I don’t know what you did while you ate elevensies yesterday, but I reached over and grabbed the nearest book. (In my home, every room must have a clock, a box of Kleenex, and a half-read book.) In the kitchen, I am currently reading The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference,…
I don’t recognize the number when my phone rings, but I’m not surprised to hear it’s the public health nurse on the other end. One of my students has a confirmed case of pertussis. Even though I’m healthy it has been suggested I start an antibiotic just in case. Every teacher of this student gets…
My mother-in-law called, to invite us over for spaghetti this Sunday, and we chatted about her hilarious baking soda story and about me coming home to all fire alarms going off. (Don’t worry, no fire.) Then she asked about school. I told her about a 100 I wrote in the gradebook this afternoon. It felt…
My third grade teacher was a matronly grandma who sat on a stool to read us the story of Dr. Dolittle, and I will never forget the amazing way Dr. Dolittle could talk to animals. You do remember the pushmi-pullyu he encountered on his way to Africa? I’ve been thinking about that animal every day…
It’s Monday morning, and today the bell will ring at 12:12. I will open the door of my Spanish room to a Baskin Robbins of people. Shy, outgoing, hardworking, not-so-hardworking, cheerful, intelligent, artistic, athletic, whitty. They’ll be hungry, because they’re teenagers, and they’ll want to talk to each other much more than they’ll want to…
Right now my life looks nothing like what I thought it would be, I said to the Lord. As I spent time in prayer, I kept mulling over my new job as Spanish teacher. A year earlier I thought I would be marketing a book about now. Instead I was writing lesson plans and trying…
I attended a high school graduation on Saturday and was impressed by something unique. Early in the ceremony the principal stood to address the class of over 300, and she began by saying, Would you please stand if you were involved in music, theater, or any of the arts while you were in high school….
Here’s how it went yesterday. I had a little weep as I typed my last medical transcription report. Job of 11 years over. Had a little weep as my husband asked me about it later in the morning. Had a little weep after he went to work. Just kind of sad to lose a job…
On Mondays, at 5:30, I attend a meeting, and everyone is always Monday frazzled. I can feel it when I walk in and see the saggy bodies and half-smile hellos. Several weeks ago our leader instituted a mandatory group cheer to begin each meeting. It’s ridiculous. He makes us all stand up and gather together, which…
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