American
About teaching kids to question all
A lesson in discretion 
To remind us 
We won't let freedom fall

In front of me sits a group of six 5th grade students, all first generation Mexican Americans. We are reading an article about the threat of The Wall. My eyes well up as I watch them search for main ideas throughout the text because today might reach a more personal level for some of them. 
Questions are asked. Opinions are shared. More questions are asked. More opinions shared.
And I think to myself, well isn't this what public school in America is all about?