My father always told me, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all.” I’ve been looking for something nice to say since Monday. (I should mention that none of this post will be about the election.) Last night was the first opportunity I had to really sort things out enough to find those good things to say.
Last night, I went out to dinner with Hubby and Little Man. We gave our son a phone to play on, and Hubby and I chatted for the first time all week! I shared frustrations from my week, and he told funny stories about setting up 8000 flags for Veteran’s Day (He’s a vet). After hearing about my week, he suggested I order a margarita – so of course, I did! Actually, I ended up drinking 2… big ones! It was nice, actually getting to talk to my husband, I mean – not drinking heavily… though… that was nice too. 😉
This week certainly did not go well, for me. I gained 1.2 lbs. I did yoga 1 time, and I only ran 4.5 miles. I survived 2 exceptionally stupid parent interactions (what kind of parent thinks it’s okay to suggest that reading class should be an optional elective or an after-school club?!?!) I made it through a faculty meeting, a board meeting, a dinner banquet, and an hour-long meeting about how to use a telephone (seriously, I couldn’t make this shit up, this week). Hubby and I passed the job of supporting an obscene amount of 2nd grade homework back and forth between us (5 spelling sentence, 1 math worksheet, read an assigned book, read an assigned poem, study for 2 quizzes & a spelling test, and completed a 2-part project). I declared myself done for the week at 8 am Friday, when I received an email from my principal chastising the entire faculty for cracking jokes during the “how to use a telephone” meeting.
It was just an ugly week (even my principal shut herself up in her office and refused to come out all day Friday, and I don’t think she’s EVER done that before!) I followed her lead, closed my classroom door, and just enjoyed my students (note that none of the stupidity of the week really had anything to do with them!)
My students and I looked at mitosis in onion root tip under a microscope, we watched osmosis cause eggs to expand and crack. I gave them a lot of time to write in language arts this week, and I went around conferencing with them individually. I love hearing stories, poems, and information told in their voice! Of course, they (especially 7th grade) were all discussing the election on Wed, so I shared Kipling’s poem, “If.” I was so proud of their understanding and interpretation of the poem, and it’s connection to our world on Wednesday. The whole poem is essentially Kipling’s idea of what one must do to be a “man.” They immediately understood that “man” didn’t mean adult male, but as they put it “upstanding, mature, person.” Here’s the first stanza:
My kids were able to connect this to so many of our current events this week, I was bursting with pride!
I will post my scale picture, but I can’t find my phone right now. For this post, I’ll leave you with my student’s favorite line from “If.”
They had a big discussion about how triumph and disaster can be the same thing. It actually got to a point where I was able to go sit down and just let them talk. It was one of those moments when I found myself looking at my class in absolute AWE.