June 6, 2011 - Right outside of Louisville - My first night in Kentucky
Taken on my first night in Kentucky, nearly 1 year ago. If you told me that night, that the people I would meet the next day would become as important to me as they are, or that I would love this place as much as I do, I never would have believed you. If you told me all of the craziness I would go through, simply leading up to my first day of teaching, let alone the adventures of my first year, I also would not have believed you. But it all happened, and it happened exactly as it needed to. I say it nearly every post, but I wouldn’t trade this year for anything, from the lowest lows to the highest highs, it been one of the most important experiences I’ve ever had.
1 week left in my first year of teaching, holy cow.
We made it! (at least most of us did…)
Yesterday we had our Teach for America end of year party at Cumberland Falls. I went up early with some friends to enjoy the falls before the festivities began. I can’t believe its taken me this long to make it out there, its only 45 min to the falls and they are beautiful and incredible. It was a huge reminder to me that I need to get out and appreciate this place before its too late…
I’m not ready to reflect on the year in its entirety yet, but for now will just say that I am thankful everyday that I wake up to be working and living where I do, surrounded by my friends and students (collectively some of the most inspiring people I have ever known). I was reminded yesterday, just how great so many teachers in my corps are, and how lucky I am to be able to call them my friends. Even on the worst days, I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything.
Three weeks of school left, but really only 4 instructional days, bring it on.
Finally got around to scanning my instants from the past few months. Here is a brief look at whats been going on in my life outside of the classroom.
As the winter has turned to spring, and world around me is turning all sorts of shades of green, yellow, and purple, I’m reminded of just how lucky I am to be here. This really is one of the (if not THE) most beautiful places I have ever been, and I get to wake up every morning here.
Yesterday, when I walked into my classroom, for whatever reason my New Years Resolutions post came to my mind. After a less than stellar couple days this week, the timing to think about those resolutions could not have been more important, especially these two:
“Start every day with a clean slate. Tomorrow is a new day, use every experience to better yourself, but don’t let one bad day become a bad week/ month / trimester/ year. “
“Find one good thing about everyday. Even the worst days something good has happened. “
With those resolutions in mind, I was able to refocus my day and my attitude (that was admittedly pretty sour when I first got here).
I’m realizing now (and not for the first time certainly) the power my attitude and mental framing really can have on a day. Once I thought about my resolutions, I took a deep breath, told myself today was a new day, and was able to reshape the trajectory of my entire day.
The moral of this: kids will always be kids, do not hold their actions of one day against them. Start each day (or heck, even period) with a fresh perspective, and no judgements, and the kids will always surprise you. The one who was ornery, resentful, and complacent one day will often be the one who is excited, eager, and invested the next, you just need to give them that chance.
Spent St. Pattys in Chicago seeing some of my favorite people with some of my favorite people. Exactly what I needed to give me some perspective and get me re-excited to finish this year strong. I’m so thankful for the people I have in my life right now.
Maybe its because the end of the year feels close, but I’ve found my kids asking the same question with more frequency lately: “are you going to be here next year?”
This is both heart breaking and sweet. I, obviously, respond with “yes of course!” to which my kids breath a sigh of relief and express a sentiment of excitement. Its sweet that they want me to be here, and that they enjoy my class. It also makes me sad, though. They have gone through a different Spanish teacher every year for as long as any of them have taken Spanish, and they have come to expect that inconsistency. That is not fair to them, and the inconsistancy has dramatically impacted their knowledge of Spanish. I hope that when I do leave Barbourville, whenever that is, everything is set up in a way that these kids get the Spanish education that they need and deserve.
In other news, so much silliness in my classroom lately. I’m finally figuring out how to balance laughter and fun, with productive and learning, so those things can exist together (and they can, I know they can, its just hard to make it happen sometimes). It has the potential to really push my classroom into the place I know it can go.
Heres to 9ish weeks of hard work and lots of learning. I really do have one of the best jobs with the best kids I could ever ask for.
With the start of 3rd trimester, Wednesday, comes the official mark of me being 1/3 done with my Teach for America commitment. Holy S***. How did this happen? Where has the time gone? I both feel like I’ve been here forever, and not at all. There are so many things I want to do that I haven’t even come close to having the time to do… In theory, in a little over a year, I will be leaving this place. I don’t think I’ll be ready, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave my kids, my town, these mountains.
33% done. What will I do with the remaining 66%?
Today while working with a struggling student, half-way through translating a full page all spanish story, I looked at him and said “if I told you 2 weeks ago you would be able to do this right now would you have believed me?” and with a sheepish grin of pure pride and satisfaction he responded “if you told me yesterday I wouldn’t have.” That is why I am here, that is why I teach, that is why I am at Starbucks lesson planning right now instead of watching American Idol. I will never forget the smiles and eye twinkles that come when a kid really starts to understand something and have pride in themselves.
This picture is important for two reasons:
1 - I have my dog in Kentucky with me now, and that makes me so happy. As much as I am a spontaneous person who thrives on change and gets restless easily, I am also a creature of habit, and my dog is a symbol of stability for me that I appreciate a lot. Not to mention puppy kisses and wagging tails after a long day make everything better.
2 - I am so thankful for weekends on Meredith’s farm (like last weekend, and New Years weekend when I took this photo). It’s so nice to have a place to escape to that is so calming and beautiful and full of loving people and delicious food. I love Barbourville and my job so much, but being able to leave to a place so different than here is very important to maintaining my sanity.
Oh nooo no one bring beans they make me toot!
I don’t believe in New Years resolutions, I think it is a term destined for failure. Anyone who knows me, knows that when I set a goal it is something I take seriously, though.
So, without further ado, my goals for 2012:
As the year is nearing its end, I keep finding myself thinking about this time last year… 1 year ago I was stressing about Manifest, making perfectly color corrected prints, hand binding books, buying film, traveling the country taking pictures of the rugby team, and pretending the idea of graduating college and the uncertainty that that holds was not terrifying me. I was running a student organization, walking dogs for the local shelters, fostering kittens, babysitting a lot, tutoring at a hispanic school on the West Side of Chicago, and trying to hold on to any remnant of sanity that still existed…
Since then I have: been accepted into a program touted as accepting the “best and the brightest” (does that mean I am “the best and the brightest”? I don’t think so, which is why this still seems so strange and surreal to me), lived in countless hotel rooms with countless roommates, taught 2nd grade in the Mississippi Delta, learned to wobble, moved to Kentucky with no place to live and no guarantee of a job, showed photos in China, started teaching 100+ 7-12 graders Spanish, befriended the local sandwich shop owner, ate too many cupcakes, went to a Kentucky horse race, laughed a lot, worked a lot, drank a lot, caused a ruckus up and down Eastern Kentucky (and Lexington and Nashville.), and met some of the best people I have ever known.
So what does all of this mean? It means that my life is different, a million times different than I ever could have imagined or pictured it to be. It still doesn’t feel real. I still struggle to think of myself as an adult, let alone a teacher. The thought that kids look up to me, that my every word and action can potentially influence a kids’ life is terrifying, it is also incredible. I get to wake up every morning surrounded by mountains, greeted by a group of students that are thoughtful, curious, silly, and stubborn. A group of kids who deserve the best, and I hope so badly that I can give that to them. Even on the worst days, the days where my students frustrate me, I frustrate myself, and I feel as though I want to give up, I still have the best job in the world, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Looking back, I am thankful for every experience, positive and negative, in my life that has gotten me here. So… Here’s to another year. A year of laughter, hard work, and change. A year full of friends (both old and new), growth, and happiness.
I can only hope the next year brings as much greatness as this past year has. So much love to so many people, you know who you are.