Friday, August 19, 2011

Picture This

It was a typical Friday night.  The kids and I were in the living room watching Diego (we live very exciting lives around here).  All of the sudden, I hear Mack yelling for me from our bathroom.  From the sound of his scream, I knew something was "up." 
Little did I know...It wasn't just something.  It was water.  And GALLONS of it.
My bathroom resembled the picture above.  As I entered the bathroom, the floor was soaked and water was spraying me in the face.  No really, it was.  In fact, water was hitting the ceiling!  I quickly noticed that the knob for the cold water (thank goodness) on the tub was off.  Mack was bending down over the tub with his hand on the "hole" that was spraying water at a massive force.  I quickly grabbed some towels and threw them on the floor.  Mack uncovers the "hole" long enough for me to stick a towel (and my hand) over it and attempt to divert the water into the tub.  What happened next may sound a bit dramatic, but I really couldn't make this up.  I had been kneeling on the floor during the water diversion.  As I tried to reposition my knees on the tiled floor, I slipped.  My hand flew off the hole just long enough for me to catch myself from falling.  The water began spraying at full force again.  No lie, a spring flew out the hole and hit me in the face.  It didn't hurt at all, but definitely caused me to begin laughing hysterically.  In the mean time, two of our neighbors came to assist.  Mack got the water turned off and all the boys came in to check out the damage.  I would like to say that I looked like this...
Or this...
But to be honest, I think I looked a little more like this...
Lessons Learned:  #1-Don't leave Mack alone with a toolbox anywhere near plumbing.
#2-Be prepared to be hit in the face with flying objects when the water pressure isn't being controlled.
#3-Don't change into a black tank top and boxer shorts before 9pm.  You just never know when three men will be standing in your bathroom...when you are soaking wet and wearing your husbands boxers as pajamas!
*All images were found through Google Images*

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The First Week

Yesterday was our first day back at school with students.  As you know, I teach first grade.  This year I have 20 students (as of now).  20 first graders is manageable, but the first few months weeks can be a tad bit stressful.  Of course, I believe this time is stressful for all teachers.  The picture below is a perfect illustration of teachers in the summer vs. during the school year.
Along with getting new students, teachers seem to get a lot of new "stuff," too.  New paperwork, new ways to document student success and student struggles, new classrooms, new sets of parents, new schedules.....well, you get the idea.  There is so much going on that I have to work hard not to let my stress show when the students are around.
The amount of work we have to do in the beginning of the school year gives the old saying of "running around like a chicken with it's head cut off" a whole new meaning!
By Friday, I expect to completely exhausted. 
But one thing is for sure.  The students are worth all of the time, hard work, and energy that we put into the beginning of the year.  They come in smiling and ready to learn.  And when they leave us?  They have learned to read, write stories, add, subtract and so much more!  In fact, they make so much progress that we are continued to be amazed year after year. 
With that said, I am heading to bed for some much needed rest.  :)

Friday, August 5, 2011

A New Baby For Me...

to love on.
No, she isn't mine...but I would happily take her!  I am already in love with her.  How could I not be?  Just look at those lips.
Little Molly was born just two weeks ago.  Her mommy, Sara, is my sweet friend of 15 years.  We lived together for several years and now we live right across the street from each other.  Not only am I lucky to be able to have coffee with my friend at any given time, but I get to see her babies grow up.
I love these babies. 
Little Molly was born several weeks early, but was a champ in the NICU.  She was home with her mommy is just a few days.  Now I get to walk across the street and hold her whenever I want.  Well, as often as Sara and her hubby will let me (hint!).
Welcome to the world, Molly!

By the way, does baby fever ever go away???

Monday, August 1, 2011

Back to School-A Must Read!!!

*This is a really long post, but I promise to end it with some eye candy!
As if I didn't love him enough already!
Matt Damon recently spoke at the Save Our Schools March (near the White House) to protest President Obama's Education Policies.  Here is his speech.
I flew overnight from Vancouver to be with you today. I landed in New York a few hours ago and caught a flight down here because I needed to tell you all in person that I think you’re awesome.
I was raised by a teacher. My mother is a professor of early childhood education. And from the time I went to kindergarten through my senior year in high school, I went to public schools. I wouldn’t trade that education and experience for anything.
I had incredible teachers. As I look at my life today, the things I value most about myself — my imagination, my love of acting, my passion for writing, my love of learning, my curiosity — all come from how I was parented and taught.
And none of these qualities that I’ve just mentioned — none of these qualities that I prize so deeply, that have brought me so much joy, that have brought me so much professional success — none of these qualities that make me who I am ... can be tested.
I said before that I had incredible teachers. And that’s true. But it’s more than that. My teachers were EMPOWERED to teach me. Their time wasn’t taken up with a bunch of test prep — this silly drill and kill nonsense that any serious person knows doesn’t promote real learning. No, my teachers were free to approach me and every other kid in that classroom like an individual puzzle. They took so much care in figuring out who we were and how to best make the lessons resonate with each of us. They were empowered to unlock our potential. They were allowed to be teachers.
Now don’t get me wrong. I did have a brush with standardized tests at one point. I remember because my mom went to the principal’s office and said, ‘My kid ain’t taking that. It’s stupid, it won’t tell you anything and it’ll just make him nervous.’ That was in the ’70s when you could talk like that.
I shudder to think that these tests are being used today to control where funding goes.
I don’t know where I would be today if my teachers’ job security was based on how I performed on some standardized test. If their very survival as teachers was based on whether I actually fell in love with the process of learning but rather if I could fill in the right bubble on a test. If they had to spend most of their time desperately drilling us and less time encouraging creativity and original ideas; less time knowing who we were, seeing our strengths and helping us realize our talents.
I honestly don’t know where I’d be today if that was the type of education I had. I sure as hell wouldn’t be here. I do know that.
This has been a horrible decade for teachers. I can’t imagine how demoralized you must feel. But I came here today to deliver an important message to you: As I get older, I appreciate more and more the teachers that I had growing up. And I’m not alone. There are millions of people just like me.
So the next time you’re feeling down, or exhausted, or unappreciated, or at the end of your rope; the next time you turn on the TV and see yourself called “overpaid;” the next time you encounter some simple-minded, punitive policy that’s been driven into your life by some corporate reformer who has literally never taught anyone anything. ... Please know that there are millions of us behind you. You have an army of regular people standing right behind you, and our appreciation for what you do is so deeply felt. We love you, we thank you and we will always have your back.     Source
I can't even begin to tell you how much this speech means to me (especially coming from a celebrity....and one as yummy as Matt Damon!). 
I teach because I enjoy it.  Not only do I do everything in my power to give my students the very best education that I can, but I strive to provide them with opportunities, life experiences, love, recognition of their potential, fun learning, and individualized instruction.  I will be the first to admit that I am NOT a teacher that focuses my instruction on standardized testing.  I do not believe in teaching the test.  On more than one occasion I have had students that are reading a year or more below grade level that pass the test with flying colors.  I have also had students that should have passed without any problems fail the test (or sections of the test)......simply because they were stressed out about it.  In my opinion, those tests (more often than not) do not accurately show what the students have learned.  I'm sorry, but it's true.  However, there are some things that show how much progress our students are making.  The child!  READING with the child...WRITING with the child...TALKING with the child!  These are the things that all parents and teachers should be doing. 
Man!  I am so sorry!  I really didn't mean to get on my soap box.
As a teacher, I get asked (many, many times) what the most important thing is for young students in regards to education.  For me, there are several things.
*READ with your child every single day!
*Ask your child what he/she did at school every single day!
*Review any completed work with your child!
*Encourage your child to use their background knowledge to solve problems and learn new things.

~I hope everyone has a wonderful school year!  And I am super jealous of those who have another few weeks of  summer!
And as promised: