Surviving 9th Grade

As Josh walked in the door, I turned and proudly announced, above the humming of the bread machine, "I'm making strombolis!"

Girls, if you want a man to fall for you just make homemade strombolis. Here's the recipe:

One breadmaker - follow the breadmaker directions for pizza dough
One man - let him roll out the dough and compliment his bulging muscles as he works.
Turkey, ham, pepperonis, and cheese - stuff all of these in and roll up your strombolis.
Pizza stone - these do a lovely job of browning the strombolis.
Butter (or olive oil) and oregano mixture - brush onto the strombolis to achieve the perfect golden-brown color
Oven - Bake at 350 until golden-brown.

As you can see, men adore these tasty treats.

The last few weeks have been just wonderful! As far as I know, the wedding went off without a hitch. It was HOT, but fun. I am a little bitter about the melted silly string on my dash, though. The criminal should be prepared for retaliation!

The honeymoon was great. We had some very friendly construction workers who were willing to give us a wake-up call every morning... how sweet.

When we came home, I found out that I'm not teaching Honors English next year, and I'm okay with that. Instead I'm teaching journalism, creative writing, and the literary magazine. Plus, I'm helping with the yearbook. I love that I have classes that don't include a high-stakes standardized test at the end of the year. The key word for this year is FUN!

Otherwise, married life is wonderful! I absolutely love it! We have most of our apartment organized and as of this week, I think we're finally getting some sleep, though there's a king size bed in our distant future. :)

Labels: honeymoon, school, wedding

Despite my best intentions I never blog, but here's a piece of what's been going on in my life:

Wedding Planning........... So-so
Moving ............................. Fun
G/T Class.......................... Way Cool
Picking Music.................... AHHHHH!!!
Getting Married in 10 days.................................... YIPPEE!!!! HOORAY!!! (I would do somersaults now, but I don't want to break my neck before the honeymoon)

As you can see by counter, school is almost out! I can't wait! While I've loved teaching this year, there were lots of things that I can gladly avoid for the next few months:

- sitting in long meetings
- having three meetings scheduled at once
- grading a bazillion papers just to hand them back for revision
- having to check my voicemail
- forgetting to check my voicemail for weeks at a time
- getting in trouble for not checking my voicemail

I'll miss a few things too:

- the way I long for Fridays
- the funny things my kids say (Ms. Smith, I'm going to an Ivy Lake school!)
- the excitement when an underachieving child reaches his/her potential
- knowing that you finally got through to that difficult child
- hanging out with my wonderful colleagues

I won't have to miss it long though! Only a couple months until school starts again (August 20th, to be exact).

And in even better news, I get married in 30 days!!! In fact, I may have to start a new counter next week since I'm a thousand times more excited about June 30th than I am about June 7th.

Before I begin, I want to admit that I'm often a blind optimist; Josh often helps me come back to reality. And while blind optimism is a thrilling ride through reality, it just isn't healthy all the time. Working with students has actually removed much of my idealism, however, since no one else will be down to earth with them.

Anyway, after spoiling a meeting the other day by thinking about reality (my colleagues are wonderful people, but several readily admitted wanting to live "in a bubble"), I was happy to find this article on Slate.com this evening.

Now, I've heard of this The Secret book, but I haven't read it. The premises I've heard seem a little too outlandish and "New-Age"-y for me. Wishful thinking will change your life... for the better??? You've got to be kidding; that type of thinking is putting many of my students in danger.

Here was my response that I emailed to Slate:

As a high school teacher, I can tell you that there is one thing that would help my students more than anything else - a healthy dose of reality... for their parents. I hear, "My child would never (fill in the blank)" all the time. While that's really sweet and all, my students are failing out, dropping out, sleeping around, using drugs, abusing alcohol, and joining in a menagerie of other unhealthy activities at an alarming rate while their parents sit blindly by dreaming of the best.

If the parents would be even a bit realistic, it might rub off on their students. You know, the ones with no motivation, because even if they do fail out of high school or score so low on the SAT that they can't get into college on the first try, they believe that everything will be okay. And I have to tell you that teaching a kid with /no /motivation isn't difficult, it's impossible.

Oprah should know that; she's the one who moved her efforts to Africa because kids in America won't take your help even when you give it hand over fist. Oprah, help us out and improve our future - you might be the only one who can save it. Parents listen to you, not the teachers or the kids' friends or even the cops, but their mommas will be watching you religiously every afternoon.

Warmly,

A Concerned Teacher

Pinkeye.

No time to post for real, but Josh wanted me to fix that.

Ummm, wedding planning is good. busy. you know stuff like that.

blog again by friday... i promise.

I spent all day today quarantined because I have pinkeye. It stinks! I did get quite a lot of wedding stuff done, though. Anyway, I'm hoping to go back to work tomorrow, but when I mentioned it this morning, the doctor gave me the "there's that wishful thinking again" look. Needless to say, I may spend another day in quarantine. :(