Teacher Appreciation Wrap Up

Last week was Teacher Appreciation Week, and at our school, it was delightful.

Each classroom teacher has a parent liaison. Those "EPals" placed treats in our mail boxes every morning, gave us a gift card to our choice of several restaurants, and treated us to a special lunch.

I felt well cared for and appreciated by parents and students - sweet notes, sweet treats, book marks and the like. One of my students brought a different small treat (with clever, pun-y notes) every day. I really liked this idea - it spreads out the joy for the whole week.The notes from parents and students really mean a lot and I plan to keep them and cherish them.

SAVOR: Routine

I celebrated Mother's Day with an extra son in my home this year. One of my son's friends stayed with us for the weekend while his parents were away. We are fortunate that my son has developed friendships with a great group of three guys. I would have any of them in my home any time.

The boys had a great time and I had a glimpse of what it would be like to have two boys instead of one. They fussed and jostled one another. They wound each other up - giggling, farting, etc. They talked Avengers and Lord of the Rings and Legos. It was a great weekend, but it also gave me an appreciation for our quiet life. I enjoy our routine, the relationship we have with one another, and knowing what to expect from one another. 

Happy Birthday, Dad

  

This month I've been thinking of Dad a lot. This week we would have celebrated his birthday. I really miss him.

Teacher Appreciation Week

It's National Teacher Appreciation Week. And today, Tuesday, is the day folks are supposed to use social media to give a shout out to teachers. The best shout out I can give this year is to my father.

He taught high school social studies for over 30 years for the same school. Many of my fondest childhood memories involve him in that role

• I remember drinking soda in a bottle from the vending machines in the basement of the school's original building.
  
• I remember walking through the underground tunnel between the school and the annex building behind it.
• I remember spending teacher work days with him in his classroom.
• I remember the New Year's Eve parties my parents would have at our house. Most of the guests were teachers. I loved those people.
• I remember a summer school class he was teaching when a student came up, hugged Dad, and then picked him up off the floor. Dad laughed.
• Another time in that same summer class, all the students threw paper wads at him in the middle of class. He laughed (and they cleaned up).
• As a kid, I got to play cribbage in the teacher's lounge with Dad and other teachers.
• I loved going to the school dances with him on Friday nights when I was 5 or 6.
• He sang in a quartet with the band, choir, and orchestra directors in the annual variety show. They called themselves the Golden Oldies. They would do two songs - one snappy one like Greased Lightening and then they would bring a female student up on stage and serenade her. It was the highlight of the show every year.
• I remember that anywhere we went, he would run into current or former students (or even his "hall people" - students he knew from joking with them in the hall between classes). They would shout to him from across the mall or stop to shake his hand and tell him what they were up to.

One redeeming thing about the week between Dad's death and his funeral were the messages from his students on the funeral home website and at the visitation. So many said he was their favorite teacher - that he made learning fun. And several said they went into teaching because of Dad. I was - and continue to be - proud to be his daughter. And I count myself among those students now. In many ways, I teach now because of him.

 

Honor a teacher this week.... And maybe a few other times a year, too!

I Don't Wanna

When you're a kid, you are at the mercy of the adults around you. If a parent or teacher asks you to do something, you better hop to or suffer the consequences.

When you're a teenager, you start to wonder why adults get to be in charge. The eye-rolls, the push-back and the attitude that tend to come with the teen years often kick in because of a power struggle. Who gets to be in charge of the teen's life?

Being an adult is a pretty good gig. Sure, most adults have a boss who can tell them what to do, but otherwise, adults usually get to make their own decisions. We get to do what we want.

Sometimes, though, as adults we have to exercise our maturity because we know there are things we should do even though they aren't the things we want to do. Right now I have a long list of things I don't want to do. My dear husband is trying to be helpful by saying things like, "When are you going to make that phone call." In a little voice, I mumble, "I don't wanna."

Real mature, huh? I know I sound like a four-year-old. I feel like a four-year-old when I say it. I almost wish I had a parent standing there saying, "You need to do these things today, young lady." {At my age, someone saying "young lady" has some appeal to it.} But, I have to suck it up and act my age. I am a grown up. I have to make myself do the unpleasant things because they need to be done. I know I'll feel better once they are addressed and behind me. Taking that first step is difficult.

SAVOR: Making Progress

I had two encounters at school recently that I want to savor.

In the first, I was working with a student in an after school writing program I do one day with 2nd through 4th graders and a second day with 5th and 6th. Each group is delightful for different reasons. On this day, I was working with my older students who are a delight because they are really starting to get how stories are put together. They've read enough to know what they like and how they want their story to sound. Their stories are intricate and they come up with some great moments and phrases in their writing.

One student aspires to be an artist of some sort. She wants to sing and she wants to write and be published and she is a good artist. As is typical with that age group, her brain moves faster than her pencil , so our conferencing time is spent working on filling in some of the details of the story that are in her head but didn't make it to the page.

As we were working through her story one day, she asked me what my degree was in. I told her I had a bachelor's and a master's in psychology. She said she thought it would have been in writing because I am good at it. It was a very sweet comment and it touched me. I am woefully aware of my failings and the many things I don't know. But in that moment I felt like she and I were making progress - and it made me want to be better at what I was doing for her sake.

A week later, a parent stopped me with tears in her eyes as she told me that her son, for the first time ever, was reading a book he didn't want to put down. She and I had talked at a book fair about some options and apparently, we had found a winner and she was thrilled. I was relieved. I am painfully aware that it could have gone the other way. I am aware of other times I have recommended things that have bombed with kids. But we got one right for this boy. We are making progress.

And so I march on, day after day, trying to SAVOR the moments where we are getting somewhere, where we are moving forward, and try to let those encourage and inform the moments that fall short.

Hell Hath No Fury

I despise my cable company right now. There's only one in our area, so they can pretty much do whatever they want. The path of least resistance is to accept them and their ridiculously inflated rates and their bills that go up by $10 on a whim.

I called them several weeks ago to see if I could sign up for a promotion that would get us a more reasonable rate. The rep I spoke to was very nice, found me a deal, and we were all set to go.

Then my next bill arrived. There was no new rate, no prorated bill for the transition to the new rate or any mention of a change whatsoever. So I called them.

They had no record of the previous conversation at all, not to mention my new rates. I had to ask for a supervisor because the rep didn't want to deal with me since my name is not on the account (this has never been a problem in the 15 years we have had service with these people). This is not the first time I have called, worked out a new deal, and then had to call back and start from scratch because there is no record of the call or revised plan.

I. Am. Done.

I don't care what we have to do or who we have to call, but we will be replacing our cable service with something else in the immediate future. And all my Facebook friends and twitter followers have heard the story by now, too.

Customer service matters.