Show off!

Addison spends a great deal of her free time attempting to whistle. This video captured her best efforts to date. She beamed with pride afterwards, continually repeating, "I'm a big girl now that I can whistle! But I still can't snap." I guess we know what her next project will be.

thank heaven for weekends

While I may have endured an exceptionally horrible week (there were several events that transpired this week that I am choosing not to blog about), I intend to stay positive. Last night, I pulled a "Power Thought Card" that one of my fabulous Aunts (don't remember which one) gave to me many, many years ago and it read: "I turn every experience into an opportunity. Each problem has a solution. All experiences are opportunities to learn and grow. I am safe." Wow. I haven't looked at those cards in forever plus one day, and when I finally decide to open the box again the card is completely relevant to my current situation. Some (Read: Robert) will say that those cards are so generic that their 'meaning' could be made to fit any situation. I say that I can take it to mean whatever I want...and if that one little card is going to inspire me to keep going with my head held high, then so be it. If all else fails, at least the weekend is here now. All is well in your world when you're with the ones you love the most.

education perspective

After reading the front page of today's Tallahassee Democrat today, I found myself agitated. Charlie Crist was quoted as saying that Florida needs to maintain it's focus on education by holding schools accountable for student progress and having stricter teacher standards. Relief washed over me as I read Jackie Pons' response stating that he agreed stricter standards are important, but without adequate funding, little can be accomplished. AMEN, Mr. Pons!

Can I tell you how hard it is to teach with out-dated textbooks? And if you're lucky enough to get updated curriculum, it's highly likely that you won't receive all of the necessary at one time. For example, my co-worker who teaches high school English is still waiting for the Teacher's Guide that accompanies her students' textbooks which were delivered to her back in OCTOBER. Seriously. What good are scientifically-researched, organized, structured textbooks if the teacher doesn't have the teacher guide to go with it? Sure, teachers can "wing it" and improvise, but that process will not necessarily produce quality instruction. (This is NOT to say that I doubt my co-workers ability. She is a great English teacher!)

Can I tell you how hard it is to integrate technology into instruction when the computers we have are so out-dated that daily internal system failures occur? What about when you don't have enough desks - forget nice desks, just enough desks for all your students? What about a not having a music teacher, art teacher, drama teacher, or school nurse?

I could go on forever, but I won't. I'm not intending to complain, but rather make people aware at how hard it really is to teach these days. I really, really wish that the powerful political leaders knew what all this pressure and lack of support was doing to teachers AND students in schools. They seem so out of touch. I love my job, and would like to continue loving my job. Thanks.

The Querulous Day

You know how sometimes you plan something that you think is going to be awesome and it ends up setting an entirely different tone for the day? That happened today. I made up a "Word of the Day" list back in January. Today's word of the day happened to be "querulous", meaning argumentative, whiny, complaining, fretful. (See: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/querulous) I don't know if this being the word of the day today was a crazy coincidence, but the entire day was full of argument, unrest, and whining children of all ages. By 11:00, I was ready to head home. I was exhausted mentally. I can only be called a racist so many times before I'm ready to cry. I can only tolerate so much obscenity before I want to scream back. I can only handle so much anger, hate, and distrust before I want to go back home and start the day over again. Today I wanted to do all three. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. (I think Judith Viorst is awesome for writing that book.) Some days I really love my job. Today was not one of them. My querulous students came and left, only to leave me facing querulous co-workers. I am ready to head back tomorrow and start fresh. THAT'S what I love about my job. Each day is a fresh, new start. Everyone who works there thinks that way, including the kids. It's a comforting idea.

My unceasingly-thoughtful spouse took Addison to the park after dinner so that I could get some Wii Fit time in. I managed about 30 minutes of exercise and felt much more relaxed. I also made a cinnamon crumb cake that we will be sharing with Patrick when he joins us tomorrow for dinner.

Here's to the end of another Monday. May Tuesday be far more productive and pleasant for us all.

my grown up little girl

Addison astounds me each and every day. Yesterday, her teacher mentioned that while she was playing Disney Princess songs in class, Addison would tune in to the first two or three notes of a song, and proudly declare, "THAT song is Aurora/Cinderella/Mulan/Pocahantas/etc." Miss Stacey says Addison was correct every, single time. Smarty pants little girl has an ear for music.

This week, Addison refused to sleep with a pull-up on at night, citing that they itch her skin. I can feasibly see that they are uncomfortable and chose not to argue with her much to Robert's dismay. All he could visualize was pee-soaked mattress, night after night. Luckily we found avoided the pee-soaked mattress the first few nights (we did not buy a mattress protector until today!). Addison ended up with a few accidents - two at most - which impressed me. Last night was night four of this effort, and I was beginning to feel pretty confident. I awoke around 11:30 and tried to get Addison to use the potty one more time. She refused. Robert tried again around 12:30. She again refused. We conceded. At 4:30, Addison appeared in our room at my bedside. She said she couldn't sleep. I picked her up, assuming that I would find urine-soaked clothes. When I realized her clothes were dry, I said, "Great job, Addison! Your clothes are still dry!" She pointedly responded, "Oh, Mom. I already changed my clothes and my blanket." When I questioned her further, she informed me that before walking to our room, she changed her wet clothes, put them in a dirty clothes pile, changed the protective blanket on her bed, and THEN came to our room. What three year old does that?! She's so grown up sometimes it baffles me.

I recently began a self-study. Largely, this is due to the excess time I have at school now that my fantastic intern is teaching all my classes. (Seriously, I hope my school administrators will hire her next year. She is a gifted teacher, and there aren't many people that are truly GOOD at what I do every day. Most people run as quickly as they can in the other direction!) Anyway, it's given me time to think about my teaching, my organization, me in general. So far, I've realized that:
1. I am a stuff-accumulator.
2. I have a minor addiction to online shopping.
3. I use up all my patience and energy at school and don't have much left to give to my family.
4. I really miss music in my life, singing and piano.

There are other things that I can't remember now, but it's been interesting. I hadn't taken the time to reflect on myself in quite a while...and I'm glad that I am able to know.

We have an exciting weekend planned. Tonight we have dinner to celebrate my mom's dad's birthday. He was actually born on February 29th, so today is his birthday observance. When I was little I would always write on Februrary 28th: "Papa's Birthday (Observed)". I have actually celebrated more birthdays than my grandfather. He's a mere 21 birthdays old! Happy Birthday, Papa!

music and more

The last two days at work have been rough. Yesterday I lost my cool during one class. I'm disappointed that I let the kids get the best of me, but every once ina while I need to use my teacher voice - just so the kids know that I have it.

Today my intern was out (she needed to finish her Master's Thesis which is due next week), so I got to teach again. It worked out well that today was a day off for Miriam, because it fell in line with my favorite lesson of the year: Poetry as Music, Music as Poetry. I illustrate how lyrical poetry is by sharing musical selections that vary by genre. My students always love it. This year's big hit was for a selection that Robert suggested: "Heartless" by Kanye West compared to "Heartless" by Kris Allen. Much to my surprise, most of the kids loved both versions! They were able to see how meaningful each version can be. The whole experience today was pretty powerful and exciting. Tomorrow I return to my role as observer in class. It's been a challenge, but has afforded me time to reflect on my own teaching practices and contemplate changes I want to make once I take my classes back over.

I attempted to gather suggestions for my above-described Music/Poetry lesson on Facebook and Google Buzz, but didn't get a lot of bites from people. Therefore, In preparation for next year's lesson, I ask you, my three loyal readers: What songs are meaningful/lyrical/poetic to you? Either from you youth or currently. I'll be waiting for your input...I know who you are!

We've done a lot of experimenting with crock-pot cooking lately. Tonight was made Maple Glazed Turkey breast with mashed potatoes and green beans. It was yummy. Patrick came to join us and also to watch this week's "Lost" episode. Addison loves it when Uncle Pat comes over. She dragged him to her playroom and they worked on a sticker book for what seemed like EVER. Pat is a great uncle!

Lost is on now, so I'm off. Happy week to you all!

coins, boots, shopping, V-Day song

That is the sum total of all the change in my wallet. I never use cash. Just debit or credit cards. I guess that's why I get so excited when I have coins. I love to scan them immediately after receiving them to see what dates are on them. Today I lucked out an got a 1965. The others were 1986 and 199-something. The older, the better in my book. I don't DO anything with the coins, other than spend them later. I just find it most interesting to see how old the coins are and imagine what exciting paths they have traveled before they reached my grubby little fingers. Today it dawned on me that soon enough 1986 will be an "old" coin, eventhough it doesn't seem old to me. I remember 1986 pretty clearly, so that coin can't be OLD yet...right?

Today we did a TON of shopping. Robert bought a VERY nice grey wool pea coat. Stylish, and on SALE! It was originally $300 and we bought it for $90. No such deals in the women's department at Dillards. We returned the rain boots that Robert originally bought me for my birthday. Before you think, "Why would Robert buy Nicole rain boots for her birthday?", consider where I work. My school is a series of 21 portable buildings. We have ZERO interior hallways. That means if it's a rainy day, anytime I need to go to the office or another classroom or the lunch building (it is NOT a cafeteria, we eat in our classrooms), I get soaking wet. There are small rivers that rush between buildings, following the slope of the land along our campus. In sum, YES, Nicole really did want rain boots for her birthday. The boots he picked were really cute, but did not fit over my massive calf muscles, which I was blessed with thanks to genetics. I did a lot of research (talking to my co-workers who also have rain boots), and decided to check out Dillard's stock. I got some super-cute black and white polka-dot ones. Addison also NEEDED some rain boots, so we found her some Hello Kitty ones, which also had polka-dots.
We also shopped at Pier 1, ate lunch at our favorite Chick-fil-A, and rounded out the morning at Marshall's. We stocked up on some new dress up clothes for Addy's class at school, she picked out a Tinkerbell outfit, a cute summer skirt set, and I bought two new tables for our living room. It was a great shopping morning. Addison got really mad at me in Dillards when Robert was shopping for coats, but she later said she was mad with me because she was hungry. Go figure.

Looking forward to our family dinner tonight for all the February birthdays! Yummy spaghetti, bread, salad, and birthday cake!

Here is Addison's Valentine's installment of rhyme and melody for you: