My First Birthday

For my first birthday, I got a brother! Today is brother Bob's birthday who's celebrating in sunny Palm Springs, CA. Nice! We are not quite a year apart in age (2 days shy) and I honestly cannot remember a moment of my life without him. I am hyper and outgoing and he is calm and reserved. We both love books. As young children we had a Saturday ritual. After cleaning our bedrooms, we would spend all morning at the library - coming home with at least 20 books each - followed by the Disney matinee at the Capitol Theater. We did that every Saturday during the school year and some summer Saturdays as well. We actually hit the library more often than that during the summer because we both read books like some people plow through a bag of chips! So happy birthday Bobby! Yeah, he would love that old nickname.

Complex People

I have several complex people in my life but no one more intriguing than my brother, the middle child. This guy and I have been at cross-purposes for years. He is incredibly high-energy and totally focused on work. For years it's been about making money... lots of money... something he does very well. He also loves Asia and Eastern religions, not that he believes any of them or any religion at all for that matter. He used to be incredibly foul-mouthed around me, baiting me... yeah, it worked. But when my dad started to get sick, he was the one who made sure dad had everything he needed. When dad had the bad stroke, he was the one who convinced me to come and I did and it made a big difference for dad and for me. He was the one who handled all of my dad's finances after his death, selling seven or eight properties, making sure we all got what dad wanted us to have. He even reserved a few grand and whenever something special comes along, takes us all out to dinner on dad's dime. When we moved here after 25 years overseas, he was the one who lined up all kinds of help for us to fix up our house. He has hosted the family dinners in his huge, beautiful, historic home. And just a few weeks ago, he moved a woman, suffering with brain cancer, and her son into his home. She has nothing left and needed a place to live - they are friends - he has a big house. That's how he recounts his decision. Such amazing generosity. She knows that if it comes down to it, she can die there. She hopes to be healed but it's not looking very promising. In the meantime, she and her 16 year old son live in a beautiful home with absolutely everything they need. I am so proud of my complex brother, who still has an amazing capacity for driving me crazy!

Grandparent's Day

Today was Grandparent's Day; it was also Spirit Day, as in patriotic red, white, and blue day which meant I got to wear blue jeans. I wear black ones every day but my blue jeans... I love my blue jeans! Anyway, the entire school was mobbed with grandparents - all but the junior high. Oh I had three sets, the other 7th grade homeroom had two, and the 8th grade had one. But the sixth grade had at least two dozen, fifth had 30+ and I swear there were five adults for every kindergarten and first grade student! It was crazy! I wish junior high could just skip it but being part of a K-8 school means there are some things we just can't avoid, and this seems to be one of them. Of the three sets of grandparents who came today, one set has legally become the parents of my student. They took him when he was a year old and have had him ever since. We did have an interesting 30 minutes though. A few years ago I came up with a questionnaire for kids to ask their grandparents about the cost of things when the grandparents were the same age as the kids are now. Then a year later I added questions about the president at that time, the national fear, hourly wage or yearly salary... that kind of thing. The kids were freaking out at the idea of a movie for 25 cents. So that was fun and we had snacks. Done for another year!

Four-Day Weekend

Last spring, my brilliant administrator husband and the rest of the crew around here made the sound decision to not follow the path set out by the surrounding schools for this coming weekend. Public schools will have next Monday and Tuesday off. We, however, will have this Friday and next Monday off. So smart! So much more teaching is accomplished in two four-day weeks rather than a five and three! Plus, just think of all the teacher-joy, knowing that there are two short weeks back-to-back! We are headed to Cannon Beach. I don't care if it storms... I will enjoy it!

JOY!

This little cutie showed up in my classroom today, cupcake and homemade valentine in hand. There are times when being the youngest is just not as cool as it should be. Big sister and big brother spent a good portion of Saturday and Sunday making Valentines for their classmates at school. Since she had no classmates, she brought Valentines to Grandpa and Grandma! We're not complaining although she might be. Sierra does not go to school... yet. But just ask her, she'll be four in June and she will go to school when she is four. I'm not going to be the one to tell her that school won't start until September! Her name is Sierra June but it ought to be Sierra Joy because that's how she makes me feel - so full of joy it's running over.

Valentine's in Junior High? Absolutely NOT!

Yes, I am the meanest teacher in the west! The first year that I taught in the junior high, we had a Valentine's Day party. It was nuts! Beginning a week or two before the party, all the girls were whispering about the boys and the boys were scheming and dreaming about the girls. It initiated previously uninterested students into the Life of Boys and Girls, something they simply do not need until much later in life. After that first year, I just said no. The rest of the school could have a party if they wanted but my homeroom class was not going to do it. The other junior high teachers were delighted that I said no and jumped on the bandwagon. So today, while K-6 teachers were frantically losing their minds, we conducted a normal school day. No flowers, no candy, no cards, no silliness. A few parents brought their children flowers or balloons and I do think some of the girls brought valentines for their friends, which they gave out quietly before school or between classes, but there was none of the craziness of that first year. Fortunately the high school is in a completely separate building; I have been praying for my principal husband today. I can't imagine the level of insanity over there! But junior high? No problem!

4-day weeks

We have two four-day weeks ahead of us. I like that because I could really use an extra day off. We haven't had all the snow days that folks South and East of us have enjoyed. Not that I would want that much time off, but a day here and there is quite nice. Our administration chose to give us Friday and Monday rather than Monday and Tuesday. I, for one, am very grateful! I don't care for three-day weeks very much but four days - perfect!

I rewarded my short-story grading frenzy on Saturday and let myself read two books today. Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi and Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo. Two very different books! One challenged me intellectually and the other reinforced my faith.

Tomorrow, Valentine's Day, the Whittaker family will honor the life of their little girl, Susana. I would love to give them the second book I read tonight but I think they could probably write one themselves. These people have incredible faith. God bless them.

The Smell of a Bookstore

It's incredible, right? I mean, we used to go to Barnes & Noble in Miami and spend hours thumbing through books, seeing what was on the bargain racks, enjoying a coffee. On vacations, anywhere, we find the little out of the way, odd bookstores, usually full of used books and other cool stuff. We'd literally spend days in these quirky little places. I've been thinking about bookstores lately. Word is that Borders is going to file for bankruptcy. I rushed right in and used up all my gift cards from Christmas! Hope you've done that... they won't be worth much after chapter 11.

When e-books first came out, I scoffed. Never... never would an electronic whatever replace the beauty of holding and reading a good book. Then my hubby bought me an iPod touch. I am not a gadgets kind of person. I'd never had an iPod because I couldn't think of a reason to get one... until we decided to go to Israel for Christmas. Right... l-o-n-g flights, plus terrible luggage restrictions and books are heavy! In comes my new iPod touch with my 20+ books downloaded and it fits in the little front pocket of my purse. The back-lit screen means I don't need a light to read at night so I don't keep my hubby awake. I absolutely love it!

So I'm really sorry Borders but I understand why this has happened. Amazon is my new bookstore... but I do miss the coffee, leather chairs, and that amazing smell of books!

Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas

One of my 7th grade students is having a bad year. Her father has inoperable, stage 4 esophageal cancer. He is not yet 50 years old but unless a miracle happens, it is unlikely he will see his daughter graduate from junior high school. The sad thing for us was that we didn't know about this. She started missing school, not doing her work or doing it poorly, and we just thought she was being lazy. We asked the office to find out what was going on and they did... they found out that dad was sick. Period. End of story. Then I saw him. I about flipped. He has lost about 50 pounds; I over-heard him talking to a volunteer bus driver, saying "They got it too late." A bit more probing and I had the full story. Chemo is hopefully shrinking the tumor so it can be removed. Cancer is evil! Dylan Thomas seems to fit today:

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Yes, we have no bananas

I forgot to buy bananas on Monday so I went without on Tuesday. Then I forgot to buy them on Tuesday so no banana this morning. Every day I head to work with my breakfast: coffee and a banana. The past several days I have noticed a lady in a car next to me at the stop light on Carpenter Road and Martin Way. Every day, same car, same lady. She eats her breakfast on the way to work as well... a big chocolate covered doughnut. Normally I would be quite envious but eating that, before seven in the morning? Just the thought makes me kind of sick to my stomach.

Late night; questions...

Yesterday (Friday) was one of those days. We are finishing up literature circles in 8th grade language arts. Our focus has been novels that deal with the Civil War era. It's been fun, good reading for the students, plenty of work to do for those who are actually doing their work. One of the quirks about this results in me writing individual tests for each group. Now... to be honest, I don't exactly write totally individualized tests. The first page is always vocabulary based on the words that the students have chosen to highlight: new, interesting, or difficult words. The second page has the same essay questions, framed around the elements of literature, which the students answer based on their particular novel.

Thursday afternoon I began preparing the first test over Across Five Aprils. I dug into the folder, pulled out all the word list sheets, and began to read: wonderful, picket, idle, --- WHAT? The little darlings had chosen wimpy words, thinking they would beat me at my own game. So... I typed up their word list and next to each wimpy word I place a word that would challenge their learning. And no, I did NOT give them the definition! I finished the list and saw that only six of their words had survived the exercise. I printed one copy and gave it to a young lady in the group, telling her that she would have the dubious honor of presenting it to her group the next morning. The look on her face quickly confirmed that she knew exactly what was up! I went through each of the lists that afternoon, finding one more group who thought it would be a good idea to produce wimpy words. I doctored that list and gave it to a young man... who told me a few moments later that all his words had survived the cut because he had taken his responsibility seriously. I agreed with him; he did a good job choosing his words. However, he knew exactly what the others were doing and he didn't stop them nor did he choose to tell me what was happening. Brandon announced that there ought to be a banner in my classroom that simply states: Don't play around with Mrs. K or you will pay! I understood and agreed with that concept. To be fair, there was only one group who did not have any words replaced or added to the list but the four other groups had obviously taken their job seriously, I mean... prestidigitation? Good word. So last night I finished the tests.

Friday night, 8 o'clock, and there I was, working away... ridiculous but necessary. I have a ton of essays to grade this weekend and I didn't need those tests hanging over my head. As I worked, two of my former students dropped by to visit. There were basketball games going on in both gyms on our campus. Both girls are sweet, bright students. They didn't get all As from me but they did fine. One attends the high school on our campus and the other is at a nearby public high school. Miss Public High School Student began to tell me about her Honors English class. My head snapped up, "You are in honors? Congratulations." All the while my brain is saying, how in the world did that happen? I don't mean to belittle Miss PHSS; she's so sweet, a good reader, but certainly not among my top students. We chatted amiably for about 30 minutes and then the girls headed off to the game. I sat for a few moments, thinking of my students who had moved on to public high schools. Every one of my former students is part of an Honors English program in high school. I did not think Miss PHSS would be one of those, nor Mr. R, nor Mr. S, but they are. All of my former students tell me that they have yet to work as hard in high school as they did in 8th grade. And remember... they are in honors! I learned last night that they read one or maybe two novels each quarter and that their grade is based on a 50-minute timed essay. They will write three timed essays during the quarter and they are allowed to choose which one gets graded. The teacher rolls a dice which determines which part of their essay she will grade. R-e-a-l-l-y!

I think... no, I honestly don't know what I think! Good writing, in my very humble opinion, is not about a student's gut reaction to a topic. Remember, students have 50 minutes to make some notes, organize their thoughts, write, edit, and rewrite. I suppose that this works from a strictly testing point of view but to my understanding, this is the only essay writing these students will do during the year.

I am hearing this everywhere... timed essays... just sayin' - I'm not a fan.

2-3-4

Seven years ago today, my husband and I were in Martinique for meetings when we received the call: our first grandson had entered the world! Colton Gage Ketchum is a force like no other. He is smart, strong, daring, beautiful, and sweet. He is his dad's best friend, his grandpa's buddy, and reminds us often of his Uncle Brian. I love him with all my heart and rejoice that tonight he is coming (with his family) to our house for dinner and a birthday celebration. What a wonderful day!

Coffee!

For the past 21 days, my husband and I have participated in a Daniel Fast organized by our church. We didn't eat meat, dairy, sweets, bread or drink anything but water and juiced fruits and vegetables. We were faithful and learned to enjoy all kinds of vegan dishes. I didn't miss a thing... except my morning coffee. Oh my, it was tough! I learned that it wasn't necessarily the coffee itself, it was the routine of my day that was changed. It wasn't the taste of the coffee, it was the comfort of holding my favorite mug, starting the day with it, feeling warmed by it. Of course I had the headaches for the first three days, but after that, it really wasn't about withdrawal, I just missed it - like I miss good friends.

Today is the first day post-fasting and yes, I am sitting here with my coffee. The aroma, the flavor, the warmth! My husband says I don't really taste the coffee because I add a flavored creamer (vanilla-caramel!) but I taste what I like in my big old mug! Somehow, I was even more comfortable in my devotions today. I know meeting with the Lord in the morning isn't about coffee but He must like it too because our early morning communion was so cozy and comfortable today.

Fabulous Drivers

I find myself reading several blogs from people who live and work in Haiti. We lived a big chunk of our lives in that part of the world and still have many wonderful friends and co-workers who minister among these resilient people. One of the blogs I enjoy is from a couple who have a large family and often share fun family challenges. The one I just read was about their daughter getting her first lesson driving a stick. That brought back some great memories!

Both our boys learned to drive in Haiti. Their dad taught them, for obvious reasons. Not only is he a great driver but he is very calm, a skill that is quite important when teaching teenagers to drive... in a place like Haiti! Our first born learned quickly and after one really scary accident, became more than just a good driver - he's a great one! Our second son learned even faster (since his brother and he would sneak out with the jeep) and didn't have his horribly scary accident until he was in the states.

One thing we decided right away was that both boys would have to take driver's training in the states for several reasons. Even though they were great drivers, Haiti is so unique that there were things that could not be learned. The law: well, I'm sure there are driving laws in Haiti but I'm not sure what they are, nor apparently, is any one else. Signage: it is important to be able to follow street signs and directional signs - something not required in Haiti since there aren't many to follow. The Kamikaze Technique: while it is a gift and talent in Haiti (weaving, dodging, using whatever lane is available), it can result in a big ticket in the states. Speed limits: there is little need of speed limits in Haiti; the roads are so bad that no one can drive too fast. But in the states, our boys loved to put their foot down!

As a result, the summer of their 16th birthdays, each son made the trip home to the states for summer school driver's training. The first born did a great job and got his license the first try. The second born showed up for class, was doing just fine and then went on his first drive. The instructor was very complimentary of his skill and told him that he had only had one other student, four years prior, who was as proficient the first time out. Then he said, "Come to think of it, he had red hair like you but he was from some other country..." to which younger son asked, "Haiti?" The instructor looked at him, startled, and replied in the affirmative, asking how he knew that. And the younger son replied, "That was my brother." A long discussion followed about life in Haiti and driving and the instructor stated that he thought all teens should learn to drive in Haiti. By the way, second son also got his license on the first try.

I have to agree that all teens should go to Haiti, or some other third-world nation, but not to learn to drive! One of the best ways for kids to learn to appreciate their blessings, to care about others and try to make a difference in the world, is to show up in a place like Haiti and do something to make it better. I still remember Shauna who came at age 15. After her two-week stay, she announced that she was never going to complain about anything again in her life. And I do believe she was changed by her experiences with the Haitian people. It's hard to avoid it. I bet there are many parents of somewhat spoiled kids who would love to have a child who learned to appreciate what it meant to be well fed, well clothed, well educated, and also know that someday - with a little hard work - a decent job would be possible. And I know for a fact that there are hundreds of thousands of Haitian parents who work harder than anyone can imagine and will never be able to provide that for their children. It isn't fair but it is a fact.

Sunshine!

I left school about five minutes later than allowed so I could stand in the sunshine. Ahhh... I'm so tired of rain right now. I know the NE is tired of snow but I'd take snow - at least it's bright! I don't wish for tropical weather; I never did. I loved the Caribbean from December - March and after that, it just was too hot for me to appreciate the sunshine. I'm sure that's because I was raised in this rainy town; I like cooler temps. I know we will only have a couple days of this nicer weather and then the rain will return so I think I'll head outside. Seems like a good idea to enjoy it while we have it!

Sunshine, Ocean Waves, Family

What a great weekend! It took us a while to pack up everything we needed for our ocean beach get-away but we were able to leave the house before our 5:30 target and we made great time, arriving by 8 o'clock that night. Our three grandkiddos were standing on the upper deck, cheering as we pulled into the driveway. The house we stayed in was originally owned by the child star, Darla, from Little Rascals-Our Gang Comedy. It has passed through a variety of family members and is now owned by someone living in the Tacoma area. The house is quite mid-century modern, very open and comfortable. Someone had the brilliant idea of adding on a sun-room that completely opens the view on three sides. Gorgeous!

We played on the beach for a long time on Saturday, and ultimately, got hit by a big ole sneaker - a series of small waves that joined together to be bigger and faster than we expected. I had Sierra by the hand, running with her toward shore, when I realized that I'd better pick her up or she was going to be washed over. I grabbed her into my arms, still truckin' when T reached for her. I was glad to hand her over as my stability in the water, while looking down at its movement, is not the best. Sierra was pretty wet and not a bit happy! Both T and I had water cascade over our boots so it was time to walk back home. We were heading toward the trail when T spotted a kelp whip and began to play with it. Kayla wanted a turn and did well. Then Colton got a hold of it. In the process of whipping sideways, he nailed his face and ear. Not a good move. We held the sobbing boy for a while so he could regain control. A short walk later, clothes changed and in the washer, we all relaxed and played and snoozed the day away. That evening, we insisted that our son take his wife out to dinner for her birthday while we babysat the kids. They had a great evening and we played table games and watched cartoons most of the evening with the three adorables plus their dog, Scout.

After packing up and cleaning a bit, we left Sunday around 11, headed to Cape Disappointment. We decided against hiking up to the lighthouse as the trail was muddy as well as rated difficult. We chose to hike up to the interpretive center and the ruins of Ft. Canby instead. That was a smart choice. All three kids were beat! Sierra didn't think she could make it back to the car, walking down a paved path. We said our good-byes in the parking lot and headed home.

We have told ourselves repeatedly that we need to get away like this more often, but somehow it just doesn't happen. We live in one of the most beautiful places on earth. We simply must take the time to enjoy it.

Too Sad!

Some things just don't seem right! Early last year I wrote about not being exempt from suffering and specifically requested prayer for little Susana. For a long time, Susana did so well. She went through one procedure after another and was just getting so healthy. All of a sudden, things headed the wrong direction, so much so that Susana is looking toward heaven soon. My heart just breaks for these parents, people I don't even know but I ache for them. Please, please pray for Susana and her family. I don't know how but if she is not to be healed on this earth, may she pass gently into the arms of Jesus.

My connection to this family is Haiti. No, they weren't there during our eighteen year tenure; they were only there a few months before they realized they had a very sick little girl. Even as they have cared for their baby, they have continued to support their ministry with direction and occasional trips in country. When they return to Haiti, as I imagine they will, there will be three of them, not four. Isabela, age six or seven, will return without her little sister and playmate. May God rain down his blessings of healing on this little family and allow that those around them will truly be the support and encouragement that they need. God have mercy!

Fun weekend ahead!

Have I mentioned that I love my girls? My dad had thirteen brothers and three sisters; mom had two brothers. I have four brothers; my husband has two brothers. And we have two sons. I was so excited when our firstborn brought a lovely California girl home to meet us! Our first daughter has a birthday this weekend and she has planned an ocean-beach get-away that includes us! I find that absolutely amazing. We will head out on Friday, sometime after school, and not come home until sometime on Sunday. This will be fun; I am so glad that our sons married well! Happy Birthday to my dear Kassie on Saturday! You bless our lives!

What does one say?

It's interesting that many of my friends/acquaintances in Haiti have little to say on their blogs or Facebook posts about current events in Haiti. There's a lot going on down there these days. Jean-Claude Duvalier got his tush hauled off to the Attorney General's office - wherever that is - and as yet, I haven't heard the outcome. My guess is they'll ship him out without his suitcase! But I do understand the predicament of living in the place that is blowing up over one thing after another. Either one is hesitant to say anything because of repercussions or just plain tired of all the chaos.

Speaking of chaos, my 8th graders today (shake head wearily) were not demonstrating any level of self-control. Tomorrow they start novel studies so I'm hoping they'll improve. They like doing this. Well, it's 5:25 and I still have journals to grade. Time to get cracking.

Quiet Comforts

Today was a day-off from school. MLK, Jr. Day. My hubby and I had a slow start to the day but once we got going, we got quite a bit done. Our garage has looked like a collection site for a while. From my mother to T's brother to our kids, people have given us things to share with others. We also have cleaned out a lot of very good but seldom-used items of our own and today - it was time. We filled the back of the Explorer and headed out to share the goodness. I still have one large bag of beautiful draperies in the back of the SUV that I will give to one of my colleagues tomorrow. It's destined for her in-laws who had their house burn down 18 months ago and are now in a new home. They still need a lot of stuff so we help when we can.

Then it was time to grocery shop. Since this is not one of my favorite activities, I tend to just rush through things. Now that we're on this fast, it takes a lot more thought and label-reading. We began at the Top Food store, which has beautiful produce and a ton of organic foods. Then we went to Trader Joe's, which was mobbed! We kept searching for mint at Bayview Market, and although they didn't have any, they did have a great little deli where we had vegetable soup, cole slaw, and hummus for lunch while gazing out the big picture windows at Puget Sound and the snow-covered Olympic Mountains. Such beauty! Heading closer to home, we found mint at Ralph's Thriftway and continued on to Lowe's to search out chandelier lightbulbs and door-stoppers. I know, big spenders! One more stop at Costco for water, nuts, dried fruit, and gas, and we were finally able to head home.

Both of us snoozed by the fire for a bit and then I made a new recipe, Easy Creamy Cilantro Penne. It was so good! I have been finding more ideas for our meals in the Vegan section of the web-based recipe sites. I used organic whole-grain penne for this recipe.

Our tranquil evening continued, reading by the fire. We sat in our living room, fire burning, and read for three quiet hours. I would say silent but we had music playing. It was lovely. I've started tracking the books I'm reading in 2011, something I haven't done before. Tonight I finished rereading The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson. I want to encourage a few of my students to give it a try but it had been so long since I had been through it that I thought I'd better give it a read. Love it still. So here's what I've read so far this year:

1. Essays 1: First Series - Ralph Waldo Emerson (love Emerson!)
2. Stuck in the Middle (Sister to Sister) by Virginia Smith (Christian fiction: so-so)
3. Deeper Water by Robert Whitlow (Christian mystery: okay)
4. Hide in Plain Sight by Marta Perry (Christian mystery, based in Amish country: I really liked it)
5. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (for the 50th time, still love it!)
6. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (brilliant!)
7. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson (magic!)

I'm also in the middle of a YA civil war novel... cannot remember the title for the life of me, but it is going to be a good choice for the novel studies starting tomorrow. I started reading it at school last Wednesday and haven't been able to get back to it. I have several of Jane Austen's works that I want to read again as well as many other classics that I'm eager to re-visit. This is comfort food, just like penne pasta and a fire in the fireplace. A perfect day.

Confusion

I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that Jean-Claude Duvalier has returned to Haiti. His father was vicious; sometimes I think Jean-Claude was just young and stupid. I mean, he became president of Haiti at age 19. I think we all know he wasn't calling the shots - literally or figuratively. I still remember George S saying that the day would come when people would be begging for JCD to come back. While talking with one of my colleagues last week, I made the comment that I didn't think every country benefited from democracy. I think countries with decades of incredible, demoralizing disaster (like Haiti) would benefit from a benevolent dictatorship or monarchy... maybe a constitutional monarchy. I was as down on the entire Duvalier clan as anyone when I first arrived in Haiti in 1988 but now... after more than twenty years of corrupt, greedy, thieving presidents... I'm not as critical as I once was. The country was clean and people could eat when the Duvaliers were in charge. I know they did a lot of horrible stuff, but seriously, which one of the many presidents hasn't done the same? And now, even before the earthquake, the country is a mess and people are starving in unprecedented numbers. I don't know. I am confused about the entire scene. I know there will be many, many people who welcome him with open arms and about a 100 times more who want to lynch the guy. I hope he knows what he's doing, coming back at this time. Everything is such a mess, physically, politically, economically... I just hope his presence doesn't make everything worse. It just seems as though Haiti can't catch a break. One crisis after another. Oh well, more to pray about while hoping for the best.

Respect Fasting

I'm here to tell you that following the Daniel Fast is not for wimps! Oh my goodness. Day one I experienced one of the worst headaches of my life! I'm quite sure it was a lack of coffee that was killing me. I went through two days of pretty intense headaches. By day three, there was just a slight residue of pain and now, the headache is gone. However, I've had some muscle pain (probably a lack of protein) and some tummy issues but it's all okay. I did find something that makes my heart sing or my tummy warble.... avocados with pear vinaigrette. Oh yummy! From my first days living in the tropics, avocados became one of my favorite foods. They grow big ones down in the islands! I still remember walking through the markets in Fort-de-France, Martinique and seeing huge baskets full of gigantic avocados. No joke, half of one was a big meal! Here in the Northwest, we get the little California avocados. They taste pretty good, especially with my pear vinaigrette. Yum! And they are quite filling, essential when following a prescribed fasting regime. I eat no meat, no dairy, no coffee/tea/soda, no bread. This will probably not become a lifestyle but I have discovered a lot of new foods that we are enjoying so I don't know that we'll ever be big meat eaters again. Although, come to think of it, I can't remember the last time we had any meat other than chicken or hamburger. We used to eat steaks regularly but I haven't fixed one since last summer when we had company over for a BBQ. Anyway, it isn't easy to give up the sweets and the coffee. I really don't miss much else but I will be so thrilled to get my morning java back in my hands... in February!

1.12.10

I don't know how to write about what happened in Haiti a year ago. A ton of emotions rush through me just remembering. Horrific is the best word I can find to describe what we saw on television. Helpless is the one that describes how we felt watching it. My husband and I lived in Haiti for twelve years then moved to Miami. For six more years, we kept a house in Haiti and would go back for a month to six weeks about four or five times a year. We lived through all kinds of disasters, hurricanes and such, but never, ever, anything like what happened in Haiti last year. As we sat in our recliners, in our comfortable home, we felt like dirt. We knew the language and my husband knew every rock in that country, but we were of no help to anyone. Neither of us can do more than put a bandaid on a bo-bo. So we prayed and talked to people who wanted to help. Then facebook became more than a social network. It became a lifeline. We were able to contact people in Haiti via facebook and give them contact info for people who had serious resources that they were willing to give to Haiti. My seven years of teaching at my sons' school was a tremendous benefit as I connected with former students who were in the hospitals, at the airport, coming and going from the DR to Haiti. It was all we could do so we did it. We know it helped a lot with immediate needs. But now, a year later, it doesn't seem like it was much help at all. So much is undone, broken, destroyed. So many are homeless, broken, hurting. My heart hurts for those I know and love who live in Haiti, who cannot go somewhere else for a new beginning, who cannot leave to take a break from the stress of that life, who must keep putting one foot in front of the other and surviving. Haitians survive. Oh how I wish they could thrive instead.

Fasting

Our church is calling its members, those who wish to participate, to a 21-day fast. That's a long fast. It comes from the book of Daniel in the Old Testament. I have never done this before but my husband and I have committed to participate in this event. It begins tomorrow and ends the 31st. Before we made this commitment, I went to the store and bought big quantities of meat and chicken. I don't really enjoy grocery shopping so buying in quantities allows me to avoid this task. Now it will sit in my freezer for three weeks. Today I stocked up on vegetables and fruits, soups and whole grain foods. It's a lot cheaper than meat but of course, cheap is not the reason for the fast. We desire to see God accomplish something important during this year and in order for that to happen, we have to change. The focus cannot be on someone else finally getting it together and realizing that we were right all along... ha! If God is going to change someone, it will need to be me.

Search me, Know me
Try me and see
Every worthless affection
Hidden in me
All I'm asking for
Is that You'd cleanse me Lord

Create in me a heart that's clean
Conquer the power of secret shame
Come wash away the guilty stain of all my sin

Clothe me in robes of righteousness
Cover my nakedness with grace
All of my life before you now I humbly bring

That's what this fast is all about. It just happens that it will begin the week of Haiti's earthquake anniversary. A second area of focus for us will be a miracle for Haiti. It is long overdue... but of course, that's just my opinion, although many would probably agree with me.

A third point for me will be generational salvation. My father-in-law once told me that he was praying for my grandchildren, for their salvation. My sons (his grandsons) were little boys at the time. He told me it would be my job to pray for my grandchildren's children. I want to do that for I have five wonderful grandchildren who have the potential to change the world for Christ. I want to pray for the generations to come that they would know Jesus and would be known by Him.

So we will fast, we will pray, and God will be at work - in us and through us - this I pray.

Grocery Store Encounter

I'm one of those people you meet in the grocery store check-out who chats with strangers. I know, it's weird, but I meet so many interesting people that way! For example, I left school late last night, after 5 o'clock on any Friday night is late! I needed to stop by the store because I had no coffee creamer and no fruit left in the house, two essentials for my life. I was setting my purchases on the belt and dropped the avocado. I picked it up off the floor and set it back on the belt, announcing there was no sense getting a different one because that one was going to be guacamole that night. The lady beside me started talking about avocados, then we talked about oranges and I realized she was not the 'normal' African American that I meet from time to time. I told her that she knew far more about oranges than most Americans and asked her what country she called home. She said Ivory Coast and I replied, "Oh, Côte d'Ivoire, I have friends who live there." We were instant friends. We talked about tropical fruits and vegetables, I mentioned Haiti where we lived for 12 years + 6 years (off and on), and then politics came up. Third World Politics. As we walked out of the store, chatting away in French, we spoke of the underlying reason politicians can't seem to walk away when they lose. Simultaneously we each said, "Money." They want access to the international money. Sigh... I'm such an idealist. I want to elect people (everywhere) who truly desire to help the needy in their countries. But life has changed from those first days of the people's choice and now one must be a multi-millionaire or have access to someone else's millions in order to mount a political campaign. I seriously wish leadership was more about service and less about money and fame. It's not going to happen so I will just be glad about my wealth of relationships, including those born in a grocery store.

Poetry Friday: My Favorite Winter Poem

I've gotten out of the habit of Poetry Friday, even in my classroom. Before Christmas break, I read aloud A Christmas Carol to my 8th graders and we watched the George C. Scott (Scrooge) version of the movie. I worked my 7th graders half to death then did my Children's Holiday Book contest the last three days of class. I have a huge pile of Christmas and Hanukkah books that the students read and rate. It's a lot of fun and since many of the books are poetic in nature, I don't do my Poetry Friday that week. So after a long break, today I shared Robert Frost's "Stopping By The Woods On a Snowy Evening" with my 7th graders. I love that poem! It is my favorite Winter poem. I also handed out "Woods in Winter" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to my 8th graders. Love that one too. But here's the favorite:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (1923)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Sleepiness

After days of bitter cold, the rains have returned to Washington state. Something must happen with the barometric pressure that makes me want to sleep because I can barely keep my eyes open. Just talked to another teacher, same thing - called my hubby, same thing. So, an hour and a half of school, a hour of staff meeting, and then Home Again - and a nap! Bliss!

First 2011 School Day

And yes, I am tired! It doesn't help that I'm still a bit jet-lagged from our Israel trip, nor that I have a deep, hacking cough that woke me up at 3:30 this morning and didn't let me go back to sleep at all. Also, this year for the first time, my 7th graders did not meet their reading goals. This group baffles me. Teaching in a private school usually leads to a greater percentage of high-performing students. Roughly one-third of my 7th graders received zeros today. That is so discouraging! Not one of my 8th graders did that, not this year and not last year when they were 7th graders, but this group is quite an unusual bunch. I chewed them out pretty thoroughly but it felt like I was getting the old water off a duck's back attitude. It is their loss. Several have very low grades and the semester ends in less than three weeks. Guess we'll see what happens next. Normally third quarter is the lowest grading period of the year; I am hoping it won't get any lower this year! Well, the sun is shining and it's supposed to rain tomorrow so I think I'll head outside, even though it's cold, and see if I can get some vitamin D!

Home Again in 2011

After a whirlwind ten days in Israel, we are home again in Washington state. It's 38* outside and sunny. I really need to go to the grocery store but I'm having a hard time getting out of the house! The weather in Israel was spectacular, high 60s to low 70s every day which makes it difficult to adjust to the cold around here. Best of all, we were able to spend these ten days with two fabulous little kids, Gracie and Eliott. Oh how I miss them already! In addition to playing with our adorable little redheads, we walked many miles in Israel, including several uneven cobbled alleyways behind the walls of Bethlehem, a rocky shore on the Sea of Galilee between Tiberius and Capernaum, and a sandy beach of the Mediterranean near Caesarea. Amazing, it was totally amazing!

Merry Christmas Eve

From Israel! We are thoroughly enjoying our time in Jerusalem with our children, Brian and Erin, and our grandchildren, Grace and Eliott. We are staying with Erin's parents, who still live and work in this part of the world. They've been here over 30 years. That's pretty amazing! Erin's entire family is here, her two sisters, one who lives here in Jerusalem and the other who now calls Indiana home for herself and her family of four. Erin's younger brother is also here from Chicago with his fiancée. It is packed and such fun! Watching Gracie play with her cousins, Zoe (3) and Scarlett (20 months) is so much fun. She just cannot get enough of them! We are playing a lot as well, on the floor with playmobiles and dollies.

Today we went to Bethlehem, now part of the Palestinian area, visited the Church of the Nativity, Manger Square, and went to the Franciscan run Shepherd's Field. The most interesting thing to me were all the different nationalities converging on this place, on this day, to honor the birth of the Christ Child. There are many Arab Christians living in this community. Too often we forget them, focusing only on other faith groups. Today is a great day of celebration for the Arab Christians: Catholics, Orthodox, Protestants, all come together as one to worship and celebrate Christ-mas. May we remember that it is about Christ, his coming, his sacrifice and celebrate with open hearts the greatest gift the world has ever received. Merry Christmas!

Christmas International Travel

Yes, we are beyond nuts. We are hoping to fly from Seattle to Chicago to Brussels to Tel Aviv. Tomorrow. Anyone see the European weather reports lately? Yeah, so hold a good thought for us. Also, our son, daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren were supposed to leave Paris this afternoon for Tel Aviv. That didn't happen. Brian stood in a line of over a thousand people, trying to get to the customer service agents when his brother-in-law called with the good news that they had new flights. (Reuben took care of it via the airline reps in the states.) Our kids are currently sleeping it out in a hotel near the airport and re-booked to arrive in Tel Aviv shortly after we arrive... if they leave... if we arrive... sigh... Merry Christmas everyone!

School's Done in 2010

What a day! I am tired, no question about it. But it was a good day for us. The students were well-behaved, loud - but good kids. Several thanked me for the fun Christmas party but honestly, they made their own fun. After the party, the students helped me stack desks so that the floors can be steam-cleaned over the weekend. It's always nice to teach junior high when that kind of work is involved. I have some big boys who are quite strong! Then I headed out to dinner with my mother, did some last minute shopping and wrapping, and now I'm by the fire, in my leather recliner--so relaxed!

Not so with my husband. I think the early part of his day went well. At noon he took the students-of-the-month to Izzys for lunch and I know that was great! He always enjoys that monthly responsibility. Then everyone gathered for a Pep Rally. It was really going well, fun games, hilarious activities, cheering for the basketball team... all good... until one of the cheerleaders came down wrong after a routine and literally broke her leg in front of the entire school! NOT good! It was a severe break so an ambulance was called and as I type, she's in surgery. My husband is the game administrator tonight so he's still with basketball players, coaches, high school kids, and their parents. He won't be home for at least an hour, probably two. Poor guy, he's going to be wiped out. And tomorrow? Christmas with our kids and grandkids. That will be fun!

Junior High Christmas Party

So I am in my classroom, in the middle of chaos, junior high chaos! We are using three classrooms and the front walkway for our down time. One room (not mine) is the quiet room; "The Princess Bride" is entertaining those girls... of course. Another room (not mine) is the game room; organized sets of table games are being enjoyed by several. The last room (sigh... mine) is the hang-out room where students laugh and talk and act crazy. Of course it's my room!

Getting Smarter

The longer I teach, the smarter I become at managing the days before holidays. My 8th graders and I spend five days reading A Christmas Carol by Dickens and then the last three days of class we watch the movie, the George C. Scott version. It is a wonderful two weeks! The 7th grade classes are something else again. I work them harder than ever the last two weeks because calm is not part of their vocabulary nor personalities at this time of year. The last three days before Christmas break, I bring out a huge collection of children's Christmas and Hanukkah books. I do need some Kwanzaa books as well. The students have quizzes during these three days but they also have the opportunity to read these books and fill out a very short evaluation form, rating each book on its story-line, characters, and illustrations. We will tally them all on Friday, choosing the top ten books for Christmas 2010. It works quite well, gives them something fun to do that is also quiet. Sigh... lovely for me but they do take out their energy in other classes. So another year comes to a close. What an incredible year this has been - both in good ways (baby Eliott) and bad ones (Haiti-EQ, cholera, elections). I am praying that there will be far more good things in 2011. Joy to the World!

Anticipation!

A week from today I will hold my youngest grandchild for the first time. I am so excited to meet young Eliott Ray! I will also be able to play with his big sister, Gracie, for the first time in a very long time. Oh, how my heart has missed her! But traveling over the holidays means that everything else must get done sooner. I need to have all my Christmas preparations for the three other dearly-loved grandchildren ready to go by this Saturday morning. I need to get suitcases packed, bills paid in advance, even lesson plans completed before I leave town. One thing I learned early on as a teacher is that the unexpected will happen. There is nothing quite like international travel to render all pre-planning irrelevant! We know that our trip home could be delayed; we have some very tight connections. And although we have planned for every possibility, there will be some sort of complication or interruption - count on it. So I have finished my lesson plans and the shopping for the grandchildren. I do need to shop for our children and for T's staff. Bills are also needing some attention... sigh... don't they always need attention? Regardless, I am joyously anticipating the holidays!

Like Mother, Like... I suppose so

I love my mother; I really do. But she is one independent person - even when she shouldn't be! Yesterday, after wrapping a table full of gifts for Christmas, I sat down to relax a bit and called my mom for a chat. I wasn't on the phone very long when I realized that she sounded extremely tired. She's 82 and sometimes doesn't sleep well so I asked her all the questions about her sleeping habits, kept getting the I'm fine responses and finally just asked her why she sounded so tired. It seems that she decided to have the inside of her house painted last week so she moved all her living room and dining room furniture, took down the drapes, rods, pictures on the wall, etc. The painter came, did his job (took three days because there were several cracks to repair) and then left mother with her freshly painted house. She started getting everything put back. When I called she had replaced all the furniture, drapery rods, and just hung the drapes. She informed me that she thought she was tired from standing on the ladder, hanging the drapes. I told her I'd be right there. I talked with her again as I was on my way and found out that she hadn't eaten much the past three days so I went by a fast food place and got her a chicken pita sandwich. I was more than just a bit upset. She promised her doctor over five years ago that she would stay off ladders. I reminded her of that but she just brushed my words aside. I stayed the afternoon, hung her pictures, helped her decide on lamps and table placements and did the rearranging. Once I got back home, I was still steaming a bit about it to my husband... and he started laughing! I was not pleased and asked him what he found so funny about my 82-year-old mother's independent streak! He told me flat out that I was just like her and that I'd be doing the same thing when I was her age so just get over myself! I represent - I mean - resent that!

Do Unto Others

My husband and I adopted a little family from a City Gates Ministry list. Shopping for these people was such fun! We decided to go to a local, large super store (no, not WalMart!) so that we could get clothes and toys and housewares all in one place and only have one gift receipt to include with the presents. I have a lot of wrapping to do today! I have to find out how to go about the next step of delivering the gifts. I don't want anyone to feel embarrassed or awkward by receiving presents from complete strangers. Regardless, the ones who are blessed by this... yep - it's us! My eyes filled with tears more than once as I looked for just the right thing for a little 3-year-old girl. Images of my own granddaughters kept coming to my mind. I am so grateful for my family, for the opportunity we have to do some small thing for someone else this Christmas. I think next year I will choose a bigger family and get the grandkids involved in this. How fun would that be!

Change can make a difference.

We made a homeroom switch today. There is a new boy (new this school year) in another homeroom who has had quite a negative effect on several students, especially one very promising young man. Last year the Young Man had a rough time, got into quite a bit of trouble, had a bad attitude. Over the summer, the Lord really helped YM find other ways to live his life and he came to school a changed child. That was before the New Boy became a part of his life. The NB is powerful, negative, uncaring, and for whatever reason, attractive to far too many students. His effect on YM has really been evident during the past three weeks, so we made a decision. We have moved YM from the other homeroom into my homeroom, and we called it like it was: YM was making poor decisions because he allowed himself to be negatively affected by others. What a difference today! Knowing he was getting a new start, a chance to once again be the person he became this summer, YM has already shown a completely different attitude. He seems... relieved... and he is grateful, very grateful. I'm so glad. YM has such a good heart as well as everything else he needs to become a wonderful leader; he just needs a bit of maturity. Surprisingly, NB also acted quite differently today. I think he was shocked to see that we would actually remove his friend (for the good of his friend) and NB is rethinking his own actions. He was respectful and relatively prepared for class today. I hope this helps both of them but I am totally committed to YM; I know it will help him.

Earthquakes, Cholera, Protests

They say things happen in threes. I hope so. I hope it is finished for a while. Haiti has experienced a horrible 2010! Beginning with the earthquake that killed thousands and left millions injured and homeless, then to cholera that has sickened and killed more people than anyone actually knows, and ending with rigged elections that resulted in her well-known manifestations, Haiti is a mess. Any country would be but in Haiti, life is already so incredibly challenging that three horribly tragic situations result in complete and total chaos. On a good day in Haiti, life seems chaotic but add the teeming black smoke of burning tires and random gunfire from people who have no means of expression other than causing havoc, and life goes from chaos to anarchy. It's all so sad. The potential in Haiti for beauty, goodness, and productivity is unmatched. I have never seen any group of people work harder than these people do. They toil and labor from sun up to sun down without ever getting ahead. It is time, it is way passed time, that Haiti gets a break and experiences re-construction, health, and prosperity. Any one of the three would be welcome. Please Lord, heal Haiti - from the inside out!

Dignity and Death

Elizabeth Edwards died today. Mother, mentor, health-care activist, the should-have-been candidate rather than her preening husband. (Every time I saw John on TV, I wanted someone to mess up his hair!) She really struggled with her faith and I am hopeful that faith won at the end. Losing her beloved 16-year-old son gave her every reason to question God. I certainly don't blame her for that but I do hope that she was finally able to get passed the pain and back to her foundational beliefs, especially as she has now joined that child in eternity. I do my best to refrain from criticizing people who have suffered that kind of loss. Who am I to say they shouldn't challenge God? I don't know about you but I figure God is big enough to deal with that kind of anger and pain. Admittedly the grace required to endure such loss is one that (thankfully) I have not had to experience. It's true that my father died eight years ago but that is not like losing a teenage child. I admired Elizabeth Edwards. I agreed with her stance on national health care. We should at least have something that can provide for those who cannot afford their medical bills. I have seen first hand what happens to people who are not covered and the result is usually bankruptcy and often homelessness. It makes me so angry. That - should - never - happen! Not in this country! But it does and we should be ashamed of it. But no, we're going to give millionaires their tax breaks because they want to be billionaires. Ridiculous! But, I digress... rest in peace EE and may God give your children a special sense of His presence as they suffer this loss of their mother at this young age.

Thinking 8th Graders

I love it when my students actually think, mull things over, question, and come up with ideas. Today I explained their essay test over the book they've been reading in literature circles. Normally I create a real test based on their vocabulary words, questions, and observations during their group meetings. This time our group time was so disjointed. We had a day off for power outage and then two and a half days off for snow plus Thanksgiving Break the next week. Their discussions never got to the flow mode that I've come to expect in these meetings. So I changed it up. Tomorrow each student will write a 100-150 word book review in class. I told them to focus on three things: the author's purpose in writing the book, the content (did they think it satisfied that purpose), and evidence - particular passages that demonstrate the author's support of his or her purpose. We had such a great discussion over these three points. Students were talking about the survival of the fittest in White Fang and how nature demonstrates this element of Darwin's thinking. Conversation about utopian societies surrounded The Giver and how that idea came out of French philosophy. There was so much more but it just thrilled me that they got it! On the other hand, Mondays and 7th graders are definitely polar opposite nouns! These students simply cannot be contained today - and that's not a good thing!

Friday Night Surprise

Last Friday night was the women's ministries dinner and I was asked to speak. It went very well; the sanctuary was transformed into a beautiful winter scene. There were 41 round tables of eight ladies, each table hosted by a lady who decorated the table with her dinner-ware and favorite Christmas centerpiece. It was truly lovely. When I arrived and headed to my place, I got a big surprise. Among the ladies present was my granddaughter, Kayla, and her little friend, Zoe. They were with their mommies at a table quite near mine, but my back was to them so I didn't really get to watch them. Every 10-15 minutes I would feel little arms coming around my neck and get another hug from the girls. They were so sweet. I didn't think my daughter-in-law was going to be there, let alone my granddaughter. Otherwise I would never have used illustrations about them! ha! The speaking part went fine; it's something I've been doing for many years so I'm not afraid but I do want what I say to be relevant to those who listen. When I wrote my speech, I didn't have anything in it that was funny but as I spoke, little things came to me rather spontaneously and that provided the levity that these events need. It really was a lovely evening; the ministries team did a great job and I was thankful that the Lord was able to encourage the ladies to make a difference in the lives of others.

The Countdown Is On

We will go to Israel for Christmas this year. Our second son married a lovely young woman, Erin, who was born in Jordan and raised in Jerusalem. With her entire family converging for Christmas, it became obvious that we wouldn't be going to France this year! And that is more than okay; my husband has had a deep desire to go to Israel for many years. My deep desire is to see my two little grandchildren; I don't care where they are - I'll go there! So the countdown has begun. If I count today and the day I finally see them, I have 18 days to go! Yes, I can wait that long, just that long--- I'm so excited!

Friday Night

Tonight is the dinner that I wrote about here. I've been working on what I'm going to say ever since the ladies first spoke to me about the evening. Editing, rewriting, reprinting, all those things I've been teaching my students in Writer's Workshop are coming into play. The good news is that I like those things; I enjoy playing with words on paper. The bad news is that I never know when to quit! I cut, reprint, rework, reprint, find something else to add, reprint. I've been through a lot of paper! Right now the sun is shining. I need to get through my planning period, dismiss my class, go to the bank, change clothes, and by tonight - this will be finished! I'm glad; I can finally stop reprinting!

Magazine Readers

This year, more than any other year, I have a lot of magazine readers in my 7th grade classes. I always buy a few magazines to put on my library shelves so that the boys (generally) have something to read at the beginning of the year. Usually by now, everyone is engrossed in a book or two or three. However, this year, at this very moment, I have five of seventeen students reading magazines rather than books. I am quite disappointed but it does explain why this group has so much trouble with writing, parts of speech, and all the other details that prolonged reading of good literature enriches.

Not a good way to end the day

It was a long day. Staff meeting went late for me and even later for the one at T's school so we decided to eat dinner at the restaurant across from the school. We invited T's admin assistant and had an enjoyable dinner. Then she went to youth group and I went to choir and T paid the bill. Next he headed out to the pick-up where he discovered someone had broken into the truck and stolen his briefcase with his laptop inside. He had our entire lives stored on that thing. Everything he does, schoolwork, web-page management, 30 years of information about everything everywhere is on that thing. He is not happy. We spent the next four hours canceling every credit card, changing every password, and filing reports with police and insurance. The police said that there's a ring of thieves operating in the area who are breaking into vehicles, homes, businesses and grabbing purses, cash, briefcases, electronics with the intent to sell it all - fast. Fortunately T had every model and serial number for everything stolen and it will go on some hot-list that is circulated to pawn shops and other second hand type places. Guess who's getting a new Mac? And it can't happen soon enough!

Yay for December!

There are several things that are good about December. First and foremost, we are going to Israel for Christmas and will finally get to hold our newest grandson!

We'll get to play with Gracie and her cousins and just enjoy these little ones. It makes me smile just to think about it! I also have 13 more school days... yes, I am counting - thank you very much! I have to say, today was much better than yesterday! That first day back was brutal! Also NaBloPoMo ends today; now I don't have to think about posting every day. I only kind of missed one day - I was six minutes late! To me, that still counts; I hadn't slept yet! I must shop and mail two packages asap! So much to do, so little time! Plus... it's time to sleep!

Not On My List!

One of my favorite students of all time is moving to Pennsylvania. I told her that this did not make me happy for she is not on my list! Yes, I know, how unprofessional of me. I don't really have a list of students that I want to get rid of but I do wish that this one wasn't leaving. She came to our school toward the end of sixth grade and within a couple weeks, participated in the all-school Spelling Bee. After winning the sixth grade division, she won the seventh grade division. She placed second overall, losing to an incredible reader. Being a military kid, she's used to moving around but this time is special because she's going to the area where her grandma lives! That actually makes me very happy for her for I think she needs the special attention that her grandma will give her since her mother gave birth to twins on the first day of school this year! She adores her baby sisters but I know that going from thirteen years as an only child to having twins in the family is not easy for her. I am praying that grandma will be someone who gives her undivided love and attention. Regardless of where she goes, this girl will succeed. She is just this side of brilliant. But oh, I will really miss her!

Monday

The only thing worse than Monday in junior high is Monday after two days off for snow and two days off for a holiday plus two days off for the weekend. Then add massive computer issues and you have one frustrating Monday! Nearly a fourth of my classes had no work and no supplies, ie books, binder, Monday folder. I'm so glad Monday is over!

New ideas for essays

I'm in the middle of literature circles with 8th graders. They are reading White Fang, The Giver, The King's Fifth, Roll of Thunder- Hear My Cry, The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, or The Eagle of the Ninth. I have come up with a new idea for an essay topic. Actually, I've developed a list of 30 essay topics based on ideas I've gleaned from websites, and I'm going to give each group a choice of several different topics. They can choose, but they must all write on the same one. I think this will enrich their discussion during their groups. I'm planning on making the due date several days after the completion of the literature study because I want them to completely finish the book, to have the whole picture as they write their essay. We'll see how this works, if it works.

Six Point Snowflakes

Technically it's Sunday but in my brain, since it's just after midnight, it's still Saturday night. I've been cleaning most of the day because I have company coming over for Sunday dinner after church. But this afternoon, I took three hours off to babysit my grandchildren... and the granddog! Kayla was trying to make snowflakes but she wasn't happy with the results so I taught her something new, something I learned to do in 1981.

We were in Albertville, France to learn the language. Honestly we were doing quite well, enjoying the mountain village life, frequent trips to Geneva Switzerland, establishing new friendships. One of the things that the French ladies at the language center did every Christmas was to decorate with six-point snowflakes. They were very particular about making these just right. It involves starting with the square the folding the paper in half, corner to corner into a triangle. Next fold the triangle into thirds and again in half so that there is one straight edge across the top of the folds on one side of the folded paper. Cut along that line and then just start cutting. The more paper that is removed, the prettier the snowflake. It's important to cut shapes into all three sides, without, of course, cutting through the whole thing. Unfold and flatten the snowflake and you will see the prettiest, most delicate snowflake ever! Kayla was absolutely enchanted with these. She made eight of them and Colton made two! Not bad for a six-year-old. It is not an easy process so I was very proud of my little ones.

Poetry Friday: True Beauty

I have been searching for a poem that might express my sense of appreciation for my mother. She is, in many ways, my hero. Raised in a quiet, modest family, she married into one that was loud and demanding and not always very kind. She was betrayed yet through all of it, managed to remain a friend to my father. I couldn't find a poem that expressed my gratitude so in a very inept way, I jotted down these thoughts:

Beauty is my mother.

Every line can tell the tale

Of days and nights, of toil and care,

Of giving life, more pain to bear,

Of peace, yea love that will not fail,

Beauty is my mother.

Beauty is my mother.

Who danced until the break of dawn,

Who smiled and laughed so quietly,

Who loved with whole heart joyously,

Who found betrayal, that mourning song,

Beauty is my mother.

Beauty is my mother.

So valiant, brave, steadfast is she-

My friend and confidante, true and deep,

Ready to go, to stay, to keep

Her word and promise, for them, for me

Thankful is her daughter.

kak

Progressive Thanksgiving

What a day! If Thanksgiving is all about family and food and fun, we certainly met our quota and then some!

We started our morning at the annual Turkey Bowl. Three years ago our son decided to have a morning football game with his then three-year-old son and friends plus their dads. This evolved into a kids' football game with the dads while moms pulled together a huge brunch. It is a blast! As much fun as we had three years ago watching the little toddlers play football, it was even more fun to watch school-age children, committed to the game, tearing up the field that our son had cut out of the snow. They played for a full hour from 9 til 10 o'clock and then went sledding down the back hill for thirty minutes. A full breakfast followed with biscuits and sausage gravy, french toast casserole, cheddar cheese eggs, bacon, sausage, cinnamon buns, coffee cakes, fruit salad, and spiced cider. Then the kids were ready for more sledding outside. We stayed until everyone had gone and helped clean up, leaving about 1:30.

Round two was at my brother's house. Turkey and ham, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, green beans, white beans, carrots, green salad, fruit salad, cranberry/raspberry relish, garlic bread, and pies! Oh my word! It was decadent!

To end the evening we went to my husband's brother's for dessert. Pies, cookies, cakes, by the time we left we felt like we needed to be rolled out the door!

But the point of it all was family and friends. The food was wonderful but not the focus of our day. We are blessed because we are loved and we have others to love. That is thanksgiving.

Thankfulness #5

Today I am thankful for spontaneity. This is such a fun time of year. Baking is not my strong suit. I tend to cook rather than bake. But 'tis the season so I baked pumpkin brownies with cream cheese frosting a couple days ago. This morning I made up the dough for molasses crinkles, quite like ginger snaps only chewy, and I prepared a batch of my dad's clam dip, a family tradition. As I was working away, the phone rang. Scott and the family were on their way to the store and wanted to stop by to pick up something to do with tomorrow's Turkey Bowl. So I invited them to lunch, DiGiorno's pizza, and they happily accepted. I was glad I had a carton of peppermint ice cream too. It was such fun, only a couple hours but I love that I am a part of their lives.

Tomorrow is the big day. We are doing a "Progressive Thanksgiving" celebration. We'll begin at 9 in the morning at Scott's for the Turkey Bowl. This is the BIGGEST FOOTBALL GAME EVER, played by some of the cutest kids you've ever seen. Scott started this tradition three years ago when Colton was just three years old. That first year the game lasted about 10 minutes. It gets longer and more elaborate each year. Afterwards, Scott creates a DVD of the game with highlights and background music and player interviews. It is absolutely hilarious! The DVD is played over and over by these kids, which totally builds the excitement for the next year to come around so they can do it again! We'll have brunch with them: biscuits and sausage gravy, bacon, eggs, all kinds of special breads and coffee cakes. I'm bringing Trader Joe's Spiced Apple Cider and a big fruit salad. We'll leave there around 1 o'clock then head to my brother, Jeff's, for the next round, the meal: Turkey and stuffing, ham, new potatoes, fresh vegetables, more of my fruit salad. They'll have pies but we're skipping dessert... with them. We'll leave and head to Terry's brother, Verle's, for dessert. We are going to be the ones who are stuffed! Of course a lot of the fun is the anticipation. And I do anticipate good fun, loving family, wonderful memories.

Thankfulness #4

I intended to go a different direction today but something was posted on Facebook that has given me such encouragement that I have to say, I am so thankful for my students! One of my former students, now a sophomore in my husband's high school, posted that she had truly enjoyed the literature circles that I developed for her 8th grade class, and that she had learned so much through the process. I was so blessed by that comment.

I saw that learning taking place in my classroom but I was never certain that the students actually realized how much they were learning. I have taught many novels over the years but this book club atmosphere just seemed so relevant to me. There are several things that I think are important about it. First is choice. I lay out ten to twelve different novels and let students choose what they want to read. Sometimes the novels have a unifying theme, for example my American Revolution, Civil War, and Holocaust novels. Other times it's about the length of the books because I do want the students to begin and end at about the same time. Other times it's just random books that appeal to me at the time. But choice is very significant. I have found that students are willing to try harder to do well if they have the responsibility of choosing what they read. Next is the atmosphere of collaboration. No one person is responsible for creating the lesson; each student contributes to the day's work. The discussion that ensues is amazing. When I hear my 8th graders talking about dynamic or static characters, the repetition of theme, the importance of the setting to the development of a novel, I get a bit light-headed. It is proof that they are really learning, becoming critical thinkers/readers. Plus, let's face it, junior high students are social beings who need to talk. Directing their discussion into literature doesn't seem to matter to them as long as they are allowed to talk! Also I find the organization of the system really helps students to become more organized themselves. I prepare individual task calendars for each student. That is the most difficult job of this entire experience. Once it is done, it's smooth sailing for me as a teacher. Students love ticking off their jobs on the calendar and tend to pay more attention to their own planners once we start this.

Another little trick I have is quantity of reading. The first novels studied are the shortest and are over the longest time period. Each novel study is a day or two shorter than the prior one. I begin to push students to read more, faster, and thus become habitual readers. They create their own tests through their word choice for the smithing process and the thinking questions that lead to my own essay questions later. And it is never difficult to find an essay proposal when it involves literature. Apart from the obvious character analysis, there is the element of theme or mood or conflict that is easily explored in a 250-450 word essay. And yes, they often write longer essays but are learning to become more concise in their writing, to choose interesting words that reflect big ideas rather than ten words to say the same thing.

So today I am thankful for my students. It probably helps that today is a snow day and that I'm home, still in my bathrobe, drinking coffee in front of the fire. Right. I am quite sure this helps!

Thankfulness #3

I'm glad I'm focusing on thankfulness this week otherwise this ridiculous day would get far more attention than it deserved. As it was, this was the least productive day I've had at school in years! And it's all because of S-N-O-W! Nearly all night long, students emailed and FB questions about school. I told them we were having school but they didn't want to have school, so today they acted like crazy people instead. Actually my husband's stories of this day are far worse than mine so I will refrain from any more discussion of my day. At least I'm alive!

I never totally understood the concept of Christian Family until my first grandchild was born. This idea of the cycle of life became so clear to me at that moment. Kayla, my beautiful granddaughter, came into this world over ten years ago and has been a delight from the moment she was born. But more than that, she gave me the sense of generational faith that I had not understood before her birth. It was reinforced last month when my fifth grandchild, Eliott, was born. Another boy! We now have three granddaughters and two grandsons... plus a male grandpuppy. Don't think for a moment he doesn't count. Colton needs him to level the playing field at his house.

My father-in-law once told me that he was praying through my grandchildren and it would be my duty to pray through my grandchildren's children. I know it's not that easy. I know that the element of personal choice is huge in this relationship but his words have often caused me to think and yes, to pray, that my grandchildren's children might early know and love God.

I am so thankful for these five children (and any more that my second son and his wife would like to bestow upon me). Whenever I am able to see them, to be with them, I have such an overwhelming sense of joy and delight. Talking to other grandmothers, I realize that I am truly blessed because not all grandmas feel as I do. Their situations are completely different. Too many of them are the primary caregivers for their grandchildren. Parents have abdicated their responsibilities through substance abuse or incarceration. It's a sad thing to have to raise grandchildren because of parental irresponsibility. If anything ever happened to my children, I would gladly step up to the plate and do everything in my power to help my grandchildren feel loved and supported but I am glad to say that this level of responsibility has not been necessary. My sons and daughters are wonderful parents and I rest in this sentiment of deep personal satisfaction for all I have received... from them and from the Lord.

It's true; God Himself considers grandchildren to be a blessing (read Proverbs) and I heartily concur!

Thankfulness #2

It is snowing outside, which is not what I'm thankful for but wow, it is so beautiful! There's nothing quite as pretty as the first snowfall of the season. As long as it's done before December 21st so my plane can fly, I'm just dandy about snow!

I am so thankful for my sons and daughters. I have four children - with two of them I endured nine months of being really large and awkward. Both of them arrived via c-section, with the second birth being significantly easier than the first. My two red-headed boys are such a joy. They love us dearly and they are the best of friends. It's more than we could have hoped for, given all the sibling rivalry that occurred when they were quite young. Thankfully they got over that a long time ago. Both of our sons have grown into wonderful men. They both are committed to loving God and serving their community of believers and unbelievers. I really like that. Both are strong men, leaders, yet amazingly gentle with their little ones. Both did something really, really intelligent. They married extremely well. Scott married Kassie over 14 years ago. Amazing! That's so much longer than it feels like to me. I love my Kassie, a first born girl with great strength and a loving heart. She continues to impress me with her innate ability to handle three children and that big fourth one - my son. She is an organizer of the first order, great at graphic design, and the perfect mother for my three oldest grandchildren. What a blessing she is - daily in our lives! Then over eight years ago, Brian demonstrated his good taste by marrying our Erin. Dear, gentle, quietly resilient Erin. Oh how I love her. Her talent as an artist is demonstrated by her work displayed throughout our house. Her love for international life makes her the perfect match for our son. Her incredibly gentle and astute abilities as a loving mother to our two youngest grandchildren bless me beyond measure. I am so grateful for her. She rescued us all many years ago, took us on to love and cherish (well, that was actually for our son) and has changed our lives forever. Both of my girls love the Lord with their whole beings and are committed to serving Him. They astound me with their depth of faith and character.

I have done nothing to merit such blessing. People I know who were, without doubt, better mothers than I, deal with broken family relationships today. These children are simply a gift. They are perfectly wonderful and wonderfully imperfect. I would not enjoy having perfect children. How boring! All of my children have enriched my life by simply being. Oh God, I am so very thankful!

Thankfulness #1

I have decided I need a week of thankfulness. I've been overwhelmed by some of the things I read on the web, from the amazing generosity of people to the idiocy of some classroom situations. I realize that I lead a very blessed life and want to reflect on that this week. Beginning with the man on the roof of my house.

I met my husband when we were in high school. We have defied the statistics; not only did we get married but we've stayed married - for 37+ years so far. T's greatest love (besides the Lord and me) was playing his trumpet. He was so good, so very good; it was an amazing gift. But years of living overseas away from all his musical opportunities took its toll on his lip - an important commodity for a trumpet player - and his trumpet began to gather dust. Then cancer visited, thankfully just as a visitor not a resident. Whatever hope he had of getting his lip back seemed to be out the door. Then at some point in time this year, I began to hear the muted sounds of that horn again. This morning, the mute was removed and the trumpet was blown full blast. And it sounds wonderful. I am so happy to hear him playing again for he loves it so!

Oh yes, about the roof... my one-eyed man is up there spraying a bleach/water combination trying to kill the moss. I have given up asking him to be careful. He's living his life, doing what he would have done with or without cancer. I love this man. He is one of God's greatest gifts to me. Yes, I have good reason to be thankful today.

Motivation

I am trying to convince myself to clean my house. I seem to need more motivation to do this than I presently possess. I love Saturdays more than any day of the week and to spend the day cleaning feels wrong somehow. Maybe I'll give it an hour and then forget it. Laundry doesn't count. I'm talking the vacuuming and scrubbing stuff. Yep, I'll give it an hour and a half. At lunch time I will quit and live with the rest of the dirt! Such powerful reasoning I have to arrive so quickly at such an acceptable compromise.

Poem 4 Friday

I have no idea who wrote this but it is Friday and I am SO glad!

Friday

Friday is most certainly the greatest of days.
The reasons it’s great are too many to say.
But with that said, I’ll try to explain
Why Friday is better than a day without rain.

You see on Friday, you can work with a smile.
You need only work, for a little while.
For the weekend is near and then you can play.
Much fun to be brought by the most generous of days.

And generous it is, as morning treats can attest.
The cream filled donuts are definitely the best.
But don’t dare forget, the bagels are good too.
If there’s none in your office, that’s too bad for you.

Friday isn’t all treats and happy things.
There is but one obstacle the day does bring.
And that, my friend, is the slowing of time.
But if you can bear it, you’ll do just fine.

So join with me and laugh and cheer.
The work week’s end is drawing near.
Join with me and praise this day.
I’ve said what I’ve said, and I’ve nothing more to say.

Half days and plays

We are in half-day week because of conferences. As fatiguing as that is, the conferences I mean, there's something great about finding out a ton of info about my students that helps me understand how they tick. Even better, today our students were the audience for the high school fall play, "The Scarlet Pimpernel" which was simply fabulous. Even better, the director is one of the seniors! The drama coach stepped "off the stage" last year to have a beautiful baby girl. And they were present today for this dress rehearsal. I know it meant so much to her former students. It was a good day!

Conferences and rain

Rainy, gloomy weather makes for somewhat disgruntled adults. At least when they come into my room for a conference, that's what I'm seeing! Usually I am able to help them leave hopeful and smiling but not always. Many of my students are suffering, and I didn't even know it. The things we do to our kids. God help us! And He is helping us, to challenge, to instruct, to correct, to encourage our students. Ah, may the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my God and my Redeemer.

The Unexpected

We have a day off school today. Last night a big wind storm blew through Western Washington and many lost power. Ours flickered on and off a few times but kept chugging. The area around our school, however, is totally out. One of our colleagues went in early this morning and said it was dark and cold!

I remember living days, weeks without power in Haiti. At one point in time, we went 120 days with less than 100 hours of electricity. That was a strain but we were fine. The difference? Weather. It's one thing to lose power when your average temperature is 82* and quite another when it is 8 o'clock in the morning and hasn't hit 50* yet! Think I'll just enjoy the day!

Mondays!

AUGH! I could probably just post that word and it would be sufficient. Mondays in junior high are terrible, for the most part. Every now and then, we are surprised by a Monday with students who remember their homework, manage their books and supplies, get to the right classes without bumrushing someone in the hallway, and speak respectfully to their teachers. But that happens about as often as that blue moon thing.

This is conference week; we'll start on Wednesday. Suddenly the grades on-line are important. Suddenly we are wondering what can be done to raise this and that. I'm at a loss. There is no easy answer to this situation. If I post grades every night (which I do) and post homework on Edmodo every day (which I almost always do) then I should be able to expect that others will look at what I have done and that consequences will follow. But... I... guess... not! So I'm going home.