I knew I was in trouble yesterday about 10 minutes into class. Students are weather, and I could see they were a low pressure system. Low: An area where the atmospheric pressure is lower than that of surrounding locations. They looked like I felt, except I get a paycheck for being enthusiastic about working on…
Saturday night a team of children hijacked the role of welcoming and changed everything. A few boys greeted me right off with a cheerful hello and a bulletin. Then I passed through two cartwheeling, cheering, clapping girls -one gorgeous African and one beautiful blonde. Welcome to church. Every single person got this hello, and I vote…
It makes my husband crazy that I recycle. (Possibly related to the number of times he has tripped over empty milk jugs in the garage?) I think if it were not for me he would throw old mail and plastic containers in the garbage. You heard me right. So I do not have the nerve…
I was alone in the car, driving north on Helena Flats Road years ago, when I first entertained the thought of ditching God. I was disenchanted with what he was allowing to happen in my life, and I wasn’t too reserved to tell him so. I mentally packed my bags. You don’t care about me!…
If I am going to be sick, I want to be very sick. Sick enough that no one expects me to go to work or fold underwear or bake chicken or pour my own apple juice. The worst sickness is the one that forces you through a box of Kleenex but doesn’t cause anyone to…
Should I tell you that I use a calculator when I grade student papers? 30 total points minus 2.5. Ummmm. Do it in your head, dad would say. This was usually at the kitchen table, with a box of Kleenex and a math book sitting in front of him. Bless him. No dad tried harder…
This from a student today: Finals might kill us. No. No one has ever died from taking a final, I said. But they might leave eternal emotional scars. Well, there is that. Having to prove you’ve learned something at the end of the year when you’re tired and the sun is shining –that is some…
My Spanish classroom is small, in an old building. The windows are not insulated, and the walls are thin. But I would not ask to move. …because I am only a few doors down from the art teacher’s room, and my door abuts the frame of one of the bulletin boards that line the length…
I rotate things –towels, socks, dish rags, jeans. I pride myself in the fact that I am stilling using some of the dish towels we received as wedding gifts almost 23 years ago because of my rotation system. Or it could be the small amount of times I have done dishes. But I’m holding to…
For five years straight there was no women’s church program that was not titled “Bloom Where You’re Planted”. It was the 80’s. The canvas tote bag they handed out as a freebie had the picture of a plant on it. Gag me with a maggot. (Here I digress to take a poll. My husband says…
I’m going to have to admit to watching Undercover Boss, Australia in order to tell you this story. What is it about that accent? I was delighted at the words “bloke” and “keen”. So there was this Domino’s employee spilling his story to the undercover boss, and we hear that his 17-year-old relative committed suicide…
I told that girl of mine she should put Corelle Ware on her wedding registry, because in my cupboard are a stack of bowls and plates that have lasted us almost 23 years. I’ve dropped them on the floor and have taken them to picnics. I’ve chiseled off eggs and cheddar cheese and avocado. I’ve…
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