When you study to become a teacher, everyone who has ever spent time in the world of public education will tell you that your first year is hell, and I am the first to admit that it is NOT a lie. I can't believe I've already [almost] survived my first semester. So, most people are right when they say, "Oh, you're a first-year teacher? Bless you." But there's a heck of a lot of stuff they don't tell you. This is by no means a comprehensive list.
1. You have no idea what you're doing about 89% of the time. I'm not just talking the procedural stuff, I mean, literally, you're making stuff up as you go. You can plan a bomb lesson (that middle school speak for "great") and then realize what happened in your brain is not happening in your classroom, and you somehow run to various teachers and gather resources because your plan sucks. And it's OK to admit it. Fire drill? Crap, where do we go? Is that sound for a severe weather drill or lock down? You just called into my room for a student? Oh, sure s/he is on his/her way. Wait...never mind, I don't teach him/her!
2. Lunch time with fellow adults is SACRED TIME. Some days, you will count down the minutes until you can have an adult conversation where someone can call you by your first name.
3. Hearing "Ms./Mr. _________" in public is like hearing the "eeee- eee- eee" in the shower scene from Psycho and you immediately wish you could switch bodies with the person next to you.
4. You might pee your pants a little the first time an administrator walks into your room for an observation (completely normal).
5. You will constantly ask yourself if this is a situation in which you push that glorious white button for an administrator, or if you can handle this situation by yourself.
6. People will think you're dumb. Sometimes that will work to your advantage, like when you make a mistake, other times you will get frustrated because that ONE time you actually did know what you were talking about.
7. Kids will think that because you're young that you're cool. Then you'll open your mouth to try to say something to relate to them and you'll realize you should have just kept your mouth shut. But hey, embarrassing yourself makes you more relatable, right? (please say "right.")
8. You will now understand why your teachers misplaced so many things. I've "lost" tests about 3 times since my kids took them on Wednesday. Even the most organized people get lost in the hustle and bustle of the 8,000 things happening in a classroom. I lose my keys on a daily basis.
9. Falling asleep at 9 pm (or earlier) is completely acceptable because being an adult is no joke.
10. You will probably want to quit about 4 times a week some weeks. Anyone who says they don't feel that way is a liar.
11. You will find yourself saying, "We did NOT cover this in student teaching/college classes" almost on a daily basis.
12. "Other duties as assigned" means a plethora of things: breaking up fights, carpool duty, emailing frantic parents in the middle of the day, continuing to teach while a bird flies into your window about 12 times, learning to incorporate words like, "bruh, bae, cutting, fye" into your every day vocabulary, dealing with kids repeatedly farting. Yup. I said it.
13. You will cry. A lot. Out of confusion, frustration, anger, disappointment, sadness, and happiness.
14. There are days where you will be the first one in the building and the last one to leave. You will look at the teachers around you and think, "How do you people have lives outside of work?" This part will get better (most days).
15. It will sometimes take about 4 weeks of bad days to finally have one good day where you think, "THIS. This right here. THIS is why I became a teacher." And these days have to be held on to. You have to hold on to them so stinkin' tightly that you might suffocate that day. Because only on a day like that can you realize that one of your students who had a 57 6 weeks ago now has a 79 and got a 90 on their test. On one of those days, you will sit in your classroom long after your coworkers have left, and sob. You will sob because something finally clicked for that child. You will sob because you helped them get there; something you said made sense for that child. Even better, that child will tell you they appreciate you. And as you grade that test the 5 seconds it took that child earlier in the day to say that to you will come flooding back, and the hell you find yourself in won't seem so hot anymore.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Monday, October 6, 2014
Why "I don't have time to read" isn't an excuse.
As a Language Arts teacher, I push my kids every day because reading isn't seen as "cool" in our culture anymore. I hear "I hate reading," "reading is dumb," "I just can't get into it," and the like every day. I guess I was a nerd, but I can remember exchanging books and talking about books in high school. We would talk about books before school in the cafeteria and after school. My best friends and I would give books that "spoke" to us to each other as gifts. Sadly, this doesn't really happen anymore.
And no, it isn't just because books are on tablets and apps. The real issue: the adults in kids' lives aren't reading anymore.
I came from a privileged home, there is no doubt about that. Both of my parents had college degrees, and my father had a law degree. My grandma also had her associate's degree which, in 1940, wasn't very common for the "average" woman. Add to that fact that I'm white and middle class, so I recognize that I was privileged. I've read articles and seen first hand the effects it has on a child's education when their parents are college educated- it usually means there are more books in the house.
My students have been challenged to read 12 books each this semester and we track their progress on poster boards with sticky dots. I have some students who haven't been able to finish a book, and one student that I have to take books away from so that student will complete their work during class. Out of 122 students, we've totaled over 400 books before the end of the first quarter! I am so proud of them.
Last year I watched in awe as Allisa challenged our students to read 12 books and saw students read through the things happening in their lives. I teach in a more affluent area, so the enthusiasm and support I get from home is much different than last year, but I realized that I read more last year than I probably have any other year of my life. Between August and April, I read 38 books. I remembered again what a coping mechanism that was, so of course I assumed I could keep up that reading pace this year.
WRONG.
I got busy between IEPs, grading, parent communication, meetings, making copies, getting to know my coworkers, trying to find a church, and so much more. I realized I've only read about 4 books so far. I caught myself saying that I didn't have "time" to read. And then I thought about it...
How dare we, as adults, call this upcoming generation lazy and unmotivated, especially as it comes to literacy, if we won't set an example?
We all know the expression, "monkey see, monkey do," yet we tell these kids to "do as I say, not as I do." How can I tell my students to read 10 or so pages every night if I'm not doing it myself. Yes, in reality, I have a lot more to do than my students, but it's all relative. They're overwhelmed by their school work and extra curricular activities and social lives, so asking them to read 10 pages seems like a lot to them, even though it may sound like nothing to me. No, I don't have children which is a whole other kind of busy, but I watch as my sisters have kids and they still read their own books. I vividly remember the stacks of books on my parents' nightstands and my dad sitting on the back deck with a book in hand. My mom often found solace from the insanity of 4 daughters by sitting on her bed and reading for 20 minutes.
We, as adults, cannot call this generation lazy because they don't read because we aren't reading ourselves.
I've asked my colleague's to stop saying "I don't have time to read" in front of our kids. That's not enough though- just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't think it. Yes, I'm overwhelmed by work. I feel like I'm treading water just trying to keep my head afloat and not drown in the craziness. I just stress-cleaned my bathroom because I couldn't turn my mind off for 5 minutes.
We've got to change how we think. I bet, if we really tried, we could find 15 minutes a day to read a book. I flipped through pages while I got my oil changed today and will read a few more before I fall asleep.
The truth is, if we stop reading, so will those who look up to us. And if they stop reading...well, we're all kind of doomed, and they will become the lazy and unmotivated generation that they're predicted to be.
Please, never stop reading.
And no, it isn't just because books are on tablets and apps. The real issue: the adults in kids' lives aren't reading anymore.
I came from a privileged home, there is no doubt about that. Both of my parents had college degrees, and my father had a law degree. My grandma also had her associate's degree which, in 1940, wasn't very common for the "average" woman. Add to that fact that I'm white and middle class, so I recognize that I was privileged. I've read articles and seen first hand the effects it has on a child's education when their parents are college educated- it usually means there are more books in the house.
My students have been challenged to read 12 books each this semester and we track their progress on poster boards with sticky dots. I have some students who haven't been able to finish a book, and one student that I have to take books away from so that student will complete their work during class. Out of 122 students, we've totaled over 400 books before the end of the first quarter! I am so proud of them.
Last year I watched in awe as Allisa challenged our students to read 12 books and saw students read through the things happening in their lives. I teach in a more affluent area, so the enthusiasm and support I get from home is much different than last year, but I realized that I read more last year than I probably have any other year of my life. Between August and April, I read 38 books. I remembered again what a coping mechanism that was, so of course I assumed I could keep up that reading pace this year.
WRONG.
I got busy between IEPs, grading, parent communication, meetings, making copies, getting to know my coworkers, trying to find a church, and so much more. I realized I've only read about 4 books so far. I caught myself saying that I didn't have "time" to read. And then I thought about it...
How dare we, as adults, call this upcoming generation lazy and unmotivated, especially as it comes to literacy, if we won't set an example?
We all know the expression, "monkey see, monkey do," yet we tell these kids to "do as I say, not as I do." How can I tell my students to read 10 or so pages every night if I'm not doing it myself. Yes, in reality, I have a lot more to do than my students, but it's all relative. They're overwhelmed by their school work and extra curricular activities and social lives, so asking them to read 10 pages seems like a lot to them, even though it may sound like nothing to me. No, I don't have children which is a whole other kind of busy, but I watch as my sisters have kids and they still read their own books. I vividly remember the stacks of books on my parents' nightstands and my dad sitting on the back deck with a book in hand. My mom often found solace from the insanity of 4 daughters by sitting on her bed and reading for 20 minutes.
We, as adults, cannot call this generation lazy because they don't read because we aren't reading ourselves.
I've asked my colleague's to stop saying "I don't have time to read" in front of our kids. That's not enough though- just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't think it. Yes, I'm overwhelmed by work. I feel like I'm treading water just trying to keep my head afloat and not drown in the craziness. I just stress-cleaned my bathroom because I couldn't turn my mind off for 5 minutes.
We've got to change how we think. I bet, if we really tried, we could find 15 minutes a day to read a book. I flipped through pages while I got my oil changed today and will read a few more before I fall asleep.
The truth is, if we stop reading, so will those who look up to us. And if they stop reading...well, we're all kind of doomed, and they will become the lazy and unmotivated generation that they're predicted to be.
Please, never stop reading.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Thankless
This has been the longest I've gone without posting in a looong time, but I had a lot on my mind tonight and purposely left work at work (imagine that), so here it goes.
People tell you your first year of teaching will be hell, and they're not lying. I'm almost a quarter of the year through my first year and dang- I've never been so drained and exhausted and frustrated.
I think the biggest things my student teaching experience didn't prepare me for are the accountability, pressure, and parental accusations. I won't go into much detail, but one parent was so vicious and rude that I cried in front of my coworkers on Monday. No kids or parents were present, but I definitely ugly cried and was mortified. One ever wonderful coworker told me to grow a thicker skin, which only upset me more, but I didn't let them know that.
I'm worn. I was not prepared for my name to be said a minimum of 14 times within the first 5 minutes of class. I solve about 14 crises at the beginning of every class.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"I forgot my homework. Can I turn it in tomorrow?"
"Can I have a bandaid?"
"I need to go to the clinic."
"My mom wants to know XYZ."
"What's my grade in this class?"
"Can I switch seats?"
Not to mention that I'm not supposed to get on my email during class, but I need to check my email in order to know if something is happening in the school, if someone needs to go to the front office, oh, and put in attendance. And if I forget to record attendance then I get an email reminding me to put in attendance. But don't be on your computer during class.
Some people think I'm incompetent because I'm young. I can't tell people how old I am, and I have a student try to catch me off guard. This is all because their parents don't think I'm qualified. I wish they cared as much about their grades as they did about my age.
There are so many acronyms my head spins and I have to perform just "so" in order to be "proficient" and keep my job.
And God forbid if someone is failing, it's my fault. Not the student who didn't do the work, not the parent who waited until the last minute to check the grades. Some people think it's my responsibility to notify a parent EVERY time a student gets a zero. I have 121 students, "ain't nobody got time for that."
I've also never been so disrespected in my life. I have a temper about me, but I took a theoretical page out of Michelle Duggar's book and make my voice get softer the more upset I get. Occasionally I yell, but I can't help it, and we all have a breaking point. But if I break too much I get a lovely email from someone whose feelings I hurt.
This has been the first week this year that I haven't been excited about going to work. And I know no career is perfect. I know people are tired of hearing teachers complain, but please also remember that some of you can go into an office or a break room for 5 minutes and gather your thoughts. I don't get that. I am surrounded by students from 8:15-4:15, including at lunch time, and I don't get a moment to breathe. I can't even go to the bathroom for more than 1 minute. I use every ounce of patience I have within me during the day and I am wiped. Sometimes, even as a first year teacher, I wonder why I chose this career. Why on earth would I pick a career where my salary depends on how other people perform? That doesn't even make sense!
At the end of the day though, I have to remind myself that my kids are 13 and 14, and they're still learning. Despite having a horrible Monday and a "could be better" Tuesday, I had a day like today. Nothing remarkable happened. I still had to discipline; I still had to raise my voice and countdown from 5 about 27 times; I still had to give out zeroes. BUT I had kids BEG to keep reading the novel we read together because it got "too good" to put down. I heard conversations in the hallway about the plot twist in the book and how the kids had predicted the right/wrong thing. And I had student who has probably spent more days in trouble outside of my classroom than in it make a 91 on an assignment. I was so proud I cried. I can't wait to show that grade to said student tomorrow and witness the reaction. I also couldn't stop laughing in first period because a kid farted and stunk up my whole room but laughingly admitted it. No, nothing out of the ordinary happened, but it was a day that made me realize why I chose this career.
And maybe I won't want to throw my alarm clock across the room in the morning.
Smile, God loves you.
People tell you your first year of teaching will be hell, and they're not lying. I'm almost a quarter of the year through my first year and dang- I've never been so drained and exhausted and frustrated.
I think the biggest things my student teaching experience didn't prepare me for are the accountability, pressure, and parental accusations. I won't go into much detail, but one parent was so vicious and rude that I cried in front of my coworkers on Monday. No kids or parents were present, but I definitely ugly cried and was mortified. One ever wonderful coworker told me to grow a thicker skin, which only upset me more, but I didn't let them know that.
I'm worn. I was not prepared for my name to be said a minimum of 14 times within the first 5 minutes of class. I solve about 14 crises at the beginning of every class.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"I forgot my homework. Can I turn it in tomorrow?"
"Can I have a bandaid?"
"I need to go to the clinic."
"My mom wants to know XYZ."
"What's my grade in this class?"
"Can I switch seats?"
Not to mention that I'm not supposed to get on my email during class, but I need to check my email in order to know if something is happening in the school, if someone needs to go to the front office, oh, and put in attendance. And if I forget to record attendance then I get an email reminding me to put in attendance. But don't be on your computer during class.
Some people think I'm incompetent because I'm young. I can't tell people how old I am, and I have a student try to catch me off guard. This is all because their parents don't think I'm qualified. I wish they cared as much about their grades as they did about my age.
There are so many acronyms my head spins and I have to perform just "so" in order to be "proficient" and keep my job.
And God forbid if someone is failing, it's my fault. Not the student who didn't do the work, not the parent who waited until the last minute to check the grades. Some people think it's my responsibility to notify a parent EVERY time a student gets a zero. I have 121 students, "ain't nobody got time for that."
I've also never been so disrespected in my life. I have a temper about me, but I took a theoretical page out of Michelle Duggar's book and make my voice get softer the more upset I get. Occasionally I yell, but I can't help it, and we all have a breaking point. But if I break too much I get a lovely email from someone whose feelings I hurt.
This has been the first week this year that I haven't been excited about going to work. And I know no career is perfect. I know people are tired of hearing teachers complain, but please also remember that some of you can go into an office or a break room for 5 minutes and gather your thoughts. I don't get that. I am surrounded by students from 8:15-4:15, including at lunch time, and I don't get a moment to breathe. I can't even go to the bathroom for more than 1 minute. I use every ounce of patience I have within me during the day and I am wiped. Sometimes, even as a first year teacher, I wonder why I chose this career. Why on earth would I pick a career where my salary depends on how other people perform? That doesn't even make sense!
At the end of the day though, I have to remind myself that my kids are 13 and 14, and they're still learning. Despite having a horrible Monday and a "could be better" Tuesday, I had a day like today. Nothing remarkable happened. I still had to discipline; I still had to raise my voice and countdown from 5 about 27 times; I still had to give out zeroes. BUT I had kids BEG to keep reading the novel we read together because it got "too good" to put down. I heard conversations in the hallway about the plot twist in the book and how the kids had predicted the right/wrong thing. And I had student who has probably spent more days in trouble outside of my classroom than in it make a 91 on an assignment. I was so proud I cried. I can't wait to show that grade to said student tomorrow and witness the reaction. I also couldn't stop laughing in first period because a kid farted and stunk up my whole room but laughingly admitted it. No, nothing out of the ordinary happened, but it was a day that made me realize why I chose this career.
And maybe I won't want to throw my alarm clock across the room in the morning.
Smile, God loves you.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
The Game Plan
No, I'm not talking about the Disney movie with "the Rock" Johnson, I'm talking about the plan we all have for our lives. Especially for young women, you know exactly what I mean when I say "the plan." I've always been a planner. Shoot, I planned out the itinerary for my 10th birthday party (Harry Potter themed, duh), and basically had a meltdown when we didn't stay on schedule. As a new teacher, plan is the main word in my vocabulary. My plan until I was about 20 went something like this:
-fall in love with a boy junior or senior year of high school
-date that boy all through college, and of course we'd both go to the same school
-get married as soon as we graduated from school, so age 22
-start having babies at 25
Let's look at what actually happened:
-fell in love with a boy at 17, who was a year younger than I was
-NOT attend the same college and date long distance
-get my heart broken (twice) by said boy and realize that I had serious daddy issues that I'd been sweeping under the rug for 20 years
Yet, even after that heart break, I thought surely I'd meet someone so my little plan of getting married at 22 and babies at 25 would come true.
Ha. Ha. Ha. God had a MUCH different plan.
I dated a little after that gut-wrenching break up, but for the most part, stayed single. I made mistakes and didn't guard my heart like I should have, and graduation day started approaching faster and faster. I knew my Facebook newsfeed would be filled with breakups and engagements since life was about to change dramatically and my friends and I would be swept into adulthood. Change is a huge trigger for my anxiety and depression, and boy has it been triggered. I've had multiple anxiety attacks this summer and my friends and family have braved the brunt of it. And I realized something...
I am so glad my plan didn't come true!!!
I've only been back at work for 2 weeks and I don't even have students yet, but the level of exhaustion I already feel is unreal. I say to my mom all of the time that I can't imagine having a husband or children to come home to. I am SO GLAD my plan didn't happen and God's did instead. Please don't get me wrong, two of my best friends got married this summer, and God's plan for them is unique and perfect for them, just not me. The beauty in God's creation is that we're each individuals and have needs based off of how God created us to be. My "change trigger" has happened because of graduating, moving back home, getting a job, finding a roommate, looking for an apartment, and beginning my teaching career. I don't think I could have handled marriage on top of all of that.
People have always said that God's plan is better than we could imagine, and in this time of my life I believe that more than anything. God has been faithful, abundantly faithful actually. Bay Creek is exactly where I'm supposed to be; everyone is SO nice. People check in on me multiple times a day, share their resources, and my assistant principal offered to help me hang posters, which really doesn't happen every day.
He who promised is faithful.
So if you're in a season of life that you never expected to find yourself in, or that wasn't part of "the plan," it will all be OK. God's plan is greater.
Smile, God loves you!
-fall in love with a boy junior or senior year of high school
-date that boy all through college, and of course we'd both go to the same school
-get married as soon as we graduated from school, so age 22
-start having babies at 25
Let's look at what actually happened:
-fell in love with a boy at 17, who was a year younger than I was
-NOT attend the same college and date long distance
-get my heart broken (twice) by said boy and realize that I had serious daddy issues that I'd been sweeping under the rug for 20 years
Yet, even after that heart break, I thought surely I'd meet someone so my little plan of getting married at 22 and babies at 25 would come true.
Ha. Ha. Ha. God had a MUCH different plan.
I dated a little after that gut-wrenching break up, but for the most part, stayed single. I made mistakes and didn't guard my heart like I should have, and graduation day started approaching faster and faster. I knew my Facebook newsfeed would be filled with breakups and engagements since life was about to change dramatically and my friends and I would be swept into adulthood. Change is a huge trigger for my anxiety and depression, and boy has it been triggered. I've had multiple anxiety attacks this summer and my friends and family have braved the brunt of it. And I realized something...
I am so glad my plan didn't come true!!!
I've only been back at work for 2 weeks and I don't even have students yet, but the level of exhaustion I already feel is unreal. I say to my mom all of the time that I can't imagine having a husband or children to come home to. I am SO GLAD my plan didn't happen and God's did instead. Please don't get me wrong, two of my best friends got married this summer, and God's plan for them is unique and perfect for them, just not me. The beauty in God's creation is that we're each individuals and have needs based off of how God created us to be. My "change trigger" has happened because of graduating, moving back home, getting a job, finding a roommate, looking for an apartment, and beginning my teaching career. I don't think I could have handled marriage on top of all of that.
People have always said that God's plan is better than we could imagine, and in this time of my life I believe that more than anything. God has been faithful, abundantly faithful actually. Bay Creek is exactly where I'm supposed to be; everyone is SO nice. People check in on me multiple times a day, share their resources, and my assistant principal offered to help me hang posters, which really doesn't happen every day.
He who promised is faithful.
So if you're in a season of life that you never expected to find yourself in, or that wasn't part of "the plan," it will all be OK. God's plan is greater.
Smile, God loves you!
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Why teach English? You should [insert comment here].
I realize it's been awhile since I last posted. Also, I chose to change the URL to this blog to make it more difficult for my students to find it since I'm sure many posts will be about them, but with changed names, of course! I haven't posted lately because I've been too busy having emotional breakdowns about the fact that I'm an "adult" now. I'll be honest- I HATE transitions (unless, of course, they're blended beautifully in a student's paper...get it?). Change is a huge trigger for me, and let's just say I've reverted back to having the emotional maturity of a 16 year old, not a 22 year old, but, nobody's perfect, right? And thank the good Lord that my family and friends have patience. I'm really trying to trust God and am working on memorizing Scripture to combat the enemy's tactics of using my anxiety to get in my head and heart.
This has been a summer full of travelling around the southeast: Mexico Beach, Chattanooga, Athens, Lake Burton, Nashville, Chattanooga (again), and soon to Durham, NC to meet the latest member of the Rivard/Workmon/Theis/Lucas clan! I'm also literally up to my eyeballs in books, which I love, of course. Thanks to Allisa I have a very substantial classroom library, but I am sorting them by genre and making lists and all of the kinds of scaffolding that my 8th graders need. My mom is an angel and has been helping me sort them and hasn't once complained about the stacks and boxes of books constantly strewn across the family room floor (thanks, Mom!).
I'm at a very exciting and intimidating time in my life: I literally feel like I have the world at my feet. I'm happiest when I'm learning and planning for my classroom because I feel like it's something I'm good at, but then I spend a good 50% of my time thinking, "crap. Can I really do this?" Then there's the whole part where I've never lived anywhere other than a house or a residence hall, and to me being an adult means I'll have to buy my own toilet paper because I've. never. actually. done. that. I know, I know. Anyway, the whole point of this blog is to address the fact that EVERY PERSON I MEET is "entitled" to give their opinion on my chosen career. I'm constantly being asked, "What are you doing now?" Which I excitedly respond that I'll be teaching 8th grade Language Arts. Many people congratulate me for getting a job out of college or tell me they could never do that, etc. which is much appreciated; however, responding with, "Good luck with that." "Kids don't care about school." "Parents aren't involved." "Kids expect technology to do things for them." and more. Let me ask you a question:
Is that really what you think of for the future of the world?
That they're lazy, arrogant, un-involved, easily influenced and manipulated, and a plethora of other demeaning adjectives? Also, I'm pretty sure my grandparents said the exact same thing about the generation coming after them, and what our parents said about us, and now what we're saying about them. NEWS FLASH: these will be the young people paying our social security (if it still exists), furthering the ideas for cures for cancer, AIDS, and more. These kids mean something to me. I see young minds eager for someone to believe in them, to tell them they're capable, that they mean something to me, and that, believe it or not, their opinions and the way they view the world matter to me, and to the world.
I know education reform is greatly needed, believe me, I'm aware. Obama's new plan to put millions into schools is giving money to schools that already have it. I'll be testing my students 50 out of the 180 days of school- that's almost a third of the school year! I'm already reading fine print in my contract and reading lists upon lists of things I "can't do" and ways that I "have to teach" something. Fortunately for me, I have a lot of freedom at my school, which further proves that God has provided abundantly for me. I know that reform is needed: we don't have enough teachers, money, and class sizes keep increasing. Ask me where reform starts and I say hire more teachers and cap class sizes at 18. Oh, and the people making decisions about education shouldn't be so far removed from the system, but actually have teaching experience in today's age. But I digress...
People often give me their opinions and then ask, "Why Language Arts? Why English?" Well, gee, now that you've completely belittled my livelihood and passion, let me break it down for you: LITERACY. "What did you say?" I didn't stutter: LITERACY, as in, the ability to read, write, and essentially function as a productive member in today's society. We degrade our kids for their "text" lingo, but thank goodness they're reading something. Just because our idea of reading involves pieces from the canon doesn't mean our kids don't read. That's how you hook them. They say they "don't read" and that "reading is stupid," but don't realize they read all day long! You want to get your driver's license? How do you think you will be able to drive unless you read road signs? You have to read a manual in the state of Georgia to even get your driving permit.
This idea of literacy opens a whole new can of worms in conversation. Then people tell me what I should do, as if I haven't just gotten a four year degree, student taught, received my certification, and been offered two teaching positions, and am not constantly seeking advice from veteran teachers and reading informational texts. "You should make them read all nonfiction" (barf); "You should make them write every day" (no, my kids will step into my class and NEVER write, what?!); "You should be super strict since you're so young" (I'm young, I had no idea that I was closer in age to my students than my coworkers!), and the list continues. Now, don't get me wrong, I am grateful that so many people are willing to offer advice, but I would never give my doctor advice on how to treat someone else's illness, or a tell a surgeon where s/he should cut, or tell a construction worker how to fix the road I'm driving on, or inform an accountant on how to do my taxes. I can't teach my kids by constantly shoving "you should" down their throats, I have to show them, demonstrate, instruct, praise, discipline, and provide ways to learn.
I want to teach because I'm constantly learning. I picked English because books were, and are, my coping mechanism. I am so grateful to my parents for instilling the love of reading in me; I always had a variety of books to choose from. I was read to every night. I saw my parents read every day. When my dad died, I escaped into other worlds through reading. Not everyone grows up like I do, but my goal is show my students HOW reading and writing can be helpful and therapeutic. I watched alongside Allisa as our students from this last year discovered these things. I had students excitedly tell me about their books, read essays about books by students who never turned anything in, watched as students discovered they could write and enjoy it, and so much more. We live in a literate world, and if you're illiterate it's pretty hard to get around. I have this crazy notion that once we tell kids they can, that they can conquer a lot of obstacles. Am I idealistic? Yes. But do you think any change would happen in this world if people weren't dreamers? I sure don't.
Smile, God loves you!
This has been a summer full of travelling around the southeast: Mexico Beach, Chattanooga, Athens, Lake Burton, Nashville, Chattanooga (again), and soon to Durham, NC to meet the latest member of the Rivard/Workmon/Theis/Lucas clan! I'm also literally up to my eyeballs in books, which I love, of course. Thanks to Allisa I have a very substantial classroom library, but I am sorting them by genre and making lists and all of the kinds of scaffolding that my 8th graders need. My mom is an angel and has been helping me sort them and hasn't once complained about the stacks and boxes of books constantly strewn across the family room floor (thanks, Mom!).
I'm at a very exciting and intimidating time in my life: I literally feel like I have the world at my feet. I'm happiest when I'm learning and planning for my classroom because I feel like it's something I'm good at, but then I spend a good 50% of my time thinking, "crap. Can I really do this?" Then there's the whole part where I've never lived anywhere other than a house or a residence hall, and to me being an adult means I'll have to buy my own toilet paper because I've. never. actually. done. that. I know, I know. Anyway, the whole point of this blog is to address the fact that EVERY PERSON I MEET is "entitled" to give their opinion on my chosen career. I'm constantly being asked, "What are you doing now?" Which I excitedly respond that I'll be teaching 8th grade Language Arts. Many people congratulate me for getting a job out of college or tell me they could never do that, etc. which is much appreciated; however, responding with, "Good luck with that." "Kids don't care about school." "Parents aren't involved." "Kids expect technology to do things for them." and more. Let me ask you a question:
Is that really what you think of for the future of the world?
That they're lazy, arrogant, un-involved, easily influenced and manipulated, and a plethora of other demeaning adjectives? Also, I'm pretty sure my grandparents said the exact same thing about the generation coming after them, and what our parents said about us, and now what we're saying about them. NEWS FLASH: these will be the young people paying our social security (if it still exists), furthering the ideas for cures for cancer, AIDS, and more. These kids mean something to me. I see young minds eager for someone to believe in them, to tell them they're capable, that they mean something to me, and that, believe it or not, their opinions and the way they view the world matter to me, and to the world.
I know education reform is greatly needed, believe me, I'm aware. Obama's new plan to put millions into schools is giving money to schools that already have it. I'll be testing my students 50 out of the 180 days of school- that's almost a third of the school year! I'm already reading fine print in my contract and reading lists upon lists of things I "can't do" and ways that I "have to teach" something. Fortunately for me, I have a lot of freedom at my school, which further proves that God has provided abundantly for me. I know that reform is needed: we don't have enough teachers, money, and class sizes keep increasing. Ask me where reform starts and I say hire more teachers and cap class sizes at 18. Oh, and the people making decisions about education shouldn't be so far removed from the system, but actually have teaching experience in today's age. But I digress...
People often give me their opinions and then ask, "Why Language Arts? Why English?" Well, gee, now that you've completely belittled my livelihood and passion, let me break it down for you: LITERACY. "What did you say?" I didn't stutter: LITERACY, as in, the ability to read, write, and essentially function as a productive member in today's society. We degrade our kids for their "text" lingo, but thank goodness they're reading something. Just because our idea of reading involves pieces from the canon doesn't mean our kids don't read. That's how you hook them. They say they "don't read" and that "reading is stupid," but don't realize they read all day long! You want to get your driver's license? How do you think you will be able to drive unless you read road signs? You have to read a manual in the state of Georgia to even get your driving permit.
This idea of literacy opens a whole new can of worms in conversation. Then people tell me what I should do, as if I haven't just gotten a four year degree, student taught, received my certification, and been offered two teaching positions, and am not constantly seeking advice from veteran teachers and reading informational texts. "You should make them read all nonfiction" (barf); "You should make them write every day" (no, my kids will step into my class and NEVER write, what?!); "You should be super strict since you're so young" (I'm young, I had no idea that I was closer in age to my students than my coworkers!), and the list continues. Now, don't get me wrong, I am grateful that so many people are willing to offer advice, but I would never give my doctor advice on how to treat someone else's illness, or a tell a surgeon where s/he should cut, or tell a construction worker how to fix the road I'm driving on, or inform an accountant on how to do my taxes. I can't teach my kids by constantly shoving "you should" down their throats, I have to show them, demonstrate, instruct, praise, discipline, and provide ways to learn.
I want to teach because I'm constantly learning. I picked English because books were, and are, my coping mechanism. I am so grateful to my parents for instilling the love of reading in me; I always had a variety of books to choose from. I was read to every night. I saw my parents read every day. When my dad died, I escaped into other worlds through reading. Not everyone grows up like I do, but my goal is show my students HOW reading and writing can be helpful and therapeutic. I watched alongside Allisa as our students from this last year discovered these things. I had students excitedly tell me about their books, read essays about books by students who never turned anything in, watched as students discovered they could write and enjoy it, and so much more. We live in a literate world, and if you're illiterate it's pretty hard to get around. I have this crazy notion that once we tell kids they can, that they can conquer a lot of obstacles. Am I idealistic? Yes. But do you think any change would happen in this world if people weren't dreamers? I sure don't.
Smile, God loves you!
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Give Thanks in ALL Circumstances
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 tells us to "rejoice always, pray continuously, and give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."
I've bolded certain words because it's not difficult to rejoice when things go well, but what about rejoicing even when things go badly, or certainly not the way you'd planned? It's also easy to pray in the evening when things start to slow down, but how many times have you been lying in bed and thought, "I haven't said one prayer today!" Even more, how many times have you been in that bed and thought, being a little ashamed, "I haven't even thanked God for one blessing today." The above verse tells us to rejoice in all circumstances. ALL. Not just when things go well, like when we get a good grade, someone comes out of an illness, we have safe travels. Of course we should give thanks in those circumstances! But what about when we lose a job? What about when we lose a loved one? When we can't find a job? When we have to take out that extra loan just to make things work? When we get in a fight with a friend or family member? When a relationship ends, whether it be romantic or a friendship.
Or when we hit a curb and pop a huge hole in our mom's car tire and make a gash in the rim, the AAA guy breaks the lug nut, and no where near you is open because of the holiday? Or when your sister has emergency gallbladder removal surgery and you're supposed to be in Tennessee to help? Or the fact that you can't afford to get the new tire and rim because that was going to be first month's rent for an apartment because you've graduated with $47,000 in debt despite working through school and receiving a scholarship? And your sister's A/C is broken adding another stress to the family you're supposed to be helping.
Obviously the above situation is my current life situation. Needless to say my first adult situation post-graduation is not fun. I was supposed to already be in Tennessee helping out with the Workmon kiddos. I just finished reading Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts, and the main premise of the book is giving thanks in all circumstances, no matter how happy, angering, frustrating, or sad, but giving thanks because this is the life God has given us, and we can live this life because of the sacrifice Christ made for us. No matter what is happening in this earthly life, we know that we are guaranteed an incredible eternal life because of what Christ did on the cross, and we really have nothing to fear because of it. That's a bold statement for someone who suffers with anxiety and depression!
Another thing my mom always says: it could always be worse. So, in the midst of me tearfully realizing I'd done damage to my mom's car and couldn't get to TN in time and everyone having to rearrange because of a dumb mistake I made, I made a list of things I was grateful for. This list included:
-Andrew's expert knowledge of cars (I honestly pray I marry a man who knows cars like Andrew), and his willingness to help me despite everything going on in the Workmon household
- My mishap happening within 5 miles of Kristy and Luke's house so I was safe and didn't have to drive back on a spare tire in the dark
- The tire is going to cost less than I thought
- Despite needing to be in TN, it was a blessing this happened now and not while working
- No one was hurt and no further damage was done to the car
- I am about to get my last pay check from Housing which will help pay for this
And then I prayed, hard for a place to have an available, even if temporary rim, on Tuesday. I caught myself thinking how inconvenient it was that this is Memorial Day weekend, and then I shut myself up because that's another reason to be grateful- for the men and women who sacrifice their lives daily for my freedoms, including the freedom to openly pray and make this list of gratefulness in public.
I'm really challenging myself to be grateful and give thanks in every circumstance. I do not know what the future holds- I don't know where I'll be living next year, I just found out that my curriculum for my 8th graders is being changed because of standardized tests, I'll be on a shoe-string budget so I can pay off my student loans accordingly and responsibly, and I'm terrified of teaching on my own (and excited). BUT, God is good, because in every situation He is there. Praying continuously, which I feel I've done more of now that school is over, really lets you be "in sync" with God. As I drove down the freeway on the spare tire with people honking at me and flipping me off, despite being in the right lane with my hazards on, I felt the freedom and conviction to pray for them and pray patience and understanding over them because I realized how lucky I was in my current circumstance. And I basically kissed the ground in praise of God when I got home safely. This is a good "practice" run of being thankful in tricky and frustrating situations because I know this is nothing compared to what some people go through, but God will always be by my side, and that is something to praise about.
If you feel compelled to send up a prayer for my tire rim, I'd appreciate it! : ]
Smile, God loves you!
I've bolded certain words because it's not difficult to rejoice when things go well, but what about rejoicing even when things go badly, or certainly not the way you'd planned? It's also easy to pray in the evening when things start to slow down, but how many times have you been lying in bed and thought, "I haven't said one prayer today!" Even more, how many times have you been in that bed and thought, being a little ashamed, "I haven't even thanked God for one blessing today." The above verse tells us to rejoice in all circumstances. ALL. Not just when things go well, like when we get a good grade, someone comes out of an illness, we have safe travels. Of course we should give thanks in those circumstances! But what about when we lose a job? What about when we lose a loved one? When we can't find a job? When we have to take out that extra loan just to make things work? When we get in a fight with a friend or family member? When a relationship ends, whether it be romantic or a friendship.
Or when we hit a curb and pop a huge hole in our mom's car tire and make a gash in the rim, the AAA guy breaks the lug nut, and no where near you is open because of the holiday? Or when your sister has emergency gallbladder removal surgery and you're supposed to be in Tennessee to help? Or the fact that you can't afford to get the new tire and rim because that was going to be first month's rent for an apartment because you've graduated with $47,000 in debt despite working through school and receiving a scholarship? And your sister's A/C is broken adding another stress to the family you're supposed to be helping.
Obviously the above situation is my current life situation. Needless to say my first adult situation post-graduation is not fun. I was supposed to already be in Tennessee helping out with the Workmon kiddos. I just finished reading Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts, and the main premise of the book is giving thanks in all circumstances, no matter how happy, angering, frustrating, or sad, but giving thanks because this is the life God has given us, and we can live this life because of the sacrifice Christ made for us. No matter what is happening in this earthly life, we know that we are guaranteed an incredible eternal life because of what Christ did on the cross, and we really have nothing to fear because of it. That's a bold statement for someone who suffers with anxiety and depression!
Another thing my mom always says: it could always be worse. So, in the midst of me tearfully realizing I'd done damage to my mom's car and couldn't get to TN in time and everyone having to rearrange because of a dumb mistake I made, I made a list of things I was grateful for. This list included:
-Andrew's expert knowledge of cars (I honestly pray I marry a man who knows cars like Andrew), and his willingness to help me despite everything going on in the Workmon household
- My mishap happening within 5 miles of Kristy and Luke's house so I was safe and didn't have to drive back on a spare tire in the dark
- The tire is going to cost less than I thought
- Despite needing to be in TN, it was a blessing this happened now and not while working
- No one was hurt and no further damage was done to the car
- I am about to get my last pay check from Housing which will help pay for this
And then I prayed, hard for a place to have an available, even if temporary rim, on Tuesday. I caught myself thinking how inconvenient it was that this is Memorial Day weekend, and then I shut myself up because that's another reason to be grateful- for the men and women who sacrifice their lives daily for my freedoms, including the freedom to openly pray and make this list of gratefulness in public.
I'm really challenging myself to be grateful and give thanks in every circumstance. I do not know what the future holds- I don't know where I'll be living next year, I just found out that my curriculum for my 8th graders is being changed because of standardized tests, I'll be on a shoe-string budget so I can pay off my student loans accordingly and responsibly, and I'm terrified of teaching on my own (and excited). BUT, God is good, because in every situation He is there. Praying continuously, which I feel I've done more of now that school is over, really lets you be "in sync" with God. As I drove down the freeway on the spare tire with people honking at me and flipping me off, despite being in the right lane with my hazards on, I felt the freedom and conviction to pray for them and pray patience and understanding over them because I realized how lucky I was in my current circumstance. And I basically kissed the ground in praise of God when I got home safely. This is a good "practice" run of being thankful in tricky and frustrating situations because I know this is nothing compared to what some people go through, but God will always be by my side, and that is something to praise about.
If you feel compelled to send up a prayer for my tire rim, I'd appreciate it! : ]
Smile, God loves you!
Monday, April 28, 2014
Streams of Mercy
While I was testing the water for my shower a few weeks ago, I stopped for a moment and watched the water pour off of my arm and separate like a fork in a river and then stream off of my individual fingertips. This is a vivid image in my mind, and I thought to myself, "this is like the Holy Spirit flowing from God to us on earth." Well, as you all know, I wasn't in the greatest places spiritually a few weeks ago and let that rest. Also around that time at the end of March one of the sermons at church was on God's mercy, and the pastor informed us that the translation of "mercy" means "the loving kindness of God." I was at such a dark place that I found it hard to stop rolling my eyes throughout this sermon (yes, I'm a Christian and have a really hard time believing sometimes). It isn't until these last 10 tens or so, since about Easter, appropriate I know, that I've felt my heart really begin to thaw (cue Frozen reference).
Mercy.
-An active dam in the wrath of God.
Oh, at the point I heard this sermon, I understood wrath. I had a felt like I had a wrath for God- I was so angry, so hurt, so upset, you know the drill. I felt God's judgment upon me wherever I went. I couldn't understand how someone who took the time to create me, who supposedly loved me SO much, could let bad things happen to me, could cast judgment upon me, could let me experience pain and heartbreak and so much more. I didn't get it. They say that your relationship with God is often a reflection of your relationship with your father, so it only makes sense that I have abandonment issues with God; I'm afraid He'll leave me. No, my father did not leave me by choice, but abandonment is the only way to describe that feeling. Well, back to the like father, like God comparison when it comes to God letting us see pain.
I vividly remember learning to swing on the monkey bars in the backyard one spring afternoon with my dad. I was about five and it was one of my coveted afternoons where it was just "Dad and Vic" time before my sisters got home from school that let out much later than mine. Anyway, he was holding my waist and instructing me to alternate swinging my arms on the monkey bars. He kept allowing me to swing my arm and swing my arm, and then he let go because I told him I was ready. He warily stepped back. Well, I did one bar by myself and then fell on my butt on the ground, knocking the wind out of me. I was ticked at my dad. He chuckled at the sight of me and then told me, in true Bob Rivard fashion, to "get up and walk it off." My anger and frustration grew and I snapped at my dad for letting go. "But you told me to," he said. I stomped off crying and he came over a minute later and explained that my behavior was unacceptable and that even though I was embarrassed, I shouldn't have been rude. Then he insisted I try again on the monkey bars.
How does this relate to my relationship with God? Sometimes I insist He let go. I pull away so quickly and God, like my dad, just has to stand and watch so that I can prove to myself that I can't do it on my own. God takes a step back and lets me get hurt, just like my dad did. My dad knew I wouldn't fall to a serious injury, I fell on my butt, a cushy surface, but I had been about to fall on my head, he would have stepped in to keep me from a really dangerous injury, just like God would have- just like He's always done. I've talked on here about my thoughts of suicide, and God steps in; my conscious and the Holy Spirit won't let me do it. I think it's God who comes back, but really I admit that I was rude and ask for forgiveness. My dad could have been mad at me for telling him to let go. He could have said "I told you so. That's why you always listen to your father!" but he didn't. God doesn't either; He could get really angry at me for straying and for saying I don't need Him, but He doesn't. His MERCY prevents Him from doing so.
Lord, like a tether pull me back to you. Show me how to feel welcome in your arms again. Lead me to where your love is without borders.
Tonight I realized I have one page left in my journal. I started this journal on June 21, 2012, just about 2 weeks after my gut-wrenching break up. The journal catalogs the darkest period of my life, where I clung to my faith like I had nothing left in this world, then shows how things got better, then I just stopped writing, but from June 21 to October 23 of 2012, I wrote almost every single day. I can tell in here when things are bad, because that's when I write the most. One sign of trouble and I go running back to God blaming him for "letting me get away." Each time, God opens His arms to me and lets me back in. It takes time because I might have to run a marathon to get back to where He is, but He's always there, because of his mercy. A lot of change is coming in my life, and I'm overwhelmed and anxious and stressed, and I'm not ready to tell the world about the decisions I've made, but probably will later this week. I've had more change and opportunities arise in the last 2 weeks when I've been diligently seeking Him and getting to know His heart more. Coincidence? I think not. His Word even says,
Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.
-James 4:8 (NKJV)
So now, despite how deep and dark of a hole you are in, remember that His mercy flows to us like the water in the shower. Remember this with me as times are tough and anxiety is high, and...
Smile, God loves you!
Mercy.
-An active dam in the wrath of God.
Oh, at the point I heard this sermon, I understood wrath. I had a felt like I had a wrath for God- I was so angry, so hurt, so upset, you know the drill. I felt God's judgment upon me wherever I went. I couldn't understand how someone who took the time to create me, who supposedly loved me SO much, could let bad things happen to me, could cast judgment upon me, could let me experience pain and heartbreak and so much more. I didn't get it. They say that your relationship with God is often a reflection of your relationship with your father, so it only makes sense that I have abandonment issues with God; I'm afraid He'll leave me. No, my father did not leave me by choice, but abandonment is the only way to describe that feeling. Well, back to the like father, like God comparison when it comes to God letting us see pain.
I vividly remember learning to swing on the monkey bars in the backyard one spring afternoon with my dad. I was about five and it was one of my coveted afternoons where it was just "Dad and Vic" time before my sisters got home from school that let out much later than mine. Anyway, he was holding my waist and instructing me to alternate swinging my arms on the monkey bars. He kept allowing me to swing my arm and swing my arm, and then he let go because I told him I was ready. He warily stepped back. Well, I did one bar by myself and then fell on my butt on the ground, knocking the wind out of me. I was ticked at my dad. He chuckled at the sight of me and then told me, in true Bob Rivard fashion, to "get up and walk it off." My anger and frustration grew and I snapped at my dad for letting go. "But you told me to," he said. I stomped off crying and he came over a minute later and explained that my behavior was unacceptable and that even though I was embarrassed, I shouldn't have been rude. Then he insisted I try again on the monkey bars.
How does this relate to my relationship with God? Sometimes I insist He let go. I pull away so quickly and God, like my dad, just has to stand and watch so that I can prove to myself that I can't do it on my own. God takes a step back and lets me get hurt, just like my dad did. My dad knew I wouldn't fall to a serious injury, I fell on my butt, a cushy surface, but I had been about to fall on my head, he would have stepped in to keep me from a really dangerous injury, just like God would have- just like He's always done. I've talked on here about my thoughts of suicide, and God steps in; my conscious and the Holy Spirit won't let me do it. I think it's God who comes back, but really I admit that I was rude and ask for forgiveness. My dad could have been mad at me for telling him to let go. He could have said "I told you so. That's why you always listen to your father!" but he didn't. God doesn't either; He could get really angry at me for straying and for saying I don't need Him, but He doesn't. His MERCY prevents Him from doing so.
Lord, like a tether pull me back to you. Show me how to feel welcome in your arms again. Lead me to where your love is without borders.
Tonight I realized I have one page left in my journal. I started this journal on June 21, 2012, just about 2 weeks after my gut-wrenching break up. The journal catalogs the darkest period of my life, where I clung to my faith like I had nothing left in this world, then shows how things got better, then I just stopped writing, but from June 21 to October 23 of 2012, I wrote almost every single day. I can tell in here when things are bad, because that's when I write the most. One sign of trouble and I go running back to God blaming him for "letting me get away." Each time, God opens His arms to me and lets me back in. It takes time because I might have to run a marathon to get back to where He is, but He's always there, because of his mercy. A lot of change is coming in my life, and I'm overwhelmed and anxious and stressed, and I'm not ready to tell the world about the decisions I've made, but probably will later this week. I've had more change and opportunities arise in the last 2 weeks when I've been diligently seeking Him and getting to know His heart more. Coincidence? I think not. His Word even says,
Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.
-James 4:8 (NKJV)
So now, despite how deep and dark of a hole you are in, remember that His mercy flows to us like the water in the shower. Remember this with me as times are tough and anxiety is high, and...
Smile, God loves you!
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