handwritten on January 13, 2020
3.5 miles: Today was a Monday that was beautiful. What I really reflected on whilst running today was just the importance of recognizing what we have while simultaneously thinking about where we wish to go. I think as of late I have been thinking a lot of what could be. And while I think there is nothing wrong with reflecting on this- I do think it is important for me to recognize the beauty I'm surrounded with every day. My class is spectacular and so has been the ability to create a diverse and global curriculum. I am blessed to be where I am and surrounded by the students and the job I am surrounded with. I am fulfilled everyday I wake up and head into the classroom and this is something...
handwritten on January 12, 2020
2 miles: After this weekend of conversing with others I have never met and reflecting over 18 hours or so regarding goals and aspirations, rivers of hope and rivers of despair, I can with certainty that sitting in discomfort is something I have not pushed myself to do in quite some time. It's interesting because I think sometimes we get in a routine of life where we are comfortable doing what we are doing. I remember entering a new school five years ago, ending school, transitioning to teaching full time and essentially being thrown into a classroom and learning that I would either sink above the waves or fall below them. I think I entered the classroom everyday that year with chronic...
handwritten on January 11, 2020
I think this question is truly worth thinking about. I suppose by the time we are in our twenties, we have claimed that we have read and heard thousands of stories. We have read the picture books when we are younger and then the reports and the research in college and high school. Some of us even claim to be superhuman and read material while also listening to a podcast or a story whilst driving in the car or completing some other task. We tell ourselves that we know how to tell a good story and we know how to listen to one. In fact, sometimes our brain becomes so convinced that it has listened to enough stories that when someone is telling a story we wave our hand quickly in passing and...
handwritten on January 10, 2020
3.5 miles: I have been having a lot of "life shiver" moments recently. This is hard to explain but I don't think I have had an authentic "shiver" since perhaps my freshman year of high school. Actually, I suppose this isn't quite true. However, my first authentic shiver that I can remember occurred in high school. A shiver, by the way, happens to be the time in which you can actually feel your very soul shaking. It's this shivering, tingling sensation that sometimes takes place in the pit of one's stomach or toes or knees. My soul shaking moment occurred actually-now that I think about it-in 8th grade. I was standing beside a 300 piece marching band for 8th grade band night. I remember I...
handwritten on January 9, 2020
1 mile: Today while I was running, I reflected back on the tiny little voices before lunch who told me..
Mrs. Amoscato...I don't even like recess...
Can I just stay in the classroom with you? I can even do work..
Though probably not a good decision on my part, I let them stay in because I am pretty sure I used to be that kid
my brother as well
who really disliked recess in elementary school.We played soccer outside and even then
the ball was stolen or someone showed poor sportsmanship or would make the teams uneven so we were on
the losing team. Recess was certainly a time of dread not necessarily dreams being fulfilled on the blacktop..I get it
I much preferred hanging out in the classroom...
