Found myself alone heading up north to Heritage Days, hadn’t been in a few years and felt the call of the old school house filled to the brim with local artifacts and all types of antiques. Was a beautiful day, not too hot and not chilly.
I have an affinity for old schools, having gone to junior high in the 80’s in a school built in 1918. The grandfather I never knew cared for that building for a great many years, my mom and her siblings grew up having to help after school. Feels as though it’s in my blood.
This gem used to be two towns north of us. Still miss seeing it on the corner coming into town. So nice to see it fixed up.
Visiting the 2x great grandparents just down the road from the Heritage Days.
My great grandfather’s sister and nephew as well.
Each room in the old school has a different theme.
The old stage.
The old gymnasium, can’t even imagine basketball games were once held here.
Will share more later…best hit the sack if I want to function come 6:30.
The old girl is beginning to get the hang of this having a job outside the house and having to do the daytime thing. Not loving my loss of my night owl routine, but I continue to remind myself I have the weekends, holidays and summer break to hoot owl away. Still a process, but I feel a break through has happened…didn’t feel like crying while getting ready for work this morning nor on the drive to and from…baby steps, right?
Actually have my own desk in one of the 6th grade rooms, only in there for two classes a day, but feels nice to have my own little place…for the most part I carry the few things I need through out the day, but it is nice to have a place of my own…also have a locker for if I want it for a coat or whatever, works well being it’s next to the teacher’s lounge, so just as easy to keep my lunch there and not disturb a class.
I am an aide for one guy I’ve known since he was pry in pre-school through youth group at church, so that has given me some familiarity to calm my nerves in the beginning days. I also help a few other kiddos during the classes when they need a little extra hand. Have even been given a study hall, to myself, no teacher with me. Intimidated me the first day, but it took no time to get the hang of it…about a dozen 6th graders, some of whom I knew through youth group.
Didn’t know quite what to say this afternoon when one kiddo asked my opinion on President Trump. With all the ugliness in our country from one side to the other and with people’s varying opinions, wasn’t sure what to say. When I was in the 6th grade I knew Ronald Reagan was the president and that was it, had no opinion. Gave the boy my yes or no answer and hoped to leave it at that…he informed me that he felt strongly the exact opposite. As I tell friends and family who want to start an argument with me I simply stated that we all have the right to think and believe as we do and that’s alright, one is no more right or wrong than the other…it’s okay to think differently on the same subject and leave it at that. He seemed to be satisfied with my answer, thanfully!
It is rather comforting being in such a small district. We had a fire drill today, the entire 6th through 8th grades fit (tightly) into pews of the small Lutheran church down the street from the school. Can’t say as if more than 150 people would fit into the santuary. My kids went to school here and most of the teachers and the principal were the ones my kids had, a few teachers, scary to say, graduated high school a few years ahead of our oldest.
This week is homecoming week. Dress up day today was California, we had kiddos and teachers dressed as tourists, Disney characters and Old Hollywood movie stars. Such fun! Tomorrow is Texas, so debating whether or not to dress up being we have a house full of cowboy clothes. Wednesday is Decades, chose a decade to dress up like. Thursday is class colors and we have orange. Friday is school pride day, maroon, gold, black and white. Funny thing…we are playing MY school and the school Bubba goes to now for our homecoming game. Had to bite my tongue pretty hard at the local grocery store the other day when a mother at the check out next to me said how much she HATES the school we are playing for homecoming, she was facing my back and had to see the writing on the back of my royal blue and white tshirt with the school’s name printed on the back with the name of the girls who went to state for golf this May. Hate is such a strong word which I reserve for the devil and very little else. I have a fondness for both schools, no reason to hate…school rivalry is one thing and I get that…seriously don’t recall ever having a rivalry between these two schools.
Anyway….getting used to the new grind.
This one attaches herself to me from the moment I get home and tried to head out with me in the morning. Still getting used to the new routine.
Driving to visit with my new employer…terrified to go back to work after moons of being a stay-at-home mom. Looking forward to a new adventure though.
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