#dontblink

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How many blogs have I written since last summer about this time?  Maybe 3 or 4 ... time gets away from me, though I find myself bored out of my mind during summer break.  I am on day 5 with my kids at home and I've already started contemplating the "I'm bored" box of ideas --- more for me than for them.  I made the mistake of buying Minecraft for their iPods, and that will keep them busy all day long if I let it.

Someone please tell me that there is a point where they can "win" Minecraft and it will no longer be fun and interesting?!

We can only spend so much time at the pool with scares of skin cancer, ear infections, and toe blisters abounding.


I ran into some friends at the pool yesterday and one recommended that I join her brood for some outings this summer.  Sounds like a fabulous idea until you start thinking about it.


Outings mean I have to put on real pants.  And drive.  And spend money.


I know, I'm worthless.  If my kids appeared to need things to do, we would go.  I think it is Newton's Law of Parenting that once I plan something and find somewhere to go, they are BFF and are getting along perfectly.  (That also falls under the Law of cuts and boo boos on the face the night before school pictures.)  But maybe we will venture out this summer a few times.


Easter 2011
Today the plan involves traveling to Party City to buy wants and needs for the upcoming TENTH BIRTHDAY!!!  What???  I know, it's hard to believe this little nugget is going to be 10 in exactly 10 days.  She is slipping nicely into the double-digits, complete with size 6.5 foot, a 28AA bra, 60 inch legs, and attitude for miles.  I raise a glass to all the mothers of tween everywhere.  My colleagues at work have already warned me that this is only the beginning.  And I'm fairly certain her little brother, who has been her go-to guy for almost 8 years, is completely unprepared to handle the changes we are experiencing.  He doesn't like knocking on the door before entering, he doesn't like secrets among girl-friends, he doesn't like mood swings.  I feel for him.  I just keep telling him that this will pass ... and the reward will be cute girls coming over to visit with big sister.  And maybe he will get some dates out of it. ;)

Heather's Graduation 2014

I'll keep holding onto the itty-bitty bits of my baby girl that are still simmering under the surface.  Because before we know it, this will be her.  In 7 more years.  And if the next 7 go by as quickly as the first 10, I should start missing her now.


And for those of you who follow my blog and know me very well, you know/remember what today is.  My least favorite day of the year.  9 years.  9 years of missing my daddy.  9 years of wishing I could hug him again.  9 years of watching things happen in my life and thinking, "Daddy would love this."  And my niece's graduation was no exception.  I spent the entire graduation ceremony thinking, "He would be so proud," or "He would be screaming the loudest," or "He would have thought to sneak in that air horn."  Heather and PawPaw were always very close; I hate that she only had him for 9 years.  I can only hope that she realizes how pr
PawPaw and Kendall 2004
ecious those memories are and how special they are ...

I miss my daddy ...

At your age ...

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I just returned from my annual check up for the old Earth suit.  Earlier in the week I went in to have blood drawn so that, perhaps, the doctor could explain to me why I'm 1) so tired, 2) so forgetful, 3) so head-achey, and 4) so prone to gaining weight.

Honestly, I was secretly hoping there was some sort of issue with my thyroid (I know, seems crazy after being so pissed at the vet for wanting to run the same panel on the cat …).  Then I could blame my complete lack of will power and utterly pathetic weight gain on an actual "issue" and not just on myself.

Alas, I left the office knowing a few things about myself.

I have gained, yet another, 2 lbs.

My thyroid is functioning perfectly.

It is time to schedule my first mammogram.  Because I fall into "that age range."

I have ridiculously high blood pressure, particularly for someone of my "age."

I, conversely, have amazing cholesterol levels.  My good cholesterol is the highest the doctor has seen for someone "at my age."  I will take responsibility for that as I'm so careful about including good fats in our diet.

My B12 and D are low.

My red blood cells are larger in diameter than a regular person's "my age."  I should curb my drinking because it may be affecting my blood.

I need to start reading labels and watching my sodium intake.  (How do you read labels on things that don't have labels?)

I should get my eyes checked.  That is something that should be pretty regular for "someone my age."

So, I left the office with a prescription (well, 4) for blood pressure meds, a banana a day, my migraine preventative/sleep med, and homework to take my blood pressure twice a day for a week.

I hate feeling like this.  Like no matter how hard I work, my body just won't do what I want.  Things used to be easy.

Getting old sucks.

PSA from your child's (possible) future teacher

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Yes, I chose this profession.  Well, actually, it chose me, but only another teacher understands the impact of that statement.

Yes, I get multiple breaks within my "work year."  And yes, that is a "perk" of my profession.  However, had you been surrounded by the walking hormones I shared my day with today, you would understand the requirement of said breaks in order to keep teachers from locking their students in small closets.  I equate it to an animal mother eating her young.

Yes, I work in one of the best schools in Cobb County.  Am I thankful for the job?  Absolutely.  Do I love my kids?  97.5% get unfaltering affection. Do I have abundant parental involvement?  To a fault.  Do my kids perform well on standardized tests?  Who gives a rat's patootie?!  (But yes, they do.)

Yes, God has blessed me with the ability to deal with 8th graders when even their own parents want nothing to do with them.  Yes, I have an exorbitant amount of patience, which is currently wearing very thin.  However, that does not mean that parents shouldn't have rules.

So here are the top 10 rules for parents of middle school students.

1) Your kids need pencils.  Nice wooden ones.  Oh, and paper.  Your job is to provide these things... Not mine.  It is also unfair for your kid to depend on his charm to get supplies from classmates.  Buy school supplies.

2)  Your kid has homework.  Every night.  Yes, it may even be 2 hours of homework.  And flipping flash cards or studying (not reading) notes is homework.  Every.  Night.

3)  Along the same lines, do not go into a parent meeting with ,"He tells me he is doing his homework.  I mean, he's just in his room (with his cell phone and xBox)... And I never check on him. But he says he's doing it."  Check on the homework.  Often.  My little people are still very naive and trustworthy, but I still scan homework as needed.  Do it.

4)  A personal life is integral to a middle schooler's existence.  However, charm and wit will not pay the bills.  There has to be a balance.  Encourage sports and friendships, but equally enforce the importance of grades.

5)  Be informed.  When I don't know something is going on with my own children, I know it is my fault.  For not reading the newsletter or checking the school website.  You birthed your children.  It is your job to check on their assignments.  Teachers have around 175 students to keep track of while at work.  We don't mind keeping track of what they do at school.  In our realm.  But if we take the time to schlep through the papers, enter the grades, provide the test retakes, enter the grades, and update the blog, you need to make it part of your day to help your child follow up.  It is a symbiotic relationship.

6) Get the facts.  I'll let you use your imagination on that one.

7) Talk to your kids.  I know most parents do.  But ask about their day.  Ask about their friends.  Ask about their teachers.  Even when you get the usual, "nothing," it's still important to ask what your child learned that day.  Not only does it keep you informed on what's happening at school; it also allows your kid the chance to share (ie. restate, teach, or summarize) what was learned at school.

8)  Realize that the teacher is not the enemy.  I promise.  So please don't come in to meet with her in attack mode.  I spend more time than you care to know listening to other teachers talk about how much they do care.  I sometimes find myself wishing I didn't care as much as I do.  There are times when some students and their problems keep me awake at night.  I promise.  And I know I am not in the minority.

9) Please, in the name of all that is holy, stop giving excuses for your kid.  I know every kid has his quirks or issues.  Trust me ... I get it.  But giving excuses for every action (or lack of action) only gives your child more power.  If he didn't do his homework, make him own it.  If she didn't study for a test or didn't manage her time wisely, let her suffer the consequence.  Providing an excuse for every wrong-doing only makes the slacking easier.  My favorite students are the ones who greet me with a straight-up, "Mrs. Morris, I didn't study.  The new Call of Duty came out Nd I played all night."  I also like, "Mrs. Morris, I went to the Miley Cyrus concert last night and didn't study."  I can't even get mad if she says it was worth the F on the test.  Because it was honest.

10) Your kid is my kid.  I never forget that your kid is the center of your world, just as I hope my little people have teachers who feel the same.  I call them my "kids," much to my own offsprings' chagrin, because I spend more time with them than their parents do during the school year.  I know what they want from life because I ask.  I don't care if they like me as much as I like them; I have plenty of friends.  I show them respect because I expect the same from them.  I want them to be successful.  I want them to achieve.  I want them to hand friends.  I want them to be happy.  Well, as happy as a hormonal 8th grader can be.  But I will not lower my standards to make life easier.  And please don't ask me to.

As we embark on our final 2 days before Spring Break, I will try to hold back the tears behind my lids caused by stress.  I will hold me tongue when your child doesn't behave exactly as I expect.  I will contain my angst when he refuses to sat in his area, get to class on time, or keep his hands to himself.

And I will pray that after Spring Break, the kids will return with the attitude to make it through the rest of the year.  Because high school is coming.  And then the real world.  And there are not many second chances in the real world.  There are no IEPs or accommodations.  So be prepared and prepare your child for the real world.  Do it.  It's your job as a parent.

Wow ... you must be so patient ...

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... Nope... Just crazy.

When people ask me what I do and I tell them I'm a teacher, they always act shocked.

"Oh, bless you."
"I could never do that."
"That takes a calling."
"I can't imagine dealing with other people's kids all day long."

And then I tell them I teach middle school, and they're all,

"Wow, how do you handle the attitude?"
"You must be asking for punishment."
"Middle schoolers are so disrespectful; how do you handle them?"

And then I mention that I teach special ed 8th graders.

And I contain my giggle as their faces contort and twist into expressions of shock and disgust.

Seriously, people, it's not that bad.  The horrors and nightmares you have contructed in your mind are nothing like my days.  Well, not entirely.

If anything, the kids are the reason I stay in teaching.  And the super awesome people I work with.

So why do I do it?  In these days of crappy health care, budget cuts, growing class sizes, and more focus on test scores, why do I stay in the classroom?

Trust me, I hear this question almost as often as I see the contortion in faces.

Most days, if you ask me, I can't come up with a reason right away.  My reasons are difficult to put into words.  Especially is you ask me on a day when I've had meetings, essays to grade, and parent phone calls to return.  Especially if you ask me after my small group language arts class which, 4 days out of 5, feels like a 3-ring circus.  Especially if you ask me after a lesson that I have spent hours writing fails miserably because of lack of interest or behavior problems in the classroom.

But there are glimmers in a day ... moments of enlightenment ... and I am reminded ... reminded of what brought me to teaching.