Tuesday, March 28, 2017

It Was a Good Day... Slice of Life 3/28/17


First day back from spring break, I wasn't sure I was ready. I love seeing my students, of course, but I was tired. This puppy business makes me feel like I have an infant once again. Sleep is elusive. House training is frustrating. Yet, she's adorable and our break was over, so off to school I went.

The day began a bit rough. I should have gone in over break and made copies. Instead, I naively told myself that I could quickly make copies at the start of the day. Which would be fine if a good portion of the teachers in the building hadn't had the same idea. So there was a line, and the machine was jamming, so I revamped.

School started, my students came in, and we did the Status of the Class. I could quickly see the majority of them had read quite a bit over break. I let them know I was impressed. 

The rest of class found us sharing book talks, heading outside for a quick write, looking over mentor texts for our poem about age, and brainstorming what might be included in our own. And this happened two more times. 

After school I got to play with Leia and Rosie, visit with my mom, and then quickly ran to Champaign with Luke. There we took a quick trip to the bookstore and swung by Starbucks to cap off the day with a bit of perfection. 

While it might have been a Monday, it can't get much better than that. 
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Monday, March 27, 2017

The Water - Slice of Life 3/27/17


When I was small, I was afraid of the water. I remember swim lessons where they'd ask me to dunk my head, pick up a ring. My toes were made for the job, seeking out that ring, curling around it, bringing it to my hand as my head stayed dry.

Yet, one day, I finally got my courage, took a deep breath, and went under. I remember opening my eyes and looking around, amazed at this "other" world.

Water became solace, water became comfort, water brought me joy.

My astrology sign, if you put stock in such things, is Pisces. Maybe it was predestined that I would have such a connection to water, maybe it wasn't. I just know the connection is there.

Once I got over my fear of dunking my head, I became a fish every summer. I'd spend days at the pool with my friends, hours swimming laps for swim team every morning. The sound of the waves on the beach would sooth my soul in a moment, as did gazing out over a lake or a pond.

As an adult, I live for time near the water. My favorite vacations center around a beach. If I could somehow magically transport my town to be near the ocean, I'd be in heaven. Instead, I treasure the time that I do see that glorious expanse of the horizon, the birds calling overhead, the smell of salt in the air. 

And, when that's not enough, I head to the pool as I did today. 

I pulled on my goggles, set my watch, took a breath, dropped below the water, and pushed off from the wall. Bubbles raced past to me as my body pushed up to the surface. My arms started pulling me through, the strokes and breaths are instinctual, my mind knows them by heart. 

There's no fear of the water any longer, only a longing in my heart to be near it. 

This is home.

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Sunday, March 26, 2017

Classroom Environment - Slice of Life 3/26/17

I spent the evening trying to type up a grant proposal for my classroom. I say "trying" because Leia, our new puppy, thinks it is great fun to climb onto my lap, onto my laptop, and paw the keyboard. The entire process took double the time it should have, which seems about right. At any rate, I loved writing this proposal, which seems odd, I know. I loved it because it gave me time to reflect on the classroom I share with my students, to think about what works and what doesn't. To try and brainstorm what could make the space better.

To give you some perspective, this is the classroom I left last year when I left the fifth grade classroom. 




The best parts of the room were the large windows, high ceilings, and sense of history. The building was built in 1894. I loved sitting quietly with my students, thinking about who came before us in that room, who would come after. I loved that I sat in that classroom as a fifth grader myself. I loved that you could see my favorite classroom ever - my preschool Farm School from the south playground. It was a great place to teach. The downside to the room was that it was old. No air conditioning in fall and spring in Illinois is not fun. There were over forty stairs to get to the room, great for cardio, not great when you are running up and back multiple times a day. Part of me misses that room, part is glad to be somewhere else.

This is the room I moved into in June:


It is no exaggeration to tell you that I was in tears this day. I questioned what in the world I was doing. I wondered how to get any character into this classroom, to make it feel like a spot my students felt at home in. I am not a "decorating" teacher. I don't color coordinate, have cool boarders, or anything of that nature. I have nothing against that, my belief is that you do what works for you. I just felt sad sitting here, there was no history to work with. My son, Luke, figured it out and told me we needed to move in my books first. Smart kid. Once that happened, everything began to change. Here's a few photos of our classroom now:









I'm grateful to some local organizations, including our education foundation, for providing me some grant money last year to get more alternate seating in my room. I'm also grateful to my janitor, who didn't bat an eye when I asked him to get rid of my teacher's desk, several filing cabinets, and a slew of student desk/chair combos. Finally, I'm beyond thrilled that my husband not only supports my classroom, but built shelves for me this year when I realized the built in shelves in my old classroom wouldn't be coming with me. 

Classroom environment is something I'm constantly thinking about. I want every student to feel comfortable in our classroom. I want them to feel that it is truly our room, not mine. I ask them repeatedly what works for them and what doesn't. I hope that by seeking their input I end up with a classroom that works for all of us. 

What works for you in a classroom? Please share in the comments. I am always trying to reimagine what a classroom needs to be. My students help me a lot here, but I would love to learn from all of you too.

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Saturday, March 25, 2017

Disappointment - Slice of Life 3/25/17


This morning
as I blearily picked up Leia
carrying her outside
I thought of the laps I would swim tonight.

We wandered the yard
dawn just arriving
and I marveled once again
how similar a puppy is to a newborn.

Going about my day
with a crazy busy morning
and a calm afternoon
my mind looked forward to the peace of the pool.

Liam and I were almost late
so caught up was I in The Hate U Give
that the early evening snuck up on me.
I raced to get my suit on,
grab my pool bag,
he got his basketball shoes
and we were out the door.

On the way to the Y I mulled over 
the book I had just finished.
Powerful.
Important.
A must read.
I turned on Pod Save America
And stressed out a bit over the current climate.
Yep, those laps were needed.

We pulled into the parking lot
spilling out of the van.
I grabbed my bag
and we headed into the building.

Pulling up the Y's app,
I got ready to check in,
and then, 
I saw it.
A red notification on facilities.

Oh no...
my mind raced.
I looked up at the desk
while also opening the notification center
as I walked in.
My heart sank as I learned the news

The lap pool was closed tonight,
and possibly longer.
Pump failure.

NOOOOOOOOOOO.



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Friday, March 24, 2017

Welcome Home, Leia! Slice of Life 3/24/17


Last fall I began to get serious about looking for another dog. I'm a big believer in dogs in my life. As a kid I had Pokey, Tristan, and Sally. As an adult I had Bally, then Rosie. Rosie is still with us, she's only a three year old King Charles Cavalier, so why the need for another pup? I'm not sure. I've always wanted to have two - I felt like they would always have a friend at home. So, we began the search.


After many starts and stops, we found a breeder of Golden Doodles near us around Thanksgiving. The owner sent me a message right before Christmas, they had a litter coming! And, on New Year's Day, the litter was born - one girl and three boys. 

Since New Year's we have trekked the twenty or so miles to visit the puppies several times. We knew we wanted a girl puppy. After some discussion over her name, we finally settled on Leia. Rosie was named by her breeder - she is Princess Rose. So now, we have another princess, Princess Leia. 

Leia came home on Wednesday. Rosie is not sure what to make of her. Wednesday she ignored Leia while we all tried to shower equal amounts of attention on both of them. Wednesday night was rough. Leia was sad to be away from her brother, she wasn't sure what a crate was, and couldn't understand why she couldn't be with us. She cried and cried, even though Liam and I were laying in a bed right next to her crate. I took her out several times during the night. On the third trip, we had an additional visitor to Liam's room, Rosie. She wanted to see Leia and lay near the crate. Small steps.

Thursday found us having a visit to the vet's office. Leia weighed in at a whopping 19.6 pounds at 11 weeks old. The vet was impressed with her chill nature. We laughed at how she struggled to stay awake during the visit after playing with the boys all morning. (I'd like to have her this exhausted at night...small steps.)

As for Leia and Rosie, they've warmed up a bit. Leia wants to be best friends - to play and wrestle, curl up together on the couch. Rosie wants to walk near her, lay a foot away from each other on the couch, check her out from afar. While they aren't best friends yet, I'm hopeful at where they will end up in a few weeks.


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Thursday, March 23, 2017

How Lucky Are We to be Alive Right Now - Slice of Life 3/23/17

So much has happened since I wrote my slice for Wednesday. That one I wrote ahead, on Monday, because I knew there would be no time on Tuesday. See, Tuesday after lunch we packed up, headed three hours north, checked an item of my dream bucket list, spent the night in Chicago, drove home Wednesday, and picked up our new puppy. While there are likely a million slice possibilities to unpack in the past two days, I'm going to focus this one on the reason for our trip north and Friday's slice on our new puppy. 
Chicago
So a little less than a year ago I purchased the Hamilton soundtrack to see what the fuss was all about. I fell hard. There is no way to begin to estimate how many times I listened to the soundtrack. I purchased the book Hamilton: The Revolution to learn more about Lin-Manuel Miranda's process in creating the book. I've watched the PBS special around ten times. My family has begun to catch my sickness. They've already heard the soundtrack, Chris read Chernow's biography of Hamilton. In September another group of tickets went on sale for Chicago (I was presenting for Scholastic when the first group of tickets became available and missed out), I got four. WOO HOO!

Tuesday night that dream of seeing Hamilton became a reality. My family was thrilled, but I was flying. I got another monster cold, my third of the school year, because apparently I can't have a break from school and not be sick. Even a cold couldn't dampen my spirits. 
Ceiling at The Palmer House
We stayed at The Palmer House, only a block from the theater. This hotel has a special spot in my heart. My first NCTE was in Chicago in 2011. We stayed at that hotel. In the bar in the lobby I had a conversation with my friend, Colby, about blogging. He encouraged me to begin one - and this space was born. I felt like not only was I having a dream come true on Tuesday night by seeing Hamilton, but I was also getting to revisit such a special place from my past.

Chris, the boys, and I headed to dinner at a Chicago institution - Miller's Pub. After dinner we trekked over to the theater to stand in line to get in. Both in line, and in the theater, I ran into people from our tiny town. Crazy! We're from a town of 5000 people, yet at least three groups of folks were at Hamilton on Tuesday night.


Time flew and before I knew it, it was time to begin. For the entire first act I felt like I was in a dream. It was so good! At one point I looked at Liam next to me, he grinned and said, "When are the Cabinet Battles?" Which are his favorite songs in the soundtrack. I reminded him that both of those songs are in Act two. I said a quick prayer of thanks to be here in this space with my three favorite people. 

We sat through intermission and Act two began. Before I knew it, we were at the end, tears were streaming down my face, and I wished I could start the entire evening all over. Luke turned to me and said "That was amazing." Chris told me he loved it. Liam just grinned.

I didn't think it was possible for Hamilton to live up to my expectations, but it by far exceeded them. I'd go again and again if I could. If you get the chance, jump on it. It was a night I will never forget.


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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

I love my Mac, but... Slice of Life 3/22/17

Ok, I am seriously an Apple snob. It happened so gradually I hadn't even realized it. I think it started when I began teaching in my district, seventeen years ago. I came in my classroom and this beauty was on my desk...


From there my district moved on, and so did I. When Chris and I needed a new computer at home, we bought a beautiful iMac. When I needed a laptop, I purchased my first MacBook Pro. My phone, since I have had a smartphone, has always been an iPhone. I have an iPad, but don't use it. I'd love an iPad mini though. And for my birthday Chris bought me one of my favorite things - an Apple Watch. (It counts my laps as I swim!) So when I tell you the following please understand, it is coming from a place of love.

Today I wanted to pitch my MacBook Pro out a flipping window. 

I purchased a new one around Christmas. My old Pro had seen me through grad school, blog posts, articles, and more. It was a faithful computer, but was on its last legs. The new Pro came and it was a thing of beauty. There is this bizarre touch bar, but otherwise it was the same, right? NOPE. There are these stupid ports instead of anything normal called Thunderbolt 3. They really could just be called $$$$$.

I've bought countless adapters so that I can still use this computer the way I have in the past - ones to charge my phone in it, to hook up to HDMI, USB, blah blah blah. Today I needed to record a podcast for Voices From the Middle. I typically hardwire my internet when we record, WiFi in our house tends to be unreliable. I purposefully bought a new adapter for tonight - ethernet to Thunderbolt. The time came to get online and I realized it needed to be Thunderbolt 3 and wouldn't work. ARGH!

I ran and grabbed my old laptop that Liam supposedly uses now. It had no charge. Grabbed the cord, plugged it in, logged in, pulled up Zoom and nothing. It wouldn't connect. Now I remembered why I got rid of this thing.


Grabbing my laptop back, I decided we'd have to rely on the WiFi. I said a prayer to the internet gods and loaded up Zoom. I grabbed my headphones that I use for my iPhone 7, put them in, and realized they didn't work with these ports either. Are you serious? Tossed those to the side and just recorded, sans headphones.
Me, before I figured the headphone wouldn't work.

Oh Apple, I do love you so. I'm sure that the Thunderbolt 3 has wonderful and powerful reasons for the inclusion on this laptop. However, it is absolutely flipping ridiculous to expect people to shell out a ton of money (after buying the laptop) for all of these adapters. 

Deep breaths. The podcast was recorded. The conversation was excellent. I will, I'm certain, forgive Apple tomorrow. For now, I need to breathe. 

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