Keep people on their toes, never let them figure you out. Life is more entertaining that way.
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My philosophy for teaching–don’t think about it too much
This sums up my approach to teaching, especially my first year.
Now that I’m in my third year . . . no, this still rings true.
(I do think about it, really, but it’s impossible to judge just how a lesson plan is going to go. Every single day . . . impossible.)
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Food should be fun, not measured
Yes, my attempts at measuring portions to lose weight showed up in my writing. As you can tell, my diet hasn’t been going well, especially during the Christmas season.
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There is a use for anger
At our school, we lost a fantastic teacher to cancer this weekend. Along with the grief and feelings of loss, some are angry.
Anger can be useful. Build, improve, and resolve a problem. Right a wrong.
Do something good. Use that anger.
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Boys and injuries–like chocolate and peanut butter, they just go together
I’m a mother of five boys. Injuries just happen, especially if there are several boys. Before they’re reached their teenage years, each of my sons has been clanked and clonked and dropped and slammed multiple times. Even my quietest, most sensible son has had stitches for splitting open his thigh by merely tripping over a wheelbarrow. (I saw it happen, otherwise I never would have believed it.)
It’s remarkable how much damage can occur to/by boys simply by running to the kitchen when dinner is ready. My youngest son is now eight, and even though he’s fairly mellow, there will be injuries before he’s an adult. I keep my insurance card handy at all times.
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Some people are just hard to figure out
I really enjoyed Pere Shin, and I hope he tells me more stories so I can write another book about him. He feels like a friend I’d forgotten about and recently found again.
In many ways, this description of Pere reminds me of my job. Sometimes after a class I feel a little like this. (I’m an introvert at heart; teaching–which I love–is also exhausting!)
And, to be fair, I think a few of my students think this about me as well:
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Because the sky is rarely blue. Take a look outside.
Like a bee stuck in honey
Spring air demands appreciation (I know it’s Thanksgiving, but I’m grateful for Spring!)
Actually, it is . . .
Anytime we make simple, generalized statements about how something “is,” and ignore the variables that prove otherwise, we take away knowledge and the freedom to question the assumptions.
The sky is not blue. There’s always so much more going on. And even the blue is an illusion. So the really worry is, why do we pretend it’s only blue?
