Saturday 20. October 2018

Finally feeling as though I’m getting enough of the hang of working outside the house that I may be able to get back to writing and reading some blogs again.  Still working on getting my inner clock changed around, guessing after over 20 years of being a night owl that it’s going to take more than a couple months to become not so much of a night owl. 

Have really taken to doing this whole teachers aide thing.  I work mainly with three sixth graders, but help out with the entire class as needed.  Also have lunch duty with sixth through eighth grades, study hall with about a dozen sixth graders and after school recess with preschool through fifth grade…thankfully there are three of us doing the after school recess, those littles are dolls but take a lot of energy. 

Learning a lot in the sixth grade, things that I either no longer remember learning or things that are new to me…guessing a little of both.  Social Studies and PE are pry my favorite at the moment, something I definitely wouldn’t have said in sixth grade.  In Social Studies we are learning about different cultures, next week the kids start a project where they learn about the cultures in which they came from…sounds fun but with my three boys, the thought makes my head start to throb…hard headed them and hard headed me…we have our moments where we butt heads so to speak.  The trobbing head comes from knowing the project has to be done on Google Slides and the last project I helped with having to use Google Slides, yeah….I can’t do Google Slides, give me a piece of paper or poster board! 

A few days ago the kiddos had to run the mile in PE.  Want to confuse sixth graders?  Call PE, Phys Ed…they will argue until you explain it’s short for physical education and thus PE…  Watching these kids stress for days about the upcoming mile run reminded me of the same stress knowing that damn run was coming up.  These kids had it easy though, Mr. S let them walk a bit as needed, we weren’t allowed to stop jogging or we started over.  Times have changed.  Also Mr. S ran with them, Mr. C never ran with us.  That had to have been a good feeling for the kids to have the teacher join them.  I walked a half mile during their run and tried to help encourage them to keep it up.

Lunch may be my favorite time of day…have made some great friends amongst the teachers and aides and enjoy 30 minutes of laughter and swapping stories with other adults.  It’s still kind of odd to be working with people who went to school with our oldest, two graduated with and a few only in the few years before she graduated.  Some days it makes me feel a bit old but the kids have assured me that I am somewhere between the age of 1 and 99…so guessing I can be whatever age I choose. 

The house has taken a toll since I’ve begun working at the school.  Spent most of the day today cleaning and washing bedding and dishes…swear the dishes are never done.  Starting to feel like some progress is being made.  Bubba and I went out a few days ago to finish picking all the gourds and pumpkins, today Old Boy took the tractor and mower and knocked everything down.  Had hoped to get the flower garden done this weekend but we’ve been hit by a cold front accompanied by an ugly wind…hopefully we’ll be able to get it done before winter hits.  We’ve already had snow…the earliest I’ve ever seen, so who knows when winter will hit. 

Anyhow…hoping to finally be back to it.  Hope all is well with all! 

melmpf

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Monday 10. September 2018

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.

melmpf

Out And About

The Boy and I will be heading out on a day trip tomorrow with one of my favorite cousins and her girls!

(Discovered this oldie of The Boy and I earlier this evening…neither of us like to be pictured…so it’s very rare. )

Excited for the day, even though she is making me be up and functioning by 8, about 7 1/2 hours from now….I’ve been a bonified night owl for a couple decades plus…told her I’m going in my robe and slippers…she said I was goofy, thought I was being rather serious!

It was time to get out and do something fun with The Yahoos before it’s back to school next week.

Will share some fun shots at day’s end tomorrow.

melmpf

Father and Daughter

I have a handful of photos of Old Boy braiding K’s hair over the years…when she was very young she told her he learned to braid hair while in the marines. He was never in the service, but a continuing family story none the less.

melmpf