I Love My Beautiful, Ordinary Life

When I first heard this song I didn’t know who it was so I asked my children. Imagine how shocked I was when they told me it was Wayne Brady. Oh my goodness, I simply could not believe it. He has definitely scored a hit with this. I knew that he could sing but not like this. I love this song. I love the lyrics and its message. I simply cannot listen to it enough. It is my favorite song right now.

Just as Wayne states in the song, I do indeed love my beautiful, ordinary life. You couldn’t pay me enough to be a celebrity. Their privacy is constantly invaded. They have no secrets. They never know who’s going to sell them out. It’s such a hard life. I wouldn’t trade my beautiful, ordinary life for anything.

Well, maybe just a little time with Denzel or Hill Harper .

Still Thinking About The Inaguration!

On Election Day I didn’t get to watch a lot of it. Thank goodness for Youtube! I was watching the Obamas dance their first dance and unexpectedly teared up. I didn’t expect to get emotional like that, but I did. I love seeing how in love they are. There are some things you can’t fake, and one of them is being in love. When I look at the Obamas I see true love. I am so happy for them. They are the epitome of class and poise. They would make a great first family no matter what color they were. Many could benefit from their example. Stay strong and in love Mr. President and First Lady.

He Had Pity On Me!

One of the strong male teachers at the school had pity on me today. He kept Nu for the entire day. I love him. I am going to get him a gift. Oh, what a peaceful day I had. I actually got to teach.

One funny thing, I was so worried about him returning that I kinda’ rushed through things, so we finished almost everything early today. It was a good and a bad thing. But, oh, what a peaceful day it was!

I’m still tired because I need vitamins, so until next time people!

Finally. Help!

Well, I am finally getting help from PAR. We played phone tag for a minute before we connected, but we finally did. Thank goodness. I hope she can help me with Nu. Either that, or I’m taking a week off.

How Much More?

I don’t even know how much more I can take. My student, Nu, is offffffffff the hook. Today, he began before the bell even began. I know that there is something wrong with him, but it just seems like more than I can bear. I seriously think that he needs to be in an Emotionally Disturbed (ED) class. He really does have issues. He fights so much I had to switch my schedule all around because he couldn’t get along with most of the students in second recess. I know that things are going to come to an end soon because of some things that I have in the works, but it seems like it can’t come fast enough.

I am exhausted, but I have to go to school in a few minutes, so until next time!

Just Trying To Make It Through The Day…

As the title says, I am just trying to make it through the day. My student, Nu, is really trying my patience. But, it ‘s all in how I handle it. Today, I just had to ignore him. Other times I’ve tried it with other students it didn’t work. However, with him, it works like gangbusters. He hates to be ignored. His whole mission and reason for coming to school seems to be to make everyone laugh- the class clown. Well, I am dealing with it because I know that he is not going to just go away. He is here to stay. That is what I have resigned myself to. Now, all I have to do is find out how to work miracles while raising my family, teaching school, and finishing school.

I’ll be hanging in there until next time people!

How Did I Forget About That?

How did I forget about that? I am constantly asking myself that question. I am talking about my behavior management/modification strategies I use with my students.

I laugh and joke with my students all the time. We have a great time. That is what helps us make it through the day. So, why, oh why, did I stop laughing and joking with them? I don’t know! It has worked so well up until now.

So today I started playing with them again. I don’t know why I ever stopped. If it ain’t broke…

Congratulations Phillise!

My baby is so smart. She just told me that on her OCR assessment, she read 165 w.p.m. She’s only in first grade. I know this is because we read at least 5 times/week. I will continue. I am having her tested for Gifted/High Ability for entrance into a school I want to transfer her to next year.

Once again, Congratulations Phillise, you smart little girl!

I Didn’t Do It! or (Exhausted Me!)

Yesterday, I meant to explain why I took down the post that I wrote, but I was so totally and completely exhausted that I came home, laid on the couch and did not get up until this morning.

The reason for writing the post was the reason why I was so exhausted. I really need some vitamins to give me energy because this kid has plenty of it and is not going to stop doing what he’s doing anytime soon. That is why I need to be ready- emotionally, mentally, and physically.

You have to give it to this kid. He is very, very good at what he does!

So, on to what I was going to post yesterday. I really meant what I said, but the vein in which I said it was so mean spirited that I simply could not leave it up. I was so embarrassed by how mean I sounded when I read it. I deleted once I calmed down. That was the first time in over a year and a half that I have done that. I have always stood behind my posts, but I did not stand behind that one. I acknowledge that I was very angry- anger is a very honest emotion- but I just did not want that post associated with my name.

I rarely get angry, but when I do, I don’t like myself much. I remind myself of that picture book, “When Sophie Gets Angry.” I was so angry yesterday when I wrote that post that I could actually feel the anger returning when I was reading it. That’s when I knew that that post had to be deleted. So, that’s what I did.

That post had so much negative power. It reminded me of George Orwell’s “1984″. For those of you who didn’t read my post or “1984,” be glad! Until next time people!

My Pet Peeves

These are my pet peeves in no particular order.

1. Lazy parents who are healthy and don’t work, but won’t walk or drive their small children to school
2. Neglectful parents
3. Rude people
4. Selfish people
5. Double parking on a small street
6. People who get over at the last minute almost causing you to rear-end them
7. Lazy people
8. Healthy, able-bodied people who won’t work
9. Parents who believe every single thing their children say, and come up to a school screaming and cursing, trying to fight the teacher
10. People who try to get over on the system. I call them get overinskis
11. Loud music @ 2 a.m.
12. People who take advantage of other people
13. Lastly, I cannot stand people who cheat their way through school

My Plan…

Knowing that I have so much to do, a plan of attack is the only smart course of action. I have broken my work into chunks.

I have to complete an electronic portfolio. That’s not a problem though, because it’s mostly a compilation of work I’ve already completed. I just have to submit it to Livetext. I need:

• an introduction of myself with an explanation of my call to teaching
• a Behavior Support Plan (already completed).
• a professional resume
• a 2-3 page vision for teaching and learning that includes 1-2 page reflections on:
• Respect
• Educate
• Advocate
• Lead
• Finally, an outline of a professional development I’ve developed, with handouts.

• A Literature Review for my senior thesis
• 3 assignments for my online class with weekly responses
• A case study and an assessment intervention plan

I already have some of my assessment intervention plan completed. I will begin working on my case study and one of my 3 assignments due for my online class by next weekend.

I just need to find my handouts from my professional development and make an outline of it.

I will begin my Literature review and my 2nd/3 assignments due for my online class  in 2 weeks.

I will also need to complete that 15-20 page paper to clear my incomplete.

The rest will take care of itself. As long as I stick to this schedule, I’ll be alright.

The Easy Button!!!

There  have been many times in my life when I have wanted this <– button right here. Right now would be a good time to have it. I have so much on my plate. I don’t know how I’m going to get it all done. However, I will be like a Nike commercial and just do it. I just need to make a plan and stick to it.

At one point someone accused me of having an easy life. I had to look around and make sure they were talking to me. This made me wonder if they even know me. I wanted to extend my hand and ask, “Have we met?” ‘Cause surely anyone who really knows me knows that my life has not been a bed of roses; especially not for the past couple of years.

I know that the easy button doesn’t really work, but it would be so nice if it did.

I AM TEACHER, HEAR ME ROAR!!!

**Please, don’t get me wrong. I am a believer. I do not in any way wish to belittle any religion. I simply wish to make the comparison as to how God and teachers get blamed for so much. I am simply pointing out similarities. If this offends you, don’t leave me a nasty comment because I am not going to publish it. Just take it for what it’s worth. **

Teachers are blamed for most of the ills of society. We are blamed for society falling apart. I say, instead of teachers being the ones to blame, we are, instead, one small part of the glue that holds it all together.

-LB

These are the ways, that I see it, that God and teachers are alike, or presumed to be alike.

When:

People are first converted (start school), the converts (parents) think that God (teachers) is/are the answers to their prayers.

As long as everything is going right, then God (teacher) receives full credit.

As soon as anything, I mean anything, goes wrong, then God (teacher) is the worst thing ever created. God (the teacher) is corrupting their child. God (the teacher) shouldn’t have let it happen.

God is omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient. Teachers are supposed to be the same.

No one is ever supposed to get hurt on our watch. Even when they’re on the playground and out to lunch, when we can’t see them or aren’t supervising them.

God is responsible for the total, overall well-being of the child; as is the teacher.

God is the ever-present Father who protects; so also is the teacher, who is supposed to be the ever-present Mother who is supposed to protect.

God is perfect. Teachers are supposed to be too. We are never supposed to be absent because we’re sick. We are never supposed to lose our temper, even with the most trying of students. We are supposed to love everyone.

Well, I am here to burst a bubble and let everyone in on a little secret. Come a little closer so you can hear…

I am not God.

I am not omnipresent. I am not omniscient. Nor am I omnipotent.

I do not like some of my students.

I do occasionally get sick.

I do lose my temper.

I do wish that your child would find another school to make my life easier.

However, in spite of all of this, I still take care and protect your child. I still come to school when my imperfect body gets sick. I still continue to give your child my all, even when they disrupt to the point where I have to send them to a buddy teacher’s room and I wish I could take a belt to their little behinds to beat some sense into them. I still do all of this, because, although I am not God, or their mother or father, I am the next best thing. I am a teacher. HEAR ME ROAR!!!

Things That are Most in the World by Judi Barrett

Things That Are Most in the World (1988), written by Judi Barrett and illustrated by John Nickle, was a great book. It was really silly; which is exactly what I like. I used this book to introduce superlatives to my students and they totally got it.

The book begins by telling the readers what the wiggliest thing in the world is. Do you know what it is? Why, it is a snake ice-skating, of course. Next, we’re introduced to the silliest thing in the world, which, of course, is a chicken in a frog costume.

Then next thing that readers are introduced to is the quietest thing in the world. Why, it’s a worm eating peanut butter, of course. If you would like to know what other -est word is used, well, I guess you’re going to have to read it and find out for yourself.

My students got a kick out of this book. They thought it was kinda’ funny. I did too.  I would give this book *****/***** because it introduces superlatives in a funny, simple way. There is even a page at the end of the book that can be photocopied and used in class.

The _______________est  thing in the world is _____________.

If you’re introducing superlatives to your students, pick this up. If you like silly books that are also educational, you’ll like this one; your students will also.

Students vs. Subs (It’s Like Oil & Water)!

I have a problem that I need help with. I know that most teachers have this same problem. I need to know how to fix this problem because I am running out of subs willing to take care of my class when I am absent. Just like most classes, my students behave so badly. Even students who don’t usually misbehave.  My problem seems to be that my students don’t trust anyone to understand them. Maybe I’ve done too good a job at earning their trust. I really need a solution to this problem because, as I stated above, there are not many subs willing to take over my class when I’m absent. Help!

I Wanna’ Take My Test! Part 2

This post is a follow up to my post from a couple of days ago when I posted about one of my students who asked to take his daily fluency test in Voyager without me reminding him. Well, today, all six of the students in Level C made sure to remind me that I needed to test them. I told them, of course, I will test you. While I tested one student, I instructed the other five to read silently until I could get to them. They heartily concurred. I have to say that I am very impressed with the progress that my students are making. One of my students, Tag, who came into my class three weeks before the end of last school year, was reading 2 words/minute. Now, he is reading 32 words/minute (37 words with 5 errors). Another one, Curly Top, could not read at all when he came the 2nd week of September. Now, he is reading 31 words/minute (33 words with 2 errors). I am very proud of them. I’m also very proud of me for not quitting when the odds seemed insurmountable. Slow and steady wins the race.

Remember that!

What Will They Remember?

Running into my old teacher was such a weird experience. I say that it was weird because, here I am, 38 years old and I am still in awe of this woman. It was like I was a teen-ager all over again. In my eyes, she just couldn’t do too much wrong. She really was a nice teacher. I remember that she was  very even tempered and that she made chemistry fun.

It’s been 24 hours since I’ve seen her and I still have one of the feel good feelings. Even though I thought that my teen-age years were horrible, I see that they really weren’t. Seeing Ms. Duenas made me remember that.

I have spent all day thinking about Ms. Duenas and what she meant to me. After I spent time thinking about what she meant to me, I took the time to stop and reflect on what I will someday mean to my students.

What will I do, 23 years from now, when I see one of them? Will it be a joyous occasion? A tearful reunion? Or will it be an accusatory one? Will they say that I was a horrible teacher to them? Or will they say that I was the one who made them think? Was I the one who made them wake up and realize that they can do it? Will they remember that I came to school sick so they wouldn’t think that I abandoned them? Will they think about how I went out of my way to make sure no one teased them?

Or will they only remember the bad days I had when I snapped at them? Will they remember that I sometimes nodded off when I was tutoring them one on one afterschool because I stayed up until 1:30 a.m. preparing the lesson after getting out of class at 10:00 p.m. the night before?

I don’t know what they will remember. I hope that they will recall the good times we had as we laughed at the silly little nicknames I gave them like “Piggy”, “Pink Socks”, “busybody”, “nosy Rosy”, etc. I hope they remember that I loved them; that I stuck up for them and believed in them when no one else them; that I tamed the shrew.

It’s okay if they remember the bad days. Bad days happens. As long as they remember the good times too! Even though there have been many bad days, All of my good days, they outweigh my bad days. And IIIIIIII… I won’t complain!

Info On LABBX

The Los Angeles Black Book Expo will be on August 15, 2009. But, before that the Expo has many wonderful events planned in the months leading up to then. Upcoming in the next month is the following event:

(Taken directly from the official blog of Los Angeles Black Book Expo- http://labbx.blogspot.com)

Next month will be an exciting time for us at the LABBX. Our new partnership with Barnes and Noble at the Grove (Farmer’s Market) has allowed us to present bookfairs inside the store with panel discussions, children’s reading time, and a planned poetry festival along with our upcoming relationship forum on Sunday, February 8, 2009. Just before Valentine’s weekend, our esteemed panelists headed by our host author and speaker Na’Kisha Crawford (So Good It Hurts) will help you find the perfect mate and/or to improve your love life.

What makes our bookfairs special is through BN, we have vouchers you can email Charles Chatmon at labbex@gmail.com for one, which are used to buy virtually anything in the store including CD’s, books and coffee that helps secure funds for the LABBX. I’ll have more on the vouchers later on, but if you’re interested (even if you can’t make it), please email me and I’ll fill you on the rest.

**P.S.- The vouchers are good for up to a week after the book fair. It is not, however, available for online purchases.**

Ran Into One Of My High School Teachers!

I went to training today and ran into one of my teachers from high school. I couldn’t believe it. It’s been 23 years since she was my teacher, but she still looked the same. She put on a little weight, but not enough where I didn’t notice her. I noticed her right away. She has a very distinctive voice. She’s aging very well. She has to be in her late 40′s to early 50′s, but doesn’t look it.

It was so weird. I was standing there next to her thinking that it has been so long since I was 16 years old. 16! That was another lifetime ago. You couldn’t pay me enough to go back to being a teen-ager. Even though, this past year, I’ve noticed a couple of wrinkles by my eyes, that’s okay. It’s part of aging. Right now, I am enjoying my 30′s and enjoying being me. I have learned so much. I just cannot believe that I am in my 30′s. Although next year, I’ll be saying by to them when I hit 40. I’m okay with that!

Here’s a sum of my life so far:

• The 20′s were better than my teens.
• My 30′s have been better than my 20′s.
• My 40′s will be better than my 30′s.

I am so looking forward to my 40′s because I am getting better with age. Hope you are too. Until next time people!

Am I Cut For This? Part 2

I have this bad habit that I’m working on. Wanna’ hear what it is? Well, do you? Ok, well, sometimes I try to run away from things. I will know that I can do something, but if it’s really hard, then I will try to get out of it. That is what I’ve been doing the past couple of weeks. My student, Nu, who behavior is off the hook, is just more than I want to put up with sometimes. Life would be so much easier if he could just go to another school. But, as a couple of my readers reminded me, I need to just suck it up and do. I need to stop running away from this student because there will always be another like him. So, I have decided to stop running and deal with his behavior. I know that this wwill make me such a better teacher. I know that it’s not going to be easy. I knew that when I took this job. It doesn’t mean I gotta’ like it though. So, yeah, I guess I am cut out for this!

I Wanna’ Take My Test!

I wanna’ take my test. That’s what one of my students told me. He was talking about his daily Voyager reading fluency assessment. He was pulled out for speech class, so he was unable to complete his. I didn’t even have to remind him that he needed to take it. He reminded me. I love it!

Who Is Your Favorite Monster, MAMA? by Barbara Shook Hazen

Who is Your Favorite Monster, MAMA? (2006), written by Barbara Shook Hazen and illustrated by Maryann Kovalski is a cute little book dealing with jealousy & sibling rivalry.

There are three Monster children: Bruxley- the oldest, Harry- the middle child, & Bronwen- the baby. Bruxley knows that MAMA Monster loves him, Bronwen knows that MAMA Monster loves her. Oh, but poor Harry. He thinks that MAMA Monster likes his brother and sister better than she loves him.

Harry, the middle monster, was happy when his mama crooned, “Euuu, my cute little monster child, I love the way you warm my wild. I love your warts and baby bristles. I love your nails as soft as thistles. I love your fangs and furry nose. I love you, Harry, head to toes.”

Harry was happy when MAMA Monster catered to his needs; when she paid attention to him. However, he wasn’t happy when she told him to wait because she was busy with his big brother, Bruxley, or if she was burping his baby sister, Bronwen. When MAMA Monster didn’t pay attention to him, he played with his creepy beasties, Tiny, Slimy, & Whiny.

He wondered why his MAMA Monster always had more time for Bruxley and Bronwen than she did for him. He was jealous of everything his siblings did. Especially when it required MAMA Monster’s attention. MAMA Monster always liked everything they did better. So, finally, he asks: “Who is your favorite monster, Mama? Who do you love most???

Now, what mother can or would answer that question? Not one! Did Mama Monster answer that question? Nope, she didn’t. She did, however, turn it around by asking him which of his creepy crawlies he liked the best. He tells his mom that that is a silly question because each one is his favorite.

“Each one is my favorite because each is frightfully, delightfully different. I love each the most but not the same.”

His mother told him that that was just the answer she was looking for. Happy with that answer, Harry skips outside to enjoy the day.

What a cute little story. I would say that children as young as three years old would understand this book. I loved it. It reminded me of when Sam & Dakota were younger. One of them always thought I liked the other more and would often accuse me of liking the other one more. I think that anyone with more than one child should buy this book. It deals with sibling rivalry in an amusing & cute way. I think a smile will come to children’s face as they realize that the monsters in the story are just like them

So, do yourself a favor and go pick this one up! You’ll love it and so will your children.

Congratulations Barack Obama!

Well, today’s the day that America welcomes its first Black President. Today he goes from President-elect to President. Michelle Obama will be the nation’s first Black First Lady, while Sasha & Malia will be the little ladies.

I am still in shock. I still cannot believe that this happened in my lifetime. Seriously, I didn’t even think that this would happen in my children’s lifetime, but it has.

My school will allow us to watch the inaguration during class time. I know that I want to see it; my students want to see it. I am psyched, elated, whatever adjective you can think of to say that I still don’t believe this is happening.

I have to go, but just have to say one more time- Congratulations to the Obama family!

Kenya’s Word by Linda Trice

Kenya’s Word (2006), written by Linda Trice, and illustrated by Pamela Johnson is a very nice little book. I found it while blog browsing. The author of the blog (who I can’t seem to remember at the moment) recommended it. Going on the strength of the blog author’s review, I knew that I wanted to read it. However, I had a problem. I couldn’t buy it because I have run out of places to put my books. So, I did the next best thing and ordered it from the library.

Once I got it, I realized that the book’s focus was on adjectives. So, since I am working on adjectives this week, I killed two birds with one stone once again when I read this to my class last week.

I liked the book because the illustrations are lively and the book very simply introduces and explains what adjectives are; simple enough for kindergartners.

The story begins with the author introducing the title character, Kenya, and telling about how she likes just about everything: spinach, spiders, and her teacher, Mrs. Garcia. Another thing that Kenya likes, that is quite a bad habit, was looking out the classroom window. In fact, she was so busy looking out the window and daydreaming that she didn’t listen to what Mrs. Garcia’s was saying about naming words.

“Tomorrow, we need the word that names your favorite kind of pet,” said Mrs. Garcia.

Kenya, who wasn’t listening, mistakenly thinks that Mrs. Garcia says to bring in your favorite pet. So, that is exactly what Kenya does? She brings her favorite pet; her pet tarantula, Tula. It, of course, causes chaos in the class.

The next day, as Kenya was daydreaming and looking out the window, Mrs. Garcia told the class that the next day they would talk about their favorite food. Since Kenya wasn’t listening, she thinks that she’s supposed to bring in her favorite food instead of just the word.

She thinks about all her favorite foods. She likes so many that she can’t decide what to bring. Let’s see, she likes fruit: apples, oranges, bananas, and peaches. She also likes vegetables: lettuce, corn, carrots, and spinach.

The next day Kenya brings a brown paper bag to school. What do you think her favorite food was that she brought? Was it frozen? Was it a fruit or was it a vegetable?

I guess you’re going to have to read it for yourself and find out. This book is a great read for introducing adjectives. It’s also a great boook for Black History Month. Read it and you’ll see why.

As always, pick it up at your local bookstore or library.

Secret Of The Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman

People are always congratulating me on my choice of books or on ones that I read to my students. I sometimes surprise myself when I pick a really good book that turns out to be something of a classic or simply a very good book. Well, this book, Secret of the Peaceful Warrior (1992), written by Dan Millman and illustrated by T. Taylor Bruce, was no different. It is a wonderful little story that I could not wait to read to my students.

When I am really moved by a book, I like to find out a little bit about the author and see what else they’ve done. Since I was moved by this book I went searching for other information and books by him.

Not only did I find other books written by him, but I also found his blog on Amazon that you can read, if you’re interested, by clicking here and a Wikipedia page.During my investigation, I came across many other books written by the author. However, there was one book, in particular, that was actually the basis for this book, called “The Way of the Peaceful Warrior.” I’d seen it before but did not know that it was not related until I read a personal message sent by the author to anyone purchasing the book on Amazon. Additionally, if you’re interested, here are the other books written by hi:

• Whole body fitness: mind, body, and spirit (1979).
• Way of the Peaceful Warrior: A Book That Changes Lives (1980). Fictionalized autobiography.
• Sacred Journey of the Peaceful Warrior (1991). Details the world travels of the character in the above book.
• Secret of the Peaceful Warrior: A Story About Courage and Love (1991). Children’s book.
• No Ordinary Moments: A Peaceful Warrior’s Guide to Daily Life
• Quest for the Crystal Castle: A Peaceful Warrior Children’s Book (1992).
• The Life You Were Born to Live: A Guide to Finding Your Life Purpose (1995).
• The Laws of Spirit: A Tale of Transformation (1995)
  
• Everyday Enlightenment: The Twelve Gateways to Personal Growth (1998).
• Body Mind Mastery: Creating Success in Sport and Life (1999).
  

Well, on to the review. As I stated before, I am very thoughtful in my selection of books for myself, my own children, and my students. When I choose a book to read to them it is more often then not more than one idea/concept that I want to communicate to them. So, as usual, with this story there were many ideas I wanted to communicate to them. That is why I took my time and read this book to them over a period of two days. Once I saw that the children were hanging on to my every word, I used that to make them want more and more. I read it after recess and lunch one day, and after recess and lunch the next day. Once I finished it one of my students, Tag, asked if he could buy it during one of his weekly visits to our room store on Friday. I loved that he loved this book. What he liked so much is that the child in the story didn’t have to fight to defend himself; he used his mind. He was taught by an older gentleman by the name of Socrates or Soc.

The story begins as Soc saves Danny one day as he is chased down by the class bully, Carl. Soc teaches him that he doesn’t have to use his fist to defend himself; that he can use his mind. Soc teaches him many other life lessons as well. What are they? Well, I guess you’re going to have to read the book to find out.

I loved this book, my own children loved this book, and the students in my class really loved this book. Give it a try. I know that you will love it also. I give it *****/***** stars. As always, I recommend that you pick it up at your local bookstore or library.

**Note- Once you read the book, you will understand the significance of the cave and light on the front of the book**

I’m Breaking Out The Scissors…

** Warning- this post is kinda’ long** That’s right. I am bringing out the scissors because I am ready to cut it. What is it? It is the mustard. I have not been cutting the mustard. I have not been up to snuff. Now, I am ready get it together; to cut it.

I am writing this in response to an encouraging comment left on one of my posts “Am I Cut Out For This?” by Daniel Dage, author of another special ed blog specialed.wordpress.com.

In my post I was expressing doubt as to whether I am cut out for teaching or not because I have one student who is simply too much to take sometimes. I am especially dismayed since I have four grade levels in my room. He’s in 2nd grade, which means that I will have him for another three years after this year. This depressed me so thoroughly. I really began to wonder if I was cut out for this if one student makes me want to jump ship. However, Daniel responded with this:

Daniel Dage

January 17, 2009 at 7:09 am

I feel your pain. I have kids a lot like the one you have. Except in high school, the time to graduation is 7-8 years!!! And it really, really is a big part of the pain of a self-contained setting where you are stuck with the same student all day, everyday for *years!* It’s like a freaking marriage! Trust me, I have wanted to flee many, many times. But when this kid leaves, you’ll have another one come who will be an even bigger mess. No matter what and where you teach, there will always be at least one kid who will push your buttons and yank your chain. And guess which kids end up making you a better teacher? It’s not the easy ones.

You can do this, but it will involve digging deep. Once we get over trying to get away and escape, we can start dealing with the problem head-on.

As far as the economy, HA! You could pee in the principal’s pocket but you aren’t going anywhere! Your job is pretty secure because there are a lot of other people who would rather be unemployed than deal with what you have to deal with everyday! It’s not easy and it never is. But it also isn’t always a nightmare. Consider this: we’re half way through the school year! Getting your degree finished will also take off a ton of pressure off you. Keep the faith!

Morocco also encouraged me even though she’s dealing with many issues of her own. Thanks Morocco.

I am through feeling sorry for myself and trying to escape. I’ve had time to think about it and Daniel’s right. I knew that he was right the minute I read his comment. In fact, I already knew. Facing problems head on and dealing with them is how I got my class under control up to this point. I just needed to hear it from someone else. Ya’ know, kinda’ get some sense slapped into me.

I am not planning on going anywhere anytime soon. Although it does feel good to say it. But, there have been so many times that I’ve jumped out of the frying pan into the fire and gotten burned. I am definitely not going to do that again. I am simply going to suck it up and deal with it. Like Daniel said, when I stop trying to escape and deal with the problem head on, then I can begin to address and fix the problem.

Thanks Daniel!

From The Mouth Of Babes…

The more I am around young children, the more they impress me. I was just talking to David, my youngest son, when he said something so profound. We were talking about taking care of Moriah for the night.

My little sister, Danielle who I call Yelli, called and asked if I could take care of Moriah for a few hours. Of course I happily agreed since I love that little brown child. Well, David wanted her to spend a night. I told him that Yelli never lets Moriah stay overnight. Well, he was upset. He asked me why and I told him that Yelli loved Moriah and missed her terribly when she wasn’t with her. We then started discussing how we love our family. David started thinking and came up with this:

“You know what mom,” he said. “Every baby in this family is greatly loved.”

I didn’t have to think about it. I responded automatically and told him that he was right. We started talking about how the babies in my family are totally lavished with hugs and kisses until they can’t stand it. That’s how it should be. I love having an extra-large extended family. Some of the members in my family may be caraazy but they sure are there for family. That’s what it’s all about.

Until next time people. I hope you have the same.

The LABBEX (Los Angeles Black Book Expo)

What is the LABBEX? Well, it is the Los Angeles Black Book Expo. And I am its newest committee member. If you’ve noticed, it is currently on my blogroll and has been for the past couple of months since I first contacted the Executive Director, Charles Chatmon, and expressed my desire to be a part of it. He answered fairly quickly and responded with a resounding yes.

Even though it is in its infancy- it’s only the fifth year- it is quickly growing. It was formerly held in the EXPO Center at Exposition Park in Los Angeles on Martin Luther King, jr. Blvd and Menlo Ave (one block east of Vermont). This year we will be moving to a newer, bigger venue. I can’t reveal all the details, as we are still in the process of deciding on them, but I will reveal all at a later date as they become available.

So, what does the LABBEX do? Well, it hosts a full day of activity featuring authors, storytellers, spoken word and poetry performances, musicians, exhibitors, children’s book authors, emerging writers, publishers, booksellers, panel discussions, editors, book reviewers, and others.

So, even though the website is currently under construction, check it out in the coming weeks; It will be ready in the next couple weeks. Here’s the website for future reference: www.labbx.com

Am I Cut Out For This?

Am I cut out for this? I have been asking myself this all this week because I really did not want to go back to work. I have been talking to myself and trying to tell myself that I can do this, but I just don’t believe it. Yesterday I broke. I mean mentally. I looked at one of my students who’s in 2nd grade and felt like crying.

“Three more years,” I thought. I have to deal with his crap for three more years. I can’t. It is simply too much to deal with. I have to say that the rest of my class is okay. Yes, some of them still have behavior problems, but not as severe as this kid.

I went on a field trip today and had to leave him behind because I didn’t have a signed trip slip for him. Let me just say that the whole school noticed. Everyone got a chance to see what I deal with on a daily basis.

I just can’t see dealing with him for three more years. He really makes me ready to move on. I will, too, if I have to deal with him for the next three years. It is simply not worth my sanity.

If I am one of the unlucky few who get laid off because of the budget cuts, I’ll know that it’s time to move on. I am one of those people who looks for signs. Boy, getting laid off would be the biggest sign; As big as the Hollywood sign.

What’s On My Plate…

Only one more semester and a half (Summer Session) and I will be finished with my Credential/Masters program. It’s a lot, but this is what I have to do. I need to:

• Clear my incomplete from last semester by writing a 15-20 page paper (for which I don’t have any idea how to do)
• File for graduation tomorrow (last day to do that)
• Write a 15-20 page Literature Review
• Complete an online class which uses 5 books
• Complete an Assessment class
• Finish the paperwork to clear my IP for my fieldwork class
• Bring my “A” game for the whole semester

My plate is full, but I am terrified that I can’t do it I think I can I know I can do it. I just have to stay focused. I went through about the same situation when satisfying the requirements for graduation for APU. I did it then and I can do it now. So, until next time people!

First Day Back!

Well, today is the first day back to school. Not to work-school, but school-school. It’s been more than a month since I’ve been at school. I’m a little excited about going back just because I like the school; it’s a good school. I am not, however, excited about the work.

Oh, well, I have no choice but to go back if I want to get my credential and my Master’s degree. Gotta’ do what I gotta’ do. So, I will be back in my seat at school today. I have obligations to complete. After June it will all be over! I can’t wait.

Until next time people!

Mystery To Medicine Unit Opener

Nope, I didn’t get around to posting this yesterday. Anyway, here’s what I did:

First, before I did anything, I picked the worst of the “bad” students and made them my helper.

Then I presented the worksheet I created with two sides. It was like a before & after sheet. One side instructed the students to draw what they thought a germ looks like (before we started). While the other side instructed them to draw what a germ actually looks like (after we finished).

After they completed the worksheet, I began the presentation by asking them if they knew the correct way to sneeze if they didn’t have a piece of tissue handy. One of my “helpers” demonstrated the proper technique. I then moved on to the discussion phase to engage them. When I felt that I had them hooked, I sprung the poster on them which had these images on them:

The sneezing man served to illustrate my point of spreading germs by not covering your mouth.

The germs served to help them complete the worksheet.

The picture of the hand served to illustrate my point of them washing their filthy little, McNasty hands when they use the bathroom. After we finished discussing the above interesting little tidbits, we moved on to the book “Germs Make Me Sick” by Melvin Berger. The book is a little long, so I only read the first four pages. After that, I ended with the piece de resistance- the microscope to look at the germs. They looked through the microscope in awe as they feigned disgust.

Gross! Eww! Nasty! was all you heard. It was a nice ending. I lined them up at the door and gave them stickers. We all had fun. I love it when a plan comes together.

So, there you have it, my Unit Opener for Mystery to Medicine- a resounding success.

Labor Of Love

This thing called blogging is definitely a labor of love because sometimes I don’t get comments for days to weeks at a time. At one point Many times I thought about quitting. My stats are so spotty. They have ranged from lows of 132 hits/day on the weekends to my high of 1,400/day. That is such a disparity it’s ridiculous.

But, I had to stop and ask myself why I was doing this. Am I doing it for the great comments that people leave or the privilege of being listed in someone’s Blogroll?

Nay, I say. Those things definitely don’t hurt. But, I do this because I love it. I love writing. I love helping people get their answers. I love being able to get my thoughts out. It really helps me get “stuff” off my chest. Getting things off my chest is part of the reason that I am at least partially sane. That and being able to express myself.

Why would I give up the last little piece of my sanity I have by stopping? Are you crazy? Or is it me?

Nah, it’s not me. And that’s because of this labor love that’s Special 2 Me.

Oh, If Only…?

Oh, if only…? That’s how I start many conversations. Like many other teachers, now and before me, I lament the lament of most teachers- If only I could get my students to transfer what they know on to the paper. If I could do that, I would be on my way to becoming the teacher that I know I can be.

Oh, if only…

Frustrated Me!

I am so frustrated as you should be able to tell by my last couple posts. I feel like I am fighting a losing battle. I have so many grade levels in my room. I just got a new student today. I am so overwhelmed. Now, not only do I have to do my best to reach the goals of my other students who are on so many different levels, but now I have one more added to the equation.

I really feel like crying. If I felt like it would do any good, I’d do it. How,oh how, am I supposed to do this? I realized that I was on my way to being able to reach my 4th graders goals when it suddenly dawned on me that I am not really meeting the needs of the lone 2nd grader, and the two 3rd graders.

I’m not dismayed though because I’m starting to notice a pattern in my life. Whenever I feel like this, I know what happens next; I usually have a growth spurt of the mind- so to speak. Every single time this happens, immediately afterwards I realize I’ve grown. This actually relates to my post called The Quickening where I spoke about information coming at me left and right. Well, this is kinda’ the same thing. I feel overwhelmed right now, but I know that I am going to come out on the winning side of this. I will be a much better teacher for it.

So, I guess I’ve gotten my answer that I’ve been seeking. So, until next time people!

A Rose By Any Other Name!

I am so smart. Guess how smart I am? Well, guess. I am so smart that I got a new student today, who I’ll call Ann. Now, I knew that her name was Ann; I saw it on her entrance slip. However, one of my other students said that her name was the same as one of my other students’ name, who I call Pink Socks. So, I’m calling the new girl Pink Socks the whole day until my assistant sees her real name on her paper.

“Your name isn’t Pink Socks?,” my assistant asked.

“No,” she answered.

At this point, I burst out laughing. I could not believe that I called this girl Pink Socks when her name is Ann for about an hour and a half.

I apologized profusely and told her that it wouldn’t happen again, but that if it did, to correct me.

Yep, that’s how smart I am.

Not Enough…

As I look back on old photos or just think about most of the things around me, I’ve noticed that I never have enough of something. Whether it be decorations for my Valentines Day party, or furniture in my house, or my classroom.

I’ve always liked to think that I like understated tastes. I do, but I’m starting to see a pattern. This pattern goes back very far; to when I was in elementary school.

I was always smarter than the other children. Since it was a little uncomfortable always having the answer and having my classmates give me the side of death, I learned how to hide. By hiding I mean not raising my hand, or giving the wrong answers. I became a master of not being noticed.

As I’m looking around my living room, I only see a ficus tree in the corner, the t.v. stand in the opposite corner with the television, and a sectional sofa across from it that takes up the whole wall. And that’s it. No coffee table, no other items. That’s it. I thought that it was because I didn’t like clutter but now I see that it is so much more or less, however you want to say it.

I see now that I do not have enough. That I am still hiding, trying not to be noticed. Anyway, now that I know what the root is and the manifestation of the problem, I can definitely get to the heart of the matter. Right now I am planning to redesign most of my whole house to have it more balanced.

I noticed this in my classroom, so I had someone else come in and help me redesign me. I have to say that I am quite pleased with it. I still have a little moving around to do it to get it to the way that I want it, but I’m getting there. Just as I will get there with the redesign of my house.

Glad I figured it out! So, until next time people!

When Procrastination Paid Off For Me…

I hate to admit this, but since I’ve had my plate so full, I have become a bit of a procrastinator. Usually, this ends up biting me in the but. However, today, it paid off for me.

Before Christmas I saw the cutest little Continental Electric brand mini sewing machine that I thought would be great to teach Phillise how to sew. I told myself that I would buy it when I had more money. I didn’t know that it was a seasonal item though.

So, I put it off and put it off, until I remembered that I wanted to get it for Phillise’s birthday, which was yesterday. Anyway, long story short, I tried to get it yesterday and the store was out. So, I went back to the first store that I saw it, only to have the manager inform that it was sent back to the warehouse to make room for other stuff since it was a seasonal item.

I was upset, but decided to do like I always do and check for myself. Did I find it? Yep, I sure did. It was the last one left. So, I took it up to the cashier, ready to pay the asking price of $19.99, when it rang up for $1.99.

“Oh, my goodness,” said the cashier, “this machine is only $1.99.” She asked another cashier who wasn’t working to go and get her one as I happily smiled knowing that I’d nabbed the last one.

Thank goodness I procrastinated!

Some Thoughts On The Mystery To Medicine Unit Opener

Let me just say that I am so proud of myself. I say this because even though I am on my way to getting my sea legs, I don’t have them yet. Sometimes, I am not confident with my teaching methods or plans; especially when it comes to the Unit Opener.

“These aren’t just my students,” I think. I have other students that I’m teaching now who could possibly think that I’m incompetent; or, I sometimes think about the teachers who could probably be wondering what in the world I’m teaching their students.

With my students, there are 100 4th graders altogether. So, not only am I responsible for my 13, I am responsible for 87 other 4th graders as well. This is a lot of pressure to say the least.

Well, as it turns out, I didn’t have to worry about that. The three times that I’ve participated in the Unit Openers I have been wildly successful with fantastic results. I don’t know why I always think that I’m going to bomb miserably and have so much time left over. It’s never happened during the Unit Opener. It did happen during my first month of teaching. I simply ran out of material. But, as far as it happening during the Unit Opener, no, it’s never happened.

I am tired and I’m going to take a nap. I will post about my activity later. The kids loved it. So, until I wake up people!

Trying To Row A Luxury Liner With One Oar! Part 2

This post is piggybacking off my previous post from about trying to row a luxury liner (which is huge) with one oar. That is an impossible task. The oar can’t even reach the water.

That is how I feel about my teaching position. I have so many things working against me:

1. I don’t have much experience.
2. I have 4 grade levels in one class.
3. I have so much on my plate.
4. I have 6 more months of school.
5. All but three of my students are FBB and BB.

However, this is what I have working for me:

1. I have a never say die attitude.
2. I give my all.
3. I have made great progress so far, with much more to be made.
4. I have a great support system.
5. I will be finished school in 6 months and will be able to concentrate my whole attention on teaching.
6. Two of my students moved from FBB to BB and B.

So, even though the cards are seemingly stacked against me, and I don’t have much teaching experience, I am so willing to try and give my all. Maybe I don’t need to row that luxury liner with only one oar. Maybe, just maybe, I can go an alternate (better) route and get to where the engine is and rev it up. Maybe I can continue to go that alternate route that’s working so well for me. Maybe, just maybe, if it’s not broken, then I don’t need to fix or change anything. Will that alternate route work for you? Think about it.

Until next time people!

Stand Tall, Molly Lou Melon by Patty Lovell

Stand Tall, Molly Lou Melon (2001), was written by Patty Lovell and illustrated by David Catrow, who happen to be one of my favorite illustrators. I was introduced to this book in my Children’s Literature class. It is too cute.

The story begins as we are introduced to the title character Molly Lou Melon, who was the shortest girl in the first grade, stood just a little taller than her dog. She didn’t mind though, because her grandmother told her, “Walk as proudly as you can and the world will look up to you.”

So she did.

She had buck teeth that stuck out so far she could stack pennies on them. She didn’t mind though, because her grandmother told her, “Smile big and the world will smile right alongside you.”

So she did.

She had a voice that sounded like a bullfrog being squeezed by a boa constrictor. She didn’t mind though, because her grandmother told her, “Sing out clear and strong and the world will cry tears of joy.”

So she did.

It goes on. Molly Lou Melon has a couple of shortcomings that would bother anyone else. But not Molly Lou Melon. She just smiles and deals with everything like a trooper. That is until she moves away from her home and her grandma to a new town. That’s when the school bully, Ronald Durkin, decides to make fun of her. Can Molly Lou Melon still keep her wits about her in the face of this new trial now that her grandmother is not around? Well, I guess you’re just going to have to read it and find out for yourself how Molly Lou Melon handles it.

I highly recommend this book for as yound as Kinder. Phillise is in 1st grade and she loved it. When school resumes, I am goint to read this to my class because some of the kids in the school tease some of my sudents from time to time becuase they’re in Special Ed. If you know of any child experiencing this or something like this, I would suggest that you go and pick it up from your local library or bookstore.

Check it out!

Happy Birthday, Phillise!

I cannot believe that my baby is 7 years old today. My, how time flies! I love you little brown lady. Happy Birthday!

Trying To Row A Luxury Cruise Liner With One Oar…

is akin to what I’m doing. I feel like I am stuck up the proverbial creek without a paddle. Firstly, I still really don’t know what I’m doing. I‘ve just recently learned the programs I am still in the process of learning the programs. Not to mention that I am not the most confident that I could be.

I know that I just wrote another post entitled “Time to get my sea legs“, but the truth is the truth. Although I can feel something good in the air, the fact remains that I am still in the process. The good part is that I am putting different organizational efforts into place, as well as getting help from my Math Coach, my Literacy Coach, and the Peer Assistance and Review ( a program through U.T.L.A. & L.A.U.S.D.that pairs mentor teachers with new, and/or struggling teachers).

So, I’d just like to say that it’s not enough to simply “feel” a change coming. You have to make a change happen by studying, seeking to better yourself, reading, praying, etc. Change does not come without struggle. Think about it!

Until next time people.

Time To Get My Sea Legs!

For the past couple years, I have felt like an new, unlearned sailor who has not yet gotten his sea legs. He feels sick, new, and unsure of himself. This has been my feelings. This is unusual for me because I am usually a very confident person. I can go into almost any situation feeling like I can conquer it and make small work of it. However, that’s how things used to be; things are different now, and have been for the past 1½ years.

I don’t know if it was because I was at such a distinct disadvantage when I started school because I didn’t have a teaching position yet, or what. All I know is that my confidence has been sapped from me. I have my moments. That is the problem, because that’s all I have is moments. My confidence is not ever present like it used to be. However, that is now changing. The time of feeling like an incompetent idiot will soon be put behind me. Why? Because I feel it in the air. Life is cyclical. We, as human beings, go through cycles. Sometimes we’re up; sometimes we’re down. Just like the sea.

I have been on the downside of things for the past couple years. Now, it’s my turn to be on the upside of things. It’s my time to get my sea legs; to stop rising and falling (hard). I have been putting forth great effort, now it’s time to be rewarded. It’s time for me to be steady.

enVision Math (L.A.U.S.D.’s New Math Program)

I am in love. No, I’m not talking about my husband. That goes without saying. I’m talking about the new Math program being adopted by L.A.U.S.D. I just returned from the training and cannot wait to put this program into place in September. It is wonderful. It’s called enVision Math.

One of the things I hate the most about the program that I use now is the gigantic T.E. I hate lugging it home. What I like about the new program is that there are a series of small T.E.s. Now, that will not be a problem. I like the way it’s set up. It’s almost the way that I teach Math right now. I felt good. It was validation for me with the current instructional strategies that I use now.

If you are in L.A.U.S.D. you will have the privilege of being trained for this. If so, tell me how you like it.

Until next time people!

Snap Back To Reality!

Well, I am back at work. Today, an all day faculty meeting working with grade level. Tomorrow, Math training.

When I was a housewife, I never thought that I would be anxious to return to work, but I am. I had two weeks of rest and relaxation. I spent time with with my husband and my children. I cleaned. I did laundry. Now, I am back at work. The children aren’t back until next week, so this will give me time to clean up my classroom, move stuff around, and get some paperwork in order. So, I need to go back to the meeting.

Until next time people!

Pinkberry Is Fantastic!

I just recently tried Pinkberry and let me tell you that I am hooked! I usually shy away stuff that’s really hyped until it dies down. Well, I decided to try it and am so happy that I did. It is absolutely fantastic! The pomegranate flavor is to die for! The fruit is so fresh. I have decided that this will be my treat to myself when I do something good. I guess I’m going to have to do a lot of good stuff so I can treat myself.

Author Spotlight (Patricia McKissack)

“To me, reading is like breathing; both are essential to life.”—Patricia C. McKissack

Those words resonate with me very strongly. It’s like she wrote my words. I love her work.

Another thing, isn’t it funny, not ha!ha! funny, but ironic kinda’ funny, that I’ve had various books of this author for years and never made a connection with all of the books that she’s written and that I own. I mention this because I recently reviewed one of her books, The Honest-to-Goodness Truth and didn’t realize that I own a couple of her other books:

• Mirandy & Brother Wind
• Flossie & the Fox (A 2nd grade OCR story)

Here’s a link to an interview with her. Click here if you’d like to learn more.

White Socks Only by Evelyn Coleman

** Warning- This post is kinda’ long **

White Socks Only (1996), written by Evelyn Coleman and illustrated by Tyrone Geter, was one of my purchases from the AEMP training.
When I first saw it, I thought the cover was cute, but thought the title was a little odd. White Socks Only? What does that mean? However, one look at the front cover and you could pretty much tell what it was about.

Since the front cover was very inviting, I decided to open it up and see what the inside held. So, I opened it up and read. I’m happy to say that I was quite pleased with the content as well.

The book begins with the main character asking her grandmother if she can go to town by herself. Her grandmother tells her that she can go to town by herself when she can do some good.

Readers are then treated to a flashback of the grandmother’s when she decided to go to town by herself. She wanted to see if it was true that you can fry an egg on the sidewalk when it’s hot. So, she dresses in her Sunday best- her white Sunday school dress, her white socks and her shiny black dress shoes- and sneaks into town by herself. Of course she can’t leave without the eggs. So, after she’s finished dressing up in her Sunday best, she puts an egg in her pockets on either side of her.

On her way to town she passes a cast of characters, some of whom her grandmother has warned her about; most notably Chicken Man. Some say that he practices black magic; that he turns folks into chickens if what they’re doing isn’t right. She didn’t want him to think that she’s doing anything wrong, so she started walking faster, with her arms held out, so as not to break the eggs.

When she gets to town she has to hide from her mama’s friend Miss Nancy, who tells her mama everything. She hides behind a tree. However, in the process she breaks one of the eggs, which messes up her white dress and runs down her leg; making her a sticky mess.

However, she’s determined she’s going to complete her mission. So, she goes right over to the statue of the horse and cracks her remaining egg right on the horse’s leg, and spills its contents on the concrete. That’s when she sees it start to cook. She jumps up & down happy that she’s completed her mission. Now, she’s ready to go back home. She’s accomplished what she set out to do. But she has a problem. She’s sticky and thirsty. She needs a drink of water. She steps right up to the fountain that says “Whites only”. Well, since she has on white socks, she knows that she has to remove her shoes to take a drink. She’s not silly, after all. So, she removes her shoes and steps up to the platform to take a drink in her white socks. That’s when a big white man comes up to her and decides to teach her a lesson for drinking out of the “Whites Only” fountain. She’s confused. She doesn’t understand what’s going on. What is all the fuss about? Why is there a crowd gathered? Why is this strange man trying to whip her?

She cowers on the ground as he takes off his belt to whip her. What happens after that is something that shakes the whole town up. If you’d like to know what it happens, check it out at your local library or bookstore.

I read this book to my class, giving them a choice between this and another book, and they chose this one. I told them the book would take longer than five minutes to read, so I would read half after recess and save the other half for after lunch. However, once I tried to stop reading because time was getting short, they practically begged me to finish reading it. That should tell you how good the book is.

My class ranges from 2nd- 5th, so I’d say that’s a safe age range. I would even say that junior high school and high school students would enjoy having this book read to them in the right context, like Black History Month or some other project. Pick it up. You won’t be disappointed.

Not Too Old!

My father in law visited a coupple of weeks ago. He’s a great person to talk to. He’s a great listener and always has something useful to add. Anyway, I was talking to him about my oldest son having a fire lit under his behind to do something when he came up with the solution- have my son go to the Air Force Reserves. My father-in-law is himself a product of the Air Force, so he is the perfect person to tell my son all about it.

I am forever grateful that he cares enough about our concerns that he would take them seriously enough to intervene and talk to my son. So, after we talked about my son, the conversation turned to me and my plans. He wanted to know if I planned to get my Ph.D. sometime down the road. I told him that I’d think about it, but at any rate, that it would not happen anytime soon; maybe when Phillise graduates from high school in 11 years. It’s a lot of work trying to finish up school while raising a family and teaching full-time. Teaching is enough work in itself.
“I’ll be a little older than I am now,” I told him, “but if I decide to do it, I’ll just do it because it’s never too late to do what you want to do”. It’s only too late if you’re taking your last breath.

“Okay,” he said.

We continued talking about how I was a little worried about my son, but not too much since I graduated late myself. I did not receive my B.A. until I was 36 years old. Furthermore, I will receive my M.A. two months before my 39th birthday. Not as late as some people, but still later than I wanted to do it.

No matter what, I want to impress upon my son that it’s never too late; that there’s always someone older than you. I’ve always gone into a class thinking that I was going to be the oldest one in there. It only happened once. At APU, I had two classmates, Archie and Claire, who were 62 and 69, respectively.

I said all that to say that it’s never too late to do what you want to do. I knew that I wanted to teach over 11 years ago, but did not do what I needed to do until May ’07.

My son is taking a little long to get his act together, but I can’t be too worried. I talked to him and told him that I didn’t want him to follow in my footsteps and have children early; that I want him to do more than what I’ve done; be more than what I am. I think that is every parent’s wish for their child. That’s definitely mine for my children.

So, for anyone reading this who doesn’t think that they can do it; who think that they’re too old. I’m here to let you know that you are not. I did it. So many others before me have done it, and so can you.