February, March, April, May. . . . .it has been 7 months since I have talked to you last. 7 months since I've shared my war storries and successes. 7 months since I've vented to you about how amuzingly crazy children can be. 7 months since we've last talked. Here we go - I'll try to keep it brief!
The School year finished off in Spooner with a bang. I got the kids back outside (where they belong) and concluded the year with a "movin -n- munchin" field day. During this time I also began my graduate program at UW-lacrosse. Who ever thought one would have to pay so much money to sit in a classroom with no windows for 9 hours at a time.
Once summer arrived, I immediately moved back to Eau Claire for the summer to work yet another year at the Eau Claire Golf and Country Club Grounds (the best job EVER) with all intentions of moving back up to Spooner in the fall. On July 1st, I solidified my future committment to Stephanie by placing a big shiny rock on her finger then saying something like "will you put up with me the rest of your life?" She said yes so we began looking for jobs closer to each other. . .we were just holding out to see who could get closer to who (whom?). Having both been "professional job application submitters" last year, we were well aware that with tight budgets, many schools were not refilling positions. Needless to say, job postings on the DPI website were few and far between compared to last year. In late August, we ran across a posting for a job in the Osseo-Fairchild School District. I applied, I interviewed, and now I sit writting my blog from the coaches office right outside the gym from the Osseo-Fairchild HS/MS.
I have had to carry my girlfriends casket to a cemetary, play the bagpipes at a best friends funeral, sit at my father's bedside during the recovery of his heart attack. . . . Going up to Spooner and Handing my letter of resignation to Chris Anderson, breaking the news to my basketball team, moving out of my appartment, and having one last night out on the town with Chad (for now) ranks right up there with one of the hardest things I have ever done. The relationships I established up in Spooner between random "locals", other teachers, students, athletes, and annoying Vikings fans (Chris) feels like a steel chain that I have put together and can never be pulled apart. I will always love that year I had in Spooner and yes I do miss it!
But the greatest thing about steel chains is that you can always add on. I have already added links to the chain and I am more than thrilled to be in Osseo-Fairchild. I teach 4K-8th grade PE and will be coaching the boys JV basketball team. There are many great people in this community and I they have already begun to leave their mark on me. Most importantly, Stephanie and I are now close enough to each other that we can settle in (not too much), establish roots (just bought a house and car) and get in touch with growing up (though we all know we never will). I also get to see my little godson Ayden much more often now.
I leave you with the first of many "pleasing" stories that happened just in the first couple weeks of school. While demonstrating the difference between jogging and sprinting to a group of 3rd graders, Jacob was VERY quick to point out that "Mr. Sturgis, when you jog, you look like David Hasselhoff in Baywatch"
I'll take that as a complement. . . . .I think
Much Love
Mr. S
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Woah.
Ok, so time has flown by and my last post came at the beginning of the basketball season. Now, with 1 regular season game left and being almost half way through the 3rd quarter, I seem to have lost track of time. 3 months. That is the length of time it has been since my last post. . almost. From school to basketball, from Stephanie to recreation, I probably have a story for every day. This blog will attempt to share as many of those stories . . . one sentence/phrase at a time.
Basketball = win win loss loss win loss win loss loss win loss loss loss loss win loss win win loss. If you notice, loss was in that phrase more than win. 8/11 with 1 game left. Its been fun, it's been hard, it's been a journey. As my father always told me, "the journey is the gift we are given. . .hold on and enjoy it."
I have continued to tie more shoes than anyone I know (thank you Mr. Kleinke).
I have been: Spit on, puked on, and hit. . .and told "MR. STURGIS, I WISH YOU WERE MY DAD"
I've had: Blood on gym mats and pee on the hardwood. . . and more cupcakes than a bakery
I have seen: many kids cry, more kids laugh, and teachers that hate their job. . . and teachers that love their job
I have experienced: Boring meetings, politics first hand, and what a "teacher's salary" means. . . and new relationships
I've witnessed: parents who seemingly don't care, and parents who care too much.. .and 200 little sponges soak up knowledge.
I wanted: to be closer to Stephanie and save more money than I spend. . .and be a better teacher.
THE LATEST: I recently had a mystery student drop a nugget in my gym followed by another student picking up the "chocolate squirrel" and ask "HEY, what is this?"
I have also just recently been accepted to a masters program at UW-Lacrosse for Physical Education/Adventure Education.
What I have taken from all of this is that I am may have 2 or 3 rough stories before I have a smooth one, but that one smooth story has the weight of 2 tons.
Love, love
more to come
Basketball = win win loss loss win loss win loss loss win loss loss loss loss win loss win win loss. If you notice, loss was in that phrase more than win. 8/11 with 1 game left. Its been fun, it's been hard, it's been a journey. As my father always told me, "the journey is the gift we are given. . .hold on and enjoy it."
I have continued to tie more shoes than anyone I know (thank you Mr. Kleinke).
I have been: Spit on, puked on, and hit. . .and told "MR. STURGIS, I WISH YOU WERE MY DAD"
I've had: Blood on gym mats and pee on the hardwood. . . and more cupcakes than a bakery
I have seen: many kids cry, more kids laugh, and teachers that hate their job. . . and teachers that love their job
I have experienced: Boring meetings, politics first hand, and what a "teacher's salary" means. . . and new relationships
I've witnessed: parents who seemingly don't care, and parents who care too much.. .and 200 little sponges soak up knowledge.
I wanted: to be closer to Stephanie and save more money than I spend. . .and be a better teacher.
THE LATEST: I recently had a mystery student drop a nugget in my gym followed by another student picking up the "chocolate squirrel" and ask "HEY, what is this?"
I have also just recently been accepted to a masters program at UW-Lacrosse for Physical Education/Adventure Education.
What I have taken from all of this is that I am may have 2 or 3 rough stories before I have a smooth one, but that one smooth story has the weight of 2 tons.
Love, love
more to come
Saturday, December 6, 2008
N. S. T. A.
National Shoe Tyers Association
I've reached a pivotal point in my career. A point in which I cannot take any more . . . shoe tying. Shoes that are properly tied are a must in Physical Education to ensure the safety of everyone in class. When an education major makes their way through a battery of courses, we are pummeled with educational content that is supposed to prepare us for "the field". I got robbed! At no point in my college career did they ever warn us as to how many shoes we will tie. Nowhere in my Spooner School District contract does it state that I have to know how to tie shoes, but it should. I cannot begin to tell you how many shoes I have tied. I've come to expect it from Kindergarten children but not from 1st graders.
My latest classroom rule, as of the second week of school, is to have the "good shoe-tier" in class identified so if a student needs help tying a shoe, he/she can go to them. It works very well but I still get the kids with the impossible laces that keep coming undone. My remedy to that. . .double knot the hell out of it. I have busted laces reaming on them so hard. I had one kid in class on a Monday show me that his shoes were both still double knotted on Monday when the original knot was set on the previous Wednesday. Cub scouts did end up coming in handy I guess.
This last week, I had girl come up to me during a game and ask if I could tie her shoe. Sometimes, if the game is going well and the kids are engaged, I just quickly tie their shoe for them and get them back into the game quickly. Of course PLEASE and THANK YOU must be said otherwise their shoe will go untied the rest of class. About half way through the "swoop" in "loop, swoop, and pull", I realized that this was a first grade class. I finished tying her shoe and said "wait a second, you are a first grader Jackie, shouldn't you be able to tie your own shoe?"
As she walked away, she turned back and snottily said, "Why should I? I'm lazy and you keep doing it for me."
Yes, I guess you could say I just got had by a first grade girl. The inventor of Velcro must have been a Physical Education Teacher!
Much Love
BASKETBALL UPDATE - We are 2 - 0 with wins over South Shore and Ashland this past week. We have two tough games this week against hwy 63 rival Hayward and HON powerhouse Northwestern. Hope to see some of you at a game or two this year. Thanks for the support!
I've reached a pivotal point in my career. A point in which I cannot take any more . . . shoe tying. Shoes that are properly tied are a must in Physical Education to ensure the safety of everyone in class. When an education major makes their way through a battery of courses, we are pummeled with educational content that is supposed to prepare us for "the field". I got robbed! At no point in my college career did they ever warn us as to how many shoes we will tie. Nowhere in my Spooner School District contract does it state that I have to know how to tie shoes, but it should. I cannot begin to tell you how many shoes I have tied. I've come to expect it from Kindergarten children but not from 1st graders.
My latest classroom rule, as of the second week of school, is to have the "good shoe-tier" in class identified so if a student needs help tying a shoe, he/she can go to them. It works very well but I still get the kids with the impossible laces that keep coming undone. My remedy to that. . .double knot the hell out of it. I have busted laces reaming on them so hard. I had one kid in class on a Monday show me that his shoes were both still double knotted on Monday when the original knot was set on the previous Wednesday. Cub scouts did end up coming in handy I guess.
This last week, I had girl come up to me during a game and ask if I could tie her shoe. Sometimes, if the game is going well and the kids are engaged, I just quickly tie their shoe for them and get them back into the game quickly. Of course PLEASE and THANK YOU must be said otherwise their shoe will go untied the rest of class. About half way through the "swoop" in "loop, swoop, and pull", I realized that this was a first grade class. I finished tying her shoe and said "wait a second, you are a first grader Jackie, shouldn't you be able to tie your own shoe?"
As she walked away, she turned back and snottily said, "Why should I? I'm lazy and you keep doing it for me."
Yes, I guess you could say I just got had by a first grade girl. The inventor of Velcro must have been a Physical Education Teacher!
Much Love
BASKETBALL UPDATE - We are 2 - 0 with wins over South Shore and Ashland this past week. We have two tough games this week against hwy 63 rival Hayward and HON powerhouse Northwestern. Hope to see some of you at a game or two this year. Thanks for the support!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
You Know You're Up North When. . .
40% of your students have camouflage as a primary color in their wardrobe!
This story happened just yesterday (11/4/08), speaking of which, congratulations Obama. With temps. still in the upper 60's, I find it a waste of time to still be inside. I took my 2nd grade classes outside yesterday to continue and "tweak" their kicking skills. As I do before every lesson, I plan an Instant Activity. An IA is just that, an activity to get the kids moving right away, then get their attention. We happened to be playing their favorite tag game of "Mosquito Tag" for.
Back to my first line of the blog: It never fails, every day and every class that comes into my gym has at least 3 students dressed in some kind of camouflage. This particular 2nd grade class has one student who come dressed in camo 4 out of the five days of school. Believe me, this isn't just any old camo. This kid has camo with sponsors names on it and everything. . .it's expensive stuff. Students are always required to bring their jackets to class in case it is really cold out and we still decide to go outside. This says it all. . .this student's jacket was a $100 ScentBlock Technology jacket. Why? Perhaps he doesn't want his teacher to smell him in case he is hiding in class? I just don't get it. ScentBlock clothing is the latest and greatest in hunting clothing to obviously perform it's name. His parents are clearly thinking that whether it's math or reading, no one is going to smell him.
While trying to allow time for everyone to be taggers, I finally picked Joe last. I always hesitate picking him to be a tagger because let just say that Camo Joe is a little "overactive". As soon as I collected that "mosquito noses" and handed one to Joe, he stepped out in front of the class and proclaimed "I AM GOING TO BASS PRO SHOP ALL YOUR ASSES".
WHAT? Bass Pro Shop all your asses? What the heck does that mean. Note: Bass pro shops are basically a Sports shop dedicated to bass fishing. I immediately addressed the situation dealing with the serious issue first "What does 'bass pro shop' mean?" I asked Joe.
"I don't know, they just say it all the time on the Hunting Channel when they catch a lot of fish. That's all we watch at home".
Needless to say, Joe was put in a time-out and explained that he cannot say "asses" in school let alone trash talk like that. Which brings me to my final point:
You know you're up north when - the phrase "I'm Gonna Bass Pro Shops Your Ass" is considered trash talk!
Love camo Love
This story happened just yesterday (11/4/08), speaking of which, congratulations Obama. With temps. still in the upper 60's, I find it a waste of time to still be inside. I took my 2nd grade classes outside yesterday to continue and "tweak" their kicking skills. As I do before every lesson, I plan an Instant Activity. An IA is just that, an activity to get the kids moving right away, then get their attention. We happened to be playing their favorite tag game of "Mosquito Tag" for.
Back to my first line of the blog: It never fails, every day and every class that comes into my gym has at least 3 students dressed in some kind of camouflage. This particular 2nd grade class has one student who come dressed in camo 4 out of the five days of school. Believe me, this isn't just any old camo. This kid has camo with sponsors names on it and everything. . .it's expensive stuff. Students are always required to bring their jackets to class in case it is really cold out and we still decide to go outside. This says it all. . .this student's jacket was a $100 ScentBlock Technology jacket. Why? Perhaps he doesn't want his teacher to smell him in case he is hiding in class? I just don't get it. ScentBlock clothing is the latest and greatest in hunting clothing to obviously perform it's name. His parents are clearly thinking that whether it's math or reading, no one is going to smell him.
While trying to allow time for everyone to be taggers, I finally picked Joe last. I always hesitate picking him to be a tagger because let just say that Camo Joe is a little "overactive". As soon as I collected that "mosquito noses" and handed one to Joe, he stepped out in front of the class and proclaimed "I AM GOING TO BASS PRO SHOP ALL YOUR ASSES".
WHAT? Bass Pro Shop all your asses? What the heck does that mean. Note: Bass pro shops are basically a Sports shop dedicated to bass fishing. I immediately addressed the situation dealing with the serious issue first "What does 'bass pro shop' mean?" I asked Joe.
"I don't know, they just say it all the time on the Hunting Channel when they catch a lot of fish. That's all we watch at home".
Needless to say, Joe was put in a time-out and explained that he cannot say "asses" in school let alone trash talk like that. Which brings me to my final point:
You know you're up north when - the phrase "I'm Gonna Bass Pro Shops Your Ass" is considered trash talk!
Love camo Love
Every Child has a Story!
Ok,so I have officially turned to plan C in the playbook and have figured out where I can blog on a regular basis. . .I promise. PLAN C - The Spooner Memorial Library. There seems to be no limits to my blogging here.
With basketball season just around that corner, my morals and ethics have been put to the test. I can see where many good teachers become poor, monotonous teachers by being sucked into the overemphasized importance of "high school athletics". Rather, I am a teacher, who has been asked to coach. Better yet, a coach that is teaching. . . a game in order to enhance their (kid's) lives and become useful citizens.
On with my story: Three weeks ago, I was informed that one of my students was being introduced to a Behavior Management Plan. I was rather suprised seeing as though this child has never caused any problems while attending phy. ed. For those of you who do not know, a Behavior Management Plan is essentially like training a dog - for every number of times the students does the desired behavior, they receive a reward that is pre-determined. Some educators tend to disagree with me but that is really what it is like: training a dog. Believe me I know. The great thing about it. It really does work and that is maybe why some do not like to refer to it that way. The child in particular is a new student to the district who happens to love EVERYTHING phy. ed. So what a better reward than MORE phy. ed.
After two weeks of having launched this BMP, Zach successfully achieved the desired behavior for the desired time and was rewarded with extra PE. Zach came to me Friday right before school was let out. This was his chance to have some good ol' unstructured play. I asked him what he wanted to do and let him know that he has earned this and he deserves it. He somehow found out that I was to be the boys basketball coach and asked if I could teach him some stuff about basketball because that was his favorite sport.
What started out as a basketball lesson, quickly turned into a shoot around and finally an all-out "story time" for lack of a better word. What Zack really wanted was to talk and vent. He was a kid who oved up to rural, nothern Wisconsin from Janesville where he lived in a poverty stricken home in a side of town that produced many criminals. In his words "We had our TV stolen twice and my bed was stolen once." He talked about how much he loves it here and how nice the people are. He reminded me of a miniature Eminem. He is a punk and he knows it. The majority of his BMP deals with him treating each other better.
The very next day (Monday) after our little extra PE session, Zachs teacher confronted me and let me know that whatever it was that Zach and I did, he really appreciated it. I do not know if he is excited for his next session but I know I sure am. My philosophy: Zach doesn't need a BMP, he needs someone to talk to . . . that probably goes for many kids. Teachers - you have more impact on a child's life than you can ever know. Parent's - your children just want to talk with you.
With basketball season just around that corner, my morals and ethics have been put to the test. I can see where many good teachers become poor, monotonous teachers by being sucked into the overemphasized importance of "high school athletics". Rather, I am a teacher, who has been asked to coach. Better yet, a coach that is teaching. . . a game in order to enhance their (kid's) lives and become useful citizens.
On with my story: Three weeks ago, I was informed that one of my students was being introduced to a Behavior Management Plan. I was rather suprised seeing as though this child has never caused any problems while attending phy. ed. For those of you who do not know, a Behavior Management Plan is essentially like training a dog - for every number of times the students does the desired behavior, they receive a reward that is pre-determined. Some educators tend to disagree with me but that is really what it is like: training a dog. Believe me I know. The great thing about it. It really does work and that is maybe why some do not like to refer to it that way. The child in particular is a new student to the district who happens to love EVERYTHING phy. ed. So what a better reward than MORE phy. ed.
After two weeks of having launched this BMP, Zach successfully achieved the desired behavior for the desired time and was rewarded with extra PE. Zach came to me Friday right before school was let out. This was his chance to have some good ol' unstructured play. I asked him what he wanted to do and let him know that he has earned this and he deserves it. He somehow found out that I was to be the boys basketball coach and asked if I could teach him some stuff about basketball because that was his favorite sport.
What started out as a basketball lesson, quickly turned into a shoot around and finally an all-out "story time" for lack of a better word. What Zack really wanted was to talk and vent. He was a kid who oved up to rural, nothern Wisconsin from Janesville where he lived in a poverty stricken home in a side of town that produced many criminals. In his words "We had our TV stolen twice and my bed was stolen once." He talked about how much he loves it here and how nice the people are. He reminded me of a miniature Eminem. He is a punk and he knows it. The majority of his BMP deals with him treating each other better.
The very next day (Monday) after our little extra PE session, Zachs teacher confronted me and let me know that whatever it was that Zach and I did, he really appreciated it. I do not know if he is excited for his next session but I know I sure am. My philosophy: Zach doesn't need a BMP, he needs someone to talk to . . . that probably goes for many kids. Teachers - you have more impact on a child's life than you can ever know. Parent's - your children just want to talk with you.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
A much needed visit to Altoona
With the leaves in full color, perhaps even past full color, I figured this past week was a great week to do my hiking and orienteering unit. Some teachers gave me a hard time but you would not believe how much one can get out of a brisk walk through the woods. Tuesdays and thursdays I teach 10 classes including my 5th grade girls. With pedometers being introduced this week, I thought it might be cool to see how many miles I actually walked while teaching on a tuesday or thursday. Through 8 classes, I had already walked just shy of 9 miles. Needless to say, the students and I were beat. My students are truly enjoying the simplicity of a hike.
After a great week that included my first "flu bug" of the year, I returned to Eau Claire for the opening day of pheasant season. Every time I return to Eau Claire, I am always looking to see where Altoona football is in action. Having student taught, coached and subbed in Altoona, there are many great connections that I love to keep in touch with. I stopped in at the game to initially see Matt, but had the chance to also see Altoona (Jon and Durka) finally beat up on a team instead of the other way around. . .(kidding guys). I also had the chance to talk and catch up with Ali, Ariel and Mo. . .along with many other students I had while teaching there. As I was leaving the game, I got into my car and realized how much my life has been influenced by the students I have taught and the athletes I have coached. These people, really become a part of your life and there is a sincere care that develops from your time with them. A care that says "I would do anything to make sure these young adults get the best in life". It was a bitter sweet feeling I got leaving Altoona's football field. In one way, I cannot help but miss my connections at Altoona. In another way, I am very excited to experience the relationships I will establish in Spooner. I hope all is well with whoever is reading this and you can appreciate your relationships as much as I am trying to!
After a great week that included my first "flu bug" of the year, I returned to Eau Claire for the opening day of pheasant season. Every time I return to Eau Claire, I am always looking to see where Altoona football is in action. Having student taught, coached and subbed in Altoona, there are many great connections that I love to keep in touch with. I stopped in at the game to initially see Matt, but had the chance to also see Altoona (Jon and Durka) finally beat up on a team instead of the other way around. . .(kidding guys). I also had the chance to talk and catch up with Ali, Ariel and Mo. . .along with many other students I had while teaching there. As I was leaving the game, I got into my car and realized how much my life has been influenced by the students I have taught and the athletes I have coached. These people, really become a part of your life and there is a sincere care that develops from your time with them. A care that says "I would do anything to make sure these young adults get the best in life". It was a bitter sweet feeling I got leaving Altoona's football field. In one way, I cannot help but miss my connections at Altoona. In another way, I am very excited to experience the relationships I will establish in Spooner. I hope all is well with whoever is reading this and you can appreciate your relationships as much as I am trying to!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
What a trip!
So my first month has come and gone. My classroom protocol has been established and now the students have turned to finding ways around this "ideal" management philosophy. . .and they have found the loop-holes. I shall spend the next few weeks patching up these holes.
It has been such a long time since my last blog and for good reason. I apologize and do let me explain. See, being I am a newbie to the real world experience, I cannot yet afford internet or a computer for that matter. Who would have thought "high speed" internet could cost so much. I then turned to plan B: blog from school. Well, for all those in education or any other business building where internet can be a distraction for both students and staff, the Spooner School District was kind enough to filter this blog site. I can see my blog but I cannot publish any posts. . .go figure. I even pulled out the stops and pleaded with the tech. department that the blog is my way of reflecting and will be used in my Professional Development Plan (the NEW way to get relicensed in education). With no avail, I am left to plan C: blogging from Michael's computer whenever I get the chance to be in EC. Sorry for stealing your computer Michael.
The first two weeks of school were packed with blog-worthy stories highlighted by a hot September day in which I held classes outside. Apparently, Spooner elementary grounds are great breeding grounds for grasshoppers. As I took one 1st grade class outside to play some kicking games, I noticed the students were no longer listening to me, but rather hunched around the mesh ball bag looking at something. I knew right away what they were looking at. . .grasshoppers. I went over to break up the distraction and one student blurted out "Mr. S, look, that one hopper is tackling the other", as he pointed out 2 hoppers that were um. . . mating for lack of a better word.
"You bet!" I reaplied. I was immediately corrected by different student who clearly has parents that must not hide their in-bedroom practices that well. Jacob let everyone in the class know "They aren't tackling each other. They are HUMPING". Of course, this was followed by a slew of questions from various students regarding what "humping" meant. I am still 6 credits short of my health education certification so I figured I was not qualified to answer this question. Needless to say, the rest of my management that day was spent redirecting the class. I couldn't help but immediately bust a small laugh. Loved it!
As I sit here tonight (Wed. Oct. 8th), getting ready for my first teacher convention, "OOOooooo", I am drowning in reflection on what a great month this has been capped off by an amazing day today. The kids made my day today. I have truly realized my frustrating days and weeks are when my "education" has not been centered around the kids. When I get caught up in the business and politics of it all, I begin to get frustrated and confused, but when I re-center myself to the children, my job again becomes the best job in the world. Lovelove!
It has been such a long time since my last blog and for good reason. I apologize and do let me explain. See, being I am a newbie to the real world experience, I cannot yet afford internet or a computer for that matter. Who would have thought "high speed" internet could cost so much. I then turned to plan B: blog from school. Well, for all those in education or any other business building where internet can be a distraction for both students and staff, the Spooner School District was kind enough to filter this blog site. I can see my blog but I cannot publish any posts. . .go figure. I even pulled out the stops and pleaded with the tech. department that the blog is my way of reflecting and will be used in my Professional Development Plan (the NEW way to get relicensed in education). With no avail, I am left to plan C: blogging from Michael's computer whenever I get the chance to be in EC. Sorry for stealing your computer Michael.
The first two weeks of school were packed with blog-worthy stories highlighted by a hot September day in which I held classes outside. Apparently, Spooner elementary grounds are great breeding grounds for grasshoppers. As I took one 1st grade class outside to play some kicking games, I noticed the students were no longer listening to me, but rather hunched around the mesh ball bag looking at something. I knew right away what they were looking at. . .grasshoppers. I went over to break up the distraction and one student blurted out "Mr. S, look, that one hopper is tackling the other", as he pointed out 2 hoppers that were um. . . mating for lack of a better word.
"You bet!" I reaplied. I was immediately corrected by different student who clearly has parents that must not hide their in-bedroom practices that well. Jacob let everyone in the class know "They aren't tackling each other. They are HUMPING". Of course, this was followed by a slew of questions from various students regarding what "humping" meant. I am still 6 credits short of my health education certification so I figured I was not qualified to answer this question. Needless to say, the rest of my management that day was spent redirecting the class. I couldn't help but immediately bust a small laugh. Loved it!
As I sit here tonight (Wed. Oct. 8th), getting ready for my first teacher convention, "OOOooooo", I am drowning in reflection on what a great month this has been capped off by an amazing day today. The kids made my day today. I have truly realized my frustrating days and weeks are when my "education" has not been centered around the kids. When I get caught up in the business and politics of it all, I begin to get frustrated and confused, but when I re-center myself to the children, my job again becomes the best job in the world. Lovelove!
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