On this, the very first official day of summer, I am flying to Alaska to see my best friend Jenny. I visited last summer too, but all I wrote about was the time when Jenny and I tried to empty the septic tank of our RV and sewage sprayed all over Jenny. It was my high point of the summer but Jenny’s low, and it certainly made for a memory engrained forever in both of our brains. However, apart from the pictures of Jenny in gloves looking pissed, I never posted any of the Alaska pictures so I’m sharing some of them now. Here were the highlights from last summer:
High school teachers are goofy.
This is most likely due to the fact that we spend so much time with teenagers. Somehow their juvenile sense of humor has rubbed off on us. Or perhaps we all chose this profession so we’d never have to actually grow up. Either way, it’s kinda wonderful working with people who don’t pretend to be normal or cool. God sure knew what He was doing when He directed me to Valley Christian, a place where my colleagues would be an extra kind of wacky and weird.
In fact, just yesterday at the end of the year BBQ, I joined a table of 6 male coworkers who all began applauding when I approached. They shook my hand and said things like, “Well done” and “There she is” and “Congratulations” and “You’re the # 1 seed.” When I asked what on earth they were talking about, they explained that they had spent the last 30 minutes debating which of the female teachers would win in fights against each other. Continue reading
Memorable Class Periods
Every once in awhile teachers are given a new attendance sheet like none other. On this list are the names of kids who will make a class that will leave a lasting impression on the teacher. This year period 6 was that class. Before I tell you why, here are some of my other memorable class periods: Continue reading
It’s been quite a while since I’ve written any confessions on here. That’s partly because I haven’t had time to write anything and partly because I found out several parents of my students read this lil’ blog, and I don’t want to get fired. Kidding. Sort of. Hi, parents:)
Since it’s been a while, I’ve been doing, saying, and thinking lots of confession-worthy things. I’ll just share a few and separate them by categories. Continue reading
In March I ran the LA marathon. I’ve hesitated to write about it because A) life has been busy and B) I don’t want to be one of those people who talk about their work-outs all the time. I’m writing now because my Talbot classes are done and I just finished grading my last English essay EVER (Hallelujah for World History!), so I have some free time. Plus, I learned some truly valuable lessons I want to pass along.
These are the lessons you won’t typically read about in a Runner’s magazine.
Lesson # 1- If you don’t prevent chafing, life will be miserable. Continue reading
Lots of people struggle with goodbyes. Me? I have a hard time with hellos.
It takes lots of focus and intentionality for me to say a normal hello. Otherwise my hellos come out sounding like a martian or Fat Albert or Mrs. Doubtfire. I’m not sure why, but I just can’t seem to offer normal greetings at school.
The great thing about my job is that people will reply to me in a similar fashion. I say hello in a British accent? They’ll say hello in a British accent. I make an ugly face at them? They’ll make an ugly face back at me. I sing their name as a greeting? They’ll sing mine. I give an awkward two-handed wave. They’ll give a two-handed wave right back. Continue reading
Others draw things like this:
I’ve had this picture on my phone since November and look at it almost every time I’m having a bad day. I’m not sure if it’s the butt crack or the look of quiet desperation on his face, but something about the morbid ridiculousness of this picture never fails to make me laugh.
So, to the freshman boy who composed “Pet Island” and drew this marvelous illustration,
Thank you for giving me a glimpse into your slightly twisted imagination.
Thank you for sketching hands and feet so horribly but a bending butt with surprising accuracy.
You are one of the many reasons I love this job.
ps- Why the red eyes?