I have survived my first three weeks of teaching third grade.
I don’t really know – it’s all been a blur.
I can now understand the pressure and anxiety new parents feel. I compare it to the feeling new teachers get being around other teachers who have been there 18 years. Walking into their room and then returning to my bare room was mentally exhausting.
I still feel like I am failing.
But every day, I make the decision to try again. Try new things. I have rearranged the seating multiple times now.
I am trying to help my student think on their own.
I am trying to help my students understand their feelings and how their actions affect other people.
I am trying to help my students become great test takers – not for the mere fact that it matters on the PARCC, but just to develop great skills like reading every option and crossing out ones they know are not the answer.
I am trying to help my students form a joyful community and become creative problem solvers.
Three weeks in. It’s been the toughest three weeks on a job yet. But I am surviving. Like I tell my students as I teach them cursive (“secret code”), learning is a process and we are not going to perfect on the first try. It’s a process and we have to be ok with mistakes and failing.
This picture was from the night Max Scherzer tied the MLB record of 20 strikeouts. The Nats were playing my Detroit Tigers. I was a conflicted fan for all three games I went to that week.
Somehow over the three years I have lived in DC, I have become a baseball fan.
This is not really unusual because when I was younger, I cheered on my brother from the stands. But I was also the girl who tried softball, standing out in left field picking dandelions, and could not hit the ball for the life of me. When I was in Michigan, I was used to going to one minor league baseball game every couple years 45 minutes away from my hometown, not MLB in my city! Now I just cannot get enough of the Washington Nationals, Jayson Werth, Daniel Murphy, Wilson Ramos, and others. The chants, the food, the friends, the memories… so good.
Gone are the days of watching Detroit’s Cecil Fielder with my dad on TV, but now I know some new players on the Nats roster and try not to get too depressed about the fact that most of them were born in the 1990’s.
Going to a game by myself tonight as a celebration of one week down in summer school. I bought a $5 ticket for a 300 section seat! Thanks, RetailMeNot for the rebate on SeatGeek!
I am currently searching for a teaching job for the fall.
I also went out on my first date in a VERY long time on Memorial Day. (Side note: it was not bad, but I doubt there will be a second).
Recently I’ve recognized how similar the two are – dating and interviews. I do not consider myself very good at either. They both make me nervous. They both have great promise… with the possibility of rejection. They both are worth it in the long haul because you find out more about who you are and what you are capable of as a person.
I was talking to a friend about this discovery this afternoon, and he said be prayerful, flexible, and picky (he was talking about interviewing, but I definitely see the correlation to dating).
New life motto: Be prayerful, flexible, and picky.
Continuing my DC adventures of 2016 Staycation, I was fortunate enough to have a friend who is adventurous and willing to drive out to the VA Air and Space Museum. I was not sure what to expect. It was fantastic! Our adventure in the museum including seeing a plane that flew from my hometown in Michigan to Chicago, seeing the Discovery Space Shuttle (1984 was a good year), Flak Bait in the Restoration Hangar, a fun planetarium presentation, and a mock air traffic control room with views of Maryland and West Virginia. I did not know about the restoration hangar, but a friendly volunteer told me about it! MAKE SURE YOU GO TO RESTORATION HANGAR! They have one day a year when they open it up to the public – it’s on my list for next year!
I went to the National Museum of Natural History last Saturday. It was a holiday weekend and within 2 hours, I was ready to bolt. I went as part of an assignment for my grad school class, so I checked out their ocean habitat:
I was pleasantly surprised by a few exhibits. My mentor teacher told me about the Nat Geo Best Photography exhibit that included student photographers – one by an 18-year-old blew me away!
Thomas Goebel, age 18. Proxy Falls, Three Sisters Wilderness, Oregon
What I was not expecting was the brilliant colors, patterns, and life found in the National Geographic Into Africa exhibit. Here’s a sample of the brilliance of Frans Lanting’s photography!
I hope it sticks around because I still prefer it to an email, text, or other high-tech means of communication.
When I was thinking of where to begin my 2016 Staycation in DC, it seemed fitting to start with the building I had passed a million times by now that is right next to Union Station. I pass it each morning on my commute. The stain-glass windows are beautiful at night.
The Postal Museum has two entrances. One you can see as you exit Union Station. The other is on North Capitol in their post office. This museum is very family friendly with a scavenger hunt for kids (or kids at heart) who are interested.
PostSecret had an exhibit, which I was pleasantly surprised to see.
You can learn more about the famous postal dog – and see him stuffed! (The picture is a statue; I just couldn’t bring myself to take a picture of the stuffed dog). Postmasters gave him tags that he collected, as you can see in the picture.
Queen Elizabeth – what a beauty!
Check out the costly mistake made on a postage stamp. The name? Inverted Jenny.
I really like asking people who work at museums their favorite exhibit in the area they work. A worker mentioned there are stamps from a lot of world leaders who were asked to sign their stamps and send it back to a man who organized the exhibit. Pretty cool. Also makes me realize that people like to be recognized. Some very unique countries were represented and there’s even one with a signature thumbprint from One Pound Jimmy.
DC, definitely check it out! At the end, write a postcard and make your way downstairs to mail it at the post office.
Stop what you are doing now and treat yourself to this book.
Lauren F. Winner teaches at Duke. She is divorced. She lost her mother. She is honest that life does not always turn out the way you thought it would.
I knew I had found a kindred spirit when she talked about her inability to create masterpieces in the kitchen, her love for doodling prayers, and her affinity for the balcony at church.
“[W]hat I feared most about loneliness [was n]ot being alone, which I often ind perfect and peaceful, but loneliness, which makes me want to die, which makes me think I will die, which I will do anything to avoid feeling” (54). “Sit with the loneliness and ask what the loneliness can do for you” (56).
“I am too lazy to do what’s important, or hard, so I stay busy with everything else” (105).
I cannot pinpoint the exact thing that makes me connect and love her writing, but I plan to check out more of her books. My favorite chapter was “A Sunday morning in Massachusetts”.
Do you ever wish you could hit pause on life? It feels like it is flying by.
I blinked and somehow this is the last day of school before winter break. Winter break… I called it Christmas break today and my students corrected me.
I found it strange to tell someone “Merry Christmas” today even though I knew they were Christians and celebrated it.
What has the world become in getting so offended by everything? Facebook has become this poisonous social media platform. If I did not use it to connect with some of my former students and friends who are living abroad, I would delete it.
Can we just slow down a minute and take some time to think about what really matters?
In 2008, I heard a message that has me constantly thinking about taking life at a slower pace. The speaker, Mark Yaconelli, talked about being in the “Slow Club“. It is something his son made up and there’s only two rules: No running. No hurrying. So while Mark is trying to get his son to places on time, his son does not rush through life. He is able to notice things others miss because they are too busy.
I get this.
Living in a city is great most days. But there are times when I just want to hit pause. Can everyone slow down? Can you wait your turn for the crosswalk sign or another car to pass you?
I think that’s why I love winter, especially in DC. People slow down, stay inside with their families, or make time for what really matters – spending time with the people you love the most.