5/2 May-be

Our district is doing a lot of interviewing for positions for next year.  Some of the other districts in the area are as well and so some of our current staff are looking to move to schools closer to home or just to move on to something new.  It will be interesting to come back after summer and see how the dust has settled out and what kinds of new is waiting.

I’m part of the old dust.  Not as old as some of the staff here but of an age that I have been asked more than once how long I plan on continuing to work. The answer is: for more years than I would probably wish but I’m not ready to leave yet anyway.

I like teaching, I get something new out of every year mostly because I do something new every year.  I do have some kids who return to my class because they entered as three year olds but the make-up of the group is different from year to year. There is always a new focus for learning from the district and/or my building and I enjoy being challenged to think more deeply and teach more intentionally.

But some staff my age are done – they are done – and it saddens me that for whatever reason, whether it is not being able financially to retire or not ready to let go of the routine of work, or a combination of the two, they continue to teach.

I worry it will happen to me.  I know I can let go of the routine but it will be a while until I’m ready financially.  But because of that I think I work  harder to stay positive and engaged and dedicated to this work which I believe is one of the most challenging careers out there. 1-IMG_2066


May

I liked writing April shorts – the task kept me on track to continue writing everyday after the March Slice of Life daily writing challenge.

So now it is May and my mind has been coming up with little prompts to play with:

May – marvels, mysteries, monstrosities, myths, magic, mediocrity, maps, more?

Maybe – I’ll just write

 


April shorts – 30

I finished a book today that had me pondering my growing up and the way I have defined myself over time.

Did I define myself by what I wasn’t? Comparing myself to my siblings, friends, my parents? Do I do the same thing now?

When I experiment with sentences that begin with “I am not..,” I feel confined by a sense of deficit or loss.

But when I use “I am” statements, I definitely sense more possibility born out of being a starting place rather than an ending.

The hard part is that it is easy for me to jump to the  I-am-nots faster than the I-ams.

Try it out – what statements come to mind for you?

The book is The Weird Sisters, by Eleanor Brown

 


April shorts – 29

I’ve been on my own the past few days; Mike has been out of town.  Usually I’m the one who leaves him at home.  The quiet of being home alone is what is most remarkable to me. I’ve listened to the radio and watched things on my IPAD but a lot of the time I’ve just been reading, puttering around cooking and cleaning or working on my computer. There are a lot of sounds I don’t get to notice when there is another occupant doing all of those things too.  I’ve been more aware of outdoor sounds coming in my window and movement of our upstairs neighbor.  Our cat is pretty sneaky but I seem to know when he enters and leaves the room.

I will be glad to see Mike when he returns tomorrow but it has been wonderful to be in so much silence.


April shorts – 28

We are an image saturated society and so when I am asked to design or choose an image to represent an idea or a narrative, I have countless resources at my fingertips.  However, the most essential resource is my own mind’s eye.  I try putting myself into the viewer’s place and “reading” the image as though I didn’t design or choose it.  I pay attention to where my eyes go, what emotional response is initiated, what story or thoughts come to mind or begin to connect.

And then I go away from it and come back later and pay attention again.

 


April shorts – 27

At my regular cleaning a month ago, the dentist found one of my molars was cracked so I scheduled the series of appointments needed for getting a crown.  Today was the day for the first part of this process.  I’d forgotten how much numbing would be required but knew that having my face and tongue feel 4 times their normal size was a good thing in this case.

“So you realize you need a soft dinner tonight, right?” the dentist asked.

“Yup.  Edaleen milkshake,” I slobbered with my clumsy mouth remembering the new ice cream shop I’d passed on my way in.

 


April shorts – 26

Trust

do you remember when you first learned about trust – learned the meaning of it, experienced it, exercised it?

I know I was trusting people long before I actually knew what it meant.  I trusted my parents, my teachers, my Girl Scout leaders, my siblings,  my friends.

And then there came a point in time when someone put their trust in me and the world flipped on its side and I finally really knew what trust meant!   I was on the other side of the worm hole and trust was a real thing.

How often do you think about trust now – now that you are older and take so much trust for granted?

I love being made aware of trust – of the faith I really do have in others and in institutions and in myself.


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