handwritten on September 18, 2019
I usually cannot find whimsy in insects. However, every time I walk into the bathroom, I'm reminded of our friendly family spider that lives in the corner near our bathroom. It's strange because both my husband and myself have an extreme aversion to anything that crawls. He tends to always find and kill his arch nemesis (the 100 legged creepy crawlers), and I generally am frightened of tiny ants. But for whatever reason, we have both found this spider and cannot find the heart to kill it.
This unspoken silence lasted until this week when both my husband an myself looked at eachother and questioned eachother about the spider. He replied, "I just cannot kill it." And I replied, "He isn't...
handwritten on September 17, 2019
I'm not quite sure you should be recognized for coining the word "thingy-majig" but I think it is quite grand. And thingy majig's can be a teacher's doom or they can be the most beautiful whimsy of all time.
Some people call them knick-knack's or "fiddlers," but I like to call them thingy-majigs and essentially I'm referring to any object that seems to have the magic of taking over any child's full focus. For some, these are known as "distractors," and sometimes that is the case. However, if we are all being truthful with ourselves, whatever stage of life you're in, we all need a bit of a thingy-majig magic to get us through the day.
This year, I have a class full of beautiful students...
handwritten on September 16, 2019
Today was most certainly a mountainous Monday. And I'm here to say that no matter how many hours goes in to planning something important (be it a wedding or a rehearsal or a lesson or even a run), sometimes what is unplanned creates a spark that is so much better than what was originally intended. And so today, we were all a bit sluggish and sleepy in the heat of the Monday, and I could sense our souls were becoming a bit tired. Thus, my original introduction into a recount narrative became a narrative recount in real-time.
Two minutes before teaching this said lesson, I ran down to the staff lounge, pulled out the Siracha sauce and sprinted back up into my classroom. We discussed the...
handwritten on September 15, 2019
In the beauty of this Sunday morning, I had the opportunity to participate in the PSO Musicians 5K run. The first time since racing since an injury, I certainly had my doubts, but with a little glute stretch and some fingers crossed and a sprinkle of hope, I was off and running.
I often find myself thinking while I run. In fact, a lot of what I write or intend to write comes from the deep contemplation I have whilst running. Though-I'm not quite sure I would call my realization duing this run necessarily full of depth or pivotal, but certainly important enough to write about. The minute I stepped over the line to begin the race, I immedietely thought of a sign that still remains on the...
handwritten on September 14, 2019
I had my second soccer practice/game with some of my team at Northview Heights. The sun was shining, and one of my players brought her baby brother Sonny (ironically.) Truthfully, there is nothing more energizing than watching a two-year old and also trying to coach soccer at the same time.
What was unusual about today is we didn't have our normal episodes of frustration. In fact, just the opposite. We were playing the blue team and certainly losing. However, any time the other team scored, one of the players on our team would erupt in giggling laughter and fall to the ground and the rest of the teammates would pile on top of each other screeching with laughter. We spent most of our soccer...
