Back to School: Teacher Edition

Yesterday, the teachers in my district returned to school for Inservice. If you are not in education, you may never have given much thought to what teachers do to prepare for the new school year. (Note: It is not like the book, "Miss Bindergarten Gets Ready For Kindergarten" where the aforementioned teacher shows up a few minutes early to set up her room. That books grieves me so much that I have banished it from my classroom. Most teachers have spent days and usually weeks during the summer in workshops, curriculum work and room preparation.)

Well, first thing on our list was pancakes served up fresh from a local restaurant. Nothing says welcome back like the aroma of blueberry and gingerbread pancakes!

And then we are down to the serious business: catching up with our old friends after a summer away. Oh: and we talk about all that new curriculum stuff, too.
There was much talking and laughing and cheering. You think seven year olds with new backpacks and crayons are excited about returning to school? They have nothing on seasoned teachers who can't wait to begin the new school year.

 I am so proud to be associated with a group of such dedicated and enthusiastic colleagues. The 2010-2011 School Year is shaping up to be one of the best yet.

Let the celebration begin!

Hope Does More Than Float

One of the many gifts that D left behind for me to find after he was gone was a parallel Bible containing the NASB version (which I usually read) and the more user friendly Message Bible. I love to see familiar verses come freshly alive with the vivid description of the Message.

Today I was reading Romans 5:3-5 in the NASB:  "... we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulations brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us."

Following? Tribulations bring perseverance, which brings proven character, which brings hope. And hope doesn't disappoint, because God's love has been poured out into our hearts.

I've done a lot of reflecting on this process  as I've worked at fixing up my soon-to-be second grade classroom. Remembering where I was this time last year: only weeks from having lost D, but starting a new school year. Our Crazy Librarian stopped by my room this week and commented on how I was there in body at the beginning of last school year, but my mind and my heart were someplace very far off. And here I thought I was fooling everyone. Functioning well during the day, but coming home to sit and stare into space for many, many long hours. Glad no one was looking in my home's windows and preparing a case to have me legally certified as many bricks short of a load.

But in the back of my mind? There was always that small glimmer of hope. That hope that "doesn't disappoint" that things were going to get better. Even though I could never imagine that the cloud of grief in my heart would ever be gone. I sat through two sessions of my GriefShare class: numb the first time; thawing to reality the second. And gradually, so gradually, realizing that this trial was bringing perseverance and proven character that eventually sprouted  hope. A hope of healing that became a reality. 

I love being a teacher because we have our own calendar that is renewed each August. We basically get to start all over again each new school year. I can see the full circle of a year without D. A year spent going through every drawer, closet, nook and cranny throughout the entire house as if I was doing an archeological dig of D's life. And now I'm done.

Another full circle experience? The GriefShare leader called me yesterday and asked me to be a leader beginning in September. Well? Yes, please! If I can hold out the smallest grain of hope to anyone going through this experience, I will be glad to do the training necessary and give the time to the class.

And I close this post with the Message's version of our verse about hope:

"We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we're never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary-we can't round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit."

Amen and amen.

Feathering the Nest

Ummm, remember that unfinished classroom I showed you on Monday?
After 4 days it is still largely unfinished. Not for a lack of work.
But everything is now a lovely shade of O'Brien's Bumblebee Blue.

I had to laugh at myself that with ALL the boxes I still need to unpack and sort, I felt the need to put a new coat of paint on my shelves. (And, don't tell the other teachers: to iron my curtains with  my iron and ironing board lugged from home.) I just know that I will soon be spending  ten hour days in this room and I want it to look nice and feel like home.

I think the general population (read that: not teachers) would be amazed at the amount of time spent fixing up classrooms during the summer. We are not required to be at school for Inservice until next week, but most of us are logging some major "volunteer" time in our rooms. I know I'll go over the 40 hour mark tomorrow for the work I've done this week. But how many jobs let you fix up your work area any way you want to? (Granted: most of it is with our own money, but it is so worth it for the pleasant surroundings we create.)

The first year I taught was in the early 80s. The only supplies the school secretary would give us were a red grading pencil and ONE ROW of staples at a time. I am not making that up. In the mid-80s I taught at a school that required us to paint our own chalkboards on the wall if we felt we needed them. (They did supply the paint. But not the brush.)

The school I am teaching at now gives us a stipend for beginning of the year supplies (thank you, PTA!) Still, there is so much that a teacher must buy... without a tax deduction for the effort. But we want our rooms to be a place that our students love coming to each day. And I think every teacher at my school is successful in that endeavor.

Time enough to look over all the new curriculum next week during formal meetings. For now, I'm preparing the room to be a magical place...because we'll be making the future.

On Your Marks, Get Set....

One week until Inservice begins for teachers in my district.

This is the time that we have to face this:
A classroom waiting to be unpacked and set up.

I eased into it this morning by spending about four hours moving boxes and bookshelves around. I'm in a new classroom and a new grade this year, so I'm not sure where everything will go in my new space.  And I kept getting distracted by my new view:
A beautiful new Butterfly Garden in front of my new room.
And it seems to be working just fine.

Starting up a new room is a lot of work, but there are so many great things I'm looking forward to. Students and parents I already know and love. A new team of teachers that I admire and look forward to working with. A new room with a view. A fresh calendar for a new school year that is full of promise.

Two weeks will bring the return of my 19 seven-year old best friends. And for the room to be filled with  laughter, the smell of new crayons, and the beginning of a new year.

Can't wait!

Gone Country

Summer is rapidly coming to a close, and this last weekend I took a final road trip before the classroom lures me back to unpack boxes and staple bulletin board paper. (I'd say "move desks around", but they, alas, have not arrived yet.)

I visited different friends in the same rural area of north central Texas. It is located in a valley that is beautiful for its sweeping views and peaceful surroundings.
My first stop was at the country home of a couple who have been my friends for almost 25 years. We had our children at the same time, and walked through some of life's greatest trials together. This is a view of their porch. When I've visited with these precious friends, I always leave feeling caught up, and as if my life is sorted out. Thanks P & C for a lovely time!
A few miles down  some paved and  dirt roads  was my next destination. 

32 years ago I pledged a sorority at college, and six of the former members were invited to K's country home to reconnect and reminisce.
Here is a picture of the sunrise over her pasture...
...and a sunset over her pool.

But the best view of all?

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My precious friends who came from as far away as Colorado and Tennessee.

We talked and laughed, and it seemed like only days had passed since we'd last been together.

I know that I cannot take credit for having such wonderful friends in my life. God has surely blessed me with so many precious people throughout the years, and I am very grateful.

We told our stories and realized we would never have imagined the roads that our lives would have taken us down when we were sitting in our third floor dorm rooms dreaming of the future.  There have been many hardships and trials, but the end of each tale is that God has been faithful to each one of us. 

I'd love to share their stories, but they aren't mine to tell. Let me just say that I am privileged to know such strong and amazing women. 

Thanks, friends, for a relaxing and refreshing weekend.  And let's do it again. Soon.

Random Acts of Kindness

I've been thinking a lot about the verse in Isaiah that says, "Your husband is your Maker..." I can't tell you how often I lift prayers toward heaven that begin with, "OK, Lord, if You are my husband now, You are going to have to help me with (fill in many, many blanks.)" As the fog of the last year of grief seems to be lifting around me, I've had to deal with things that are totally new to me. Life is one big learning curve at times. But always, God is faithful to lead answers or help my way.

My "Check Engine Soon" light came on a few days ago. Particularly concerning me because I'm going on a short road trip soon. I emailed a friend, and he said to take it by an AutoZone store, and they could run the "computer test" that would give the cause. Who knew? I stopped by today, a friendly young man plugged something into a secret place under my steering column, and then he laughed. He walked to the side of the car and screwed the gas cap in correctly. Problem solved. I tried to pay him, but he said, "No charge!" with a smile in the 101 degree heat we are experiencing in central Texas. He had no idea how grateful I was.

There was a problem with the Toll Tag on my car, and when I tried to take care of it over the phone I was told they could not talk to me. The account was in my husband's name and I'd (deep breath) have to bring in his death certificate to have the account put in my name. (Exhale.) Luckily, the office is not far from my home so it wasn't a huge physical inconvenience. Just an emotional one. I handed the paper through the window slot at the office, and held off the Ugly Cry. The lady behind the counter reached through the window and held my hand. That touch made my day.

The biggest thing I've been dealing with since loosing D are my skyrocketing electric bills. Seriously: my staying in my home is dependent on getting those bills down. They are the driver behind the roof insulation and new energy efficient windows throughout the house this summer. I just keep lifting this problem to God and saying, "HELP!" 

And the help came through the neighbor across the street. He walked over to tell me how good my new windows, brick work and front door looked. I mentioned my electric bill as a reason for the new windows. He told me he was able to get a great rate on his home bills. How much? I asked. Turns out it was about 6 cents per kilowatt hour less than my rate. Who knew there was such a difference? 

Well, the next day another friend told me about a website at www.powertochoose.org that the state of Texas provides to let you compare electric rates of different providers. This also led me to go over my electric bills since losing D and realizing they have overcharged me for the past 17 months. In between the refund for the overcharge, the new much lower rate I will soon be locked into, and the energy-efficient changes of the summer, my electric bill is going to become manageable. 

Coincidence? I think not. I know I'm in good hands and everlasting arms. Amen.

Where is That Promised Land?

After working through a two week marathon on the house, and spending about 12 hours cleaning after all the projects yesterday, I woke up this morning ready to do something fun. Only, I turned over and went back to sleep for three more hours. Should have been my first clue something was a little off.

I got up with a slight headache and tried the aspirin/hot cloths on my face approach. Followed by putting my hot mug of tea on my face as I read the paper. Hmmmm. Time to follow my grandmother's advice for whatever ails you: get out and stir around a little.

I went in search of a mirror for the master bath, and realized at the first store I was feeling  a little crummy. By store two I was admitting to feeling hot and achy. And store three? Well, I didn't make it that far. With apologies to my grandmother, this "stirring around a little" was only making things worse.

So, I did what any sane (yet sick) person would do: I called my sister and whined. High whine, people. And yet, she took the call. She listened, commiserated, and informed me that the mold count on these hot summer Texas days was off the charts.

 Ahh. My old nemesis mold. I glanced in the mirror and realized that I could trace my  sinuses where they protruded around my face. Time for pillows on the couch and a long, long nap. 

I woke up feeling slightly better, thinking about the need to tell someone that I was sick. Along the lines of "if a tree falls in the forest does anyone hear"? I realized if I don't tell someone that I'm not feeling well, no one knows. And for some reason that made me feel very lonely. Like "buy miniature Butterfingers to consume in great quantities" lonely.  

I'm still trying to figure out the balance between these thoughts I'm working through, yet going forward with a positive attitude.  A two-Kleenex issue came yesterday while I as thinking about turning one of the three spare bedrooms into an art/sewing/scrapbooking/exercise/TV room. I don't want to just buy a single chair for me: at least if there is a small couch/loveseat I can pretend that someone else may sit in that room with me occasionally. Pitiful, I know. But I do not want to give into self-pity.

I realize I spend about the same amount of time with friends outside of the house as I always have. It's just there is not the constant companionship of a husband inside the house to fill in the gaps any more. 

I'm trying to give myself permission to enjoy the alone time, to pursue new interests, and to honor the past in the midst of it. These transitions in life are usually marked by my beginning a new journal. I've kept journals since 1987 and have about 10 three-ring binders to prove it. I always seem to know when it's time for a new one: something major has usually happened, and it's time for a new start.

A verse I have been reflecting on a lot lately is one D and I had read at our wedding:

"The land into which you are about to cross to possess it, a land of hills and valleys, drinks water from the rain of heaven, a land for which the Lord your God cares: the eyes of the Lord are always on it from the beginning even to the end of the year." (Deuteronomy 11)

I'm reminded of this verse often as I ask God, "How do I live now?" My life - your life - is still "a land for which the Lord your God cares." I want to cross into that land of promises for my future. I want this to begin a year of Jubilee; of freedom. I want to fill my new journal with the promises of God that are "yes" and "amen". 

Pressing on.