It’s been a minute. That’s not to say I haven’t been thinking about writing (as I’ve certainly had lots on my mind.) I even thought at several points about actually posting something.
And then I didn’t. And then I thought about it again. And then I did nothing.
Continue reading “Oh hi there…”
In June I participated in the AIDS Lifecycle (ALC), a 545 mile bike ride to raise funds and awareness for AIDS/HIV research, care, and prevention. I am new to cycling as a sport and this was my first time doing the ride, which this year had 2200 participants and 700 support volunteers, all of whom raised over $15 million dollars.
What follows is not a play by play of my experience (check out my Facebook, Instagram or Strava feeds for that piece of the story) but rather an effort to gather in one place the things I learned.
Continue reading “That Time I Biked 545 Miles”
The quick and dirty? I love lesson planning. It brings some front loaded calm to the anticipated craziness of any given work week. And what teacher doesn’t appreciate some calm in whatever form they can get it?
Click on the links below for a look at the documents that guide our rehearsals at Amador Valley. Continue reading “Lesson Planning”
It’s the middle of the 3rd quarter.
(This is not about basketball) Continue reading “March Madness”
Thanks Cher. But IF I could turn back time as a teacher, would I?
Continue reading “If I Could Turn Back Time…”
Coming off summer hiatus…transition to teacher mode complete.
My list of adulting last week:
- Finally remembered to pack a lunch.
- Actually ate lunch.
- Doubled coffee intake.
- Ironed a shirt.
- Woke up to an alarm.
- Slept through an alarm.
- Got a haircut.
- Took a vitamin.
- Didn’t eat breakfast.
- Next day, ate breakfast.
- Did lesson plans.
- Went to bed to late.
- Next day, went to bed very early.
- Drank water.
- Washed my hands more.
- Tucked in a shirt.
Felt settled and back at home in the comfort of something I’ve known well for the length of time my students have been alive. The warm routine of the start.
15th Amador Band camp done.
Week 1, year 17 of teaching in the books.
But I took some time this week to remember to really see my kids (we always call ’em “my kids” don’t we?)
Like look in their eyes-really see them-see them.
Here’s what I saw:
- A family newly broken
- A family newly formed
- New to school
- New to city
- New to country
- Talent found
- Friends left
- Friends found
I have to remind myself that for each year my routine becomes more familiar and comfortable, that it is, nonetheless, brand new for the flock of teenagers that cross through the door to the band room. They only have one 1st day of high school. I’ve had 17.
So I took some time this week to see them for who they were and where they were. It wasn’t easy in the busyness of the start. But it was worth it to find those moments to connect with them. Made my routine feel a little less routine.
Here’s to some magic through the the crazy of this new year!