Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Analysis Paralysis

"I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living." -Anne Morrow Lindbergh (American writer and aviation pioneer)

I've been thinking about too much. I finally recognized this about 2 seconds ago when I realized that I was thinking about thinking. I've been busy, per norm and haven't prioritized blogging. This is not a good thing for numerous reasons.

1. My blog is cathartic. The thoughts in my head have somewhere to go, like a mini filing system that will never get cluttered. What's in my mind can get out on paper...or screen. Eh, you get my drift.

2. My blog is like a mass e-mail update. It's nice to allow people who love me to know that I love them too, I'm just blogging from beneath a pile of ungraded papers.

3. My blog is like a time capsule. I'm fully aware that I am experiencing a time in my life that is rare and I am taking the opportunity to take a Polaroid of it. A Polaroid of words to be exact. This blog will chronicle a chapter of my life that I will always cherish and long to come back to. It's important for me to remember that.

Adam and I are planning a vacation...I'm not sure if we'll really end up going anywhere, it's just fun to plan hypothetical trips. Ocean? Mountains? Who knows...

This week had been ultra long and it's only Tuesday. I've decided that it's because I planned a Gyno appointment for Monday. That, my friends, is the most uncomfortable small talk on God's green earth. That's all I have to say about that.

(When I'm 45 and reminiscing this blog, I feel certain that I'll wince and the fact that I shared my Gyno appointment with the internet. Oh, Katti....)

I finished up the first 9 weeks of school. It's flying by. I didn't believe anyone who told me it would. I love being a teacher...my job is to think, and to teach kids to think.

I've just been thinking too much. I'm going now...to be hypothetically on a beach somewhere.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Everyday Picasso

As we were preparing for our plant test last week, I was perusing through class checking various students self-made vocabulary cards. I came upon one of my students who was diligently studying and noticed his definition of the word "symmetry."

Here you shall be enlightened:

Symmetry-A place where dead people are buried.

Mrs. Henderson-"What in the world does this have to do with plants?"

Student-"I dunno..."

Mrs. Henderson-"Did you even look in your science book for this definition."

Student-"No."

Mrs. Henderson-"And why would that be?"

Student(emphatically)-"Because you said you didn't want the exact book definition, you said you wanted the definition to be in our own words."

Mrs. Henderson(holding back laughter)- Okay, I understand that. However, I think you may be confusing the word symmetry with cemetery."

Student-"OOOOHHHHHHHHHH......that's embarrassing."

Mrs. Henderson-"It'll be between you and me."

The truth is, these kids are bearing with me more than they know. I am learning and sculpting myself as a teacher, and they are my canvas. Somedays my art is unrecognizable, and some days I view it as a masterpiece.

There are so many days and moments when I feel exactly like my sweet, confused, misguided student. I just have to laugh it off and say, "That's embarrassing."

We're all in this together.




Monday, October 4, 2010

8-8-8

So, Adam just went for a jog. What a show off. He invited me along and I'm not sure I could have internally laughed any harder. Working out is truly the last thing I want to do after teaching all day.

I said here's the deal babe, "You jog...I'll stay here, eat pasta and get fat. Plan?"

I was warned that exercise would take a backseat once I started work. I've always been someone who's valued staying in shape. Heck, I did bikram yoga for almost 30 consecutive days. Yes, I intentionally went into a room that was over 100 degrees and did yoga, for 90 minutes!!! That should count for something right?

I'm still trying to find balance. I remember my mom telling me once a loooong time ago that a truly balanced life has 8 hours of work, 8 hours of sleep, and 8 hours of play. I don't know a single person that lives their life in balance.

I'm going to try and get there.