what's my style?

At church we just started a sermon series called "You've got Style." Basically it explores the different ways that we worship and draw close to God. It's something that seems to pop up every year or two at Bristol Road, and it's because we are always changing as a church family. How can we not constantly be changing as we grow in Christ? I've tried on so many "styles" over the years, there are times when I wonder which style is really my own? I guess I haven't found it yet, or else I would know, right?
I hear people talk about the countless ways they find God: in worship..through song, or by keeping a journal, or in nature, or at home..alone in prayer, or by reading their Bibles. I find God through all of these methods to a certain extent, but I just don't know what really gets me on fire for Christ. I feel close to God when I meditate on Him. In those moments when I really sit and think about my faith and examine the flaws I want to change in myself are when I feel honest and vulnerable. Being vulnerable has never been easy for me, so the fact that I can do that with God is a big deal.
Then there are times when I wonder if I'm really feeling close to God or I just think I should be feeling close to Him. Sometimes I almost wish I hadn't grown up in the church...almost. Don't get me wrong. I'm so grateful for my parents, who are the best examples I could ask for, and I feel so blessed that they always made religion and faith apart of my life. But, there are times when I find ti hard to separate what I truly feel and what I think I should feel because I've always had God in my life. I remember when I was a little girl, and I really wanted to be baptized, probably when I was about 8, but my parents wanted me to wait. They just wanted to make sure I knew what I was committing to, and I think they were right...only do we ever really understand what that decision entails. I was baptized at a young age, 11 to be exact. I think about it now, and it was the best decision I could have ever made. But now, at 22, I see the significance of that act more clearly than 11 years ago when I first made the commitment. But let's say for argument's sake I'd wait until I was 18, when I legally became an adult, well I've learned a lot about myself in the past 4 years too. I think the easiest comparison is a marriage. At the alter do the bride and groom completely understand the commitment they are making? I mean, yes, they know it is forever, but they have no idea how it will change over time and how intimately connected they will become? How could you? As we get older we change. We have to learn how to communicate effectively in order to grow together. Well, after we commit to Christ in baptism, we have to constantly communicate with Him too through His word and prayer. When do we ever stop growing in our relationship with Christ? Never. It's crazy to think how much I continue to evolve in my faith. I still have so much to learn about myself in Christ. I struggle all the time. I often feel cold, like I'm just going through the motions by going to church and saying my prayers at night. So, what's my style? I really don't know, but it doesn't scare me as much as it used to because at the core of it all I love the Lord, and He is in my heart. ..that is all.

don't judge me

Alright, I admit that I use this phrase all the time. Usually, it directly follows something lame that I do or say when I see a quizzical look thrown my way, and it's said in fun. However, I really got to thinking tonight about how we as Christians are often accused of being too judgmental. I was called "shoes" in high school-- short for goody two shoes-- and did I mention this was a private, "Christian" school full of "good kids"? Sure, it was all in jest and said in a teasing, loving kind of way, but I've always been accused of being the kind of person that is "boring" because of my lack of activities. I've dealt with crude nicknames on and off over the last decade or so, usually trying my best to laugh them off, just hoping my prosecutors would lose interest as soon as they saw in didn't phase me. I just don't think it's right. How can you tease a person for doing something good? What's wrong with people now-a-days?

I'll never forget during my waitressing days when the cooks found out about my religious beliefs. One of them came out from behind the grill looking me up and down. When I asked what he was doing he simply replied, "I've never seen a 20 year old virgin. In fact, I didn't know they existed; you must be a unicorn because I don't think you're real." The remainder of the night and week every male employee called me "unicorn" saying, a 20 year old virgin who'd never drank alcohol or smoked before must be some kind of mythological creature.

Here's where my confusion comes into the picture. I've been teased relentlessly over the years for the choices I have made. Now, I'm proud of my morals and beliefs, and I'm not ashamed of any decisions I've made in life. Not that I've ever claimed to be perfect because I've made a lot of stupid decisions that I wish I hadn't. Trust me, I'm not perfect at all, but I don't regret those choices because I learned from my mistakes and still do every day. Ask my family and close friends and I'm sure they could tell you just how imperfect I really am. Yet, people have told me they feel uncomfortable around me, like they're not good enough since they've made different decisions in regards to sexual purity, underage drinking, and smoking--those are the top three categories that seem to grab peoples' attention when it comes to my life.

So, here I am being gossiped about and teased for making good choices; then being accused of judging people who make different decisions. I have never told someone they were wrong for having sex out of marriage, and I have never condemned anyone for underage drinking, only expressing my concern to a few close friends over the years more for their safety than anything else. I admit I give my friends a hard time about smoking occasionally, but it's a disgusting habit, which is so bad for you. I mean, it's expensive, makes you smell bad, and will cause you health problems later on in life. But, why is it that my choices are so interesting? It disgusts me how often people talk about them. I know I've rare, but does my decision to remain a virgin until I'm married really need to be a discussion when people first get to know me? It's not like I want to know how many sexual partners a person has when we first become acquainted. I guess I'm frustrated because it's a label that people slap me with that's usually followed by one of the following comments: "That must suck" or "She's missing out" or "She needs to get laid asap."

People are more judgmental of me for my lack of experiences. It's rude and insulting to be honest. I'm not making fun of your life style, so lay off mine, okay? What kind of world do we live in when you're ridiculed for trying to do what you think is right? It makes me sick thinking about it. People always bash religious people, and I'm not saying that religion is perfect. It's not, because man is imperfect and messes it up sometimes. However, it's a little hypocritical to judge us by just writing us off because you think we're judging you. It's a stupid cycle. I want to share my beliefs sure, but I can't force them on you and would never try to do that.

What a long vent this has turned out to be...I guess my point is that people always say religious people judge them for living a "sinful life" but isn't true that all religions seemed to get labeled by this generalization? I mean, everyone has some judgemental tendencies-both religious and nonreligious. Shouldn't we all just keep our opinions to ourselves? We can live our own lives the way we choose, without being teased, nagged, told we're doomed to a less than desirable afterlife, etc. Love the person, without writing them off for their flaws-no matter what they may be...that is all.

The Great Gatsby

I was blessed with an opportunity to teach American Lit. and Honors American Lit. at Grand Blanc High School for the past month. This experience taught me a lot about myself and my abilities as a teacher. I had so much fun with my students. The theme of this marking period is "The American Dream" as seen from different perspectives. The final piece of literature just happened to be The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald--a book I read on my own when I was about 15. I used to read books all the time in high school, which I enjoyed but never really looked at for meaning, foreshadowing, symbolism, etc. I really enjoyed it 7/8 years ago, but to teach it I reread it over the weekend then started it in class Monday morning...haha It was great. It is easily one of my favorite books, top ten material for sure. And my students were fantastic, and it was so much fun to think of things to discuss with them and different projects, assessments, games, etc. That's all I have time to briefly mention right now...wow, my life has been so crazy lately. I can't wait for summer to get started! haha ..that is all.

summer reading

I can't believe how fast May snuck up on me. It's funny to see all my friend's facebook statuses revolving around job plans, jobs, vacations, etc. I chuckle because they are celebrating the beginning of summer as college students, but here I am, a college graduate, on a high school schedule? My summer won't even start for about 5 weeks. If you're getting a bitter vibe then you misread me. I'm not bitter in the least, but rather, I find it quite humorous. One thing that is nice about the first week of May is the weather. I shudder to think if I'm jinxing it right now by saying how wonderful the sunshine and temperatures gravitating in the high 60s, low 70s have been the past week, but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

So, since the weather is turning to summer norms I've decided to follow suit and kick off my summer now in one aspect. During my summers I tend to catch up on all the reading I miss out on during the school year. It has been typical in the past to fill my September-December with homework, lesson plans, papers, etc. then relax over Christmas break in order to regain just enough strength to get right back at it January through the first week of May. Now..the 2nd week of May (after 5 days of sleeping in and doing next to nothing) is when I tend to start working full-time and reading everything I wanted to all year long. This year is already different of course. I read a book every few days on average since I spend my weekdays behind another teacher's desk substitute teaching I have the time to read. However, I want to make a summer goal that I read 50 books. I've been looking over a lot of booklists complied by different educators and magazines and weeding out those I've already covered over the years. I want to get a mix of 10-15 newer books, a representation of multiple countries and cultures, and even a few books that I'm "too old for." Sometimes books designed for adolescents can be fantastic reads. I figure that if I tackle two to three books every week I can handle 50 easily.

It takes me back to elementary school when my teachers would challenge us to read over the summer. I can still recall Mrs. Pearson giving me a beach ball to record all the books I read then upon bringing it back in September I was rewarded with a gift certificate to get even more books. She is one of the rare teachers who really touch the lives of her students. I think that summer helped fan my passion for books. Well, that and my mother always reading with me. I wish kids today read more books because they really do miss out on a lot merely scanning the Internet and skimming sparknotes for answers in school. I'll try and keep you posted on my booklist decisions and if I'm keeping up with my goal. :)

rain

I know a lot of people hate the rain. Let's be honest: it's annoying to drive in, messes up great hair, forms puddles and mud...everywhere, and ruins perfectly good outdoor plans. However, I love storms, and the way they smell, look, sound, and even taste. Rain cleanses everything and washes away the dirt and pain from the past...I'm speaking for literally and figuratively.
Things lately have been so crazy. I think God must sit up in Heaven and just laugh sometimes. I think I have everything figured out, and the funny part is I wasn't even trying to figure things out for once, but then...bam! God throws me a curve ball and, while hitting me smack in the head, says, "No, this is what I want you to do."
Today started sunny, warm, with hardly any wind. It was a beautiful morning. Then bam! out of no where it was pouring rain, wind speeds increased, thunder boomed throughout the sky, and lightning flashed across the clouds. Such a drastic change might seem alarming or even frightening, but I look at it as a clean slate...maybe even as a new beginning. I can't wait to see what happens after the storm of my life ends, when the last raindrops fall and I regain visibility. It's so exciting...that is all.

spring cleaning

I have never been very good at throwing things away. It's a trait I picked up from my mother, but I keep everything! In the past I've had some minor spring cleaning episodes in which I will spend an entire afternoon combing through my belongings and throwing away my clutter..filling far too many garbage bags. However, it's weird because as soon as a drawer is cleaned out and only half full I find other things to take the place of the junk I just threw away. Moving out is in my near future and so today I decided to take a real stab at spring cleaning. I decided to take it week to week--one area of my room being tackled every Saturday afternoon until I've conquered everything.

Today, I started with my desk. It was funny to pull out each drawer and look at everything. I had pictures from high school and even middle school...seriously, I was so awkward back then. When the next secretary or student tells me I look young enough to still be in high school I should pull out a picture from my freshman year and say, "I hope I don't still look like this..." sophomore and junior years weren't too awful. Senior year was fine, but wow, I think I look so young. Not that this is a bad thing. Then I found old notes, tests, and papers from those days. I think the oldest were from 7th or 8th grade then I found a folder with everything I did sophomore year in English. Next, there was a folder from senior year: chemistry notes and wedding plans...you see we did a marriage project in Bible that year. I couldn't help but chuckle when I read some of the papers I wrote back then. There were also mementos dating back to my planner from sophomore year, funky pens, notes, and random nick-nacks bringing back inside jokes and so many memories.

Here is were things took a bit of a turn. I found some things from my college days. A few notes, pictures, a putt-putt golf scorecard, a book of abc's, etc.--basically things from the past that I could never bring myself to get rid of. It was so tempting to look over things and think back to happy memories from the first 2 1/2 years of college, but that relationship is over and to look back on it now is still kind of painful, so I shoved it all away without dwelling on it for too long.

However, after that I couldn't help but think about the spring cleaning I'd done in my life in regards to that situation. By getting rid of all the emotions that used to weigh me down I was finally free. The stress and heartache that tore me apart inside for so long. Outside I was strong and tried to put everything that had happened for the past2, or even 4 years behind me, thinking: if I pretend long enough soon this facade will just become a reality. I fooled a lot of people around me. I even fooled myself sometimes, but in the end I couldn't stop caring for a long time. When you really love and care about a person you don't listen to those around you, you do what you want. You let that person stay in your life, sometimes even running it, when you should just cut him/her out. Now, normally this would be a good thing--loving and caring about someone. However, in this situation as long as I cared I allowed myself to get walked on and used. Part of this was due to the fact that I wanted to be apart of his life and hoped that I might help to make him a better person, not to say he was a bad person, but we all need to be pushed and challenged in order to grow. I used to think he and I might do this for each other. It wasn't until I did some "spring cleaning" of sorts on myself that life really got better. It was difficult to do too. I did not want to let go. I held on for so long because I wanted things to turn out the way I had hoped they would. But I finally cut out communication, that was easier than I thought it would be too. After walking on eggshells for about a year and always apologizing for trying to be a friend, it was nice not having to deal with those stressful situations every day--I no longer spent time wondering what a coversation or an afternoon spent together meant.

Part of me is sad about the way things have to be, but I'm happy and it occurred to me that happiness wasn't in the future as long as I stayed on that path. I still pray for that person, but now I worry about my own happiness first and it's been working out a lot better...that is all.

march madness

I have always loved watching and playing sports, and the NCAA tournament is one of the highlights of my year. My heart races as I fill out a bracket and my eyes are glued to the television from the tip off of the first game until the clock expires in the final showdown. College sports are so fun to watch! It's funny to think how a lot of these players are my age or even younger now. You can see the nerves they are experiencing and the heart they bring to the court/field. The another part about college basketball that I love is the upsets. I love hearing the commentators make all these predictions before the tourney begins then....surprise! Some other team shows up and blows a #1 seed out of the water. Oh and it's even better when you watch the pregame show and they are discussing the two teams and who is favored. They will say something like, "Louisville is the team favored to win this game--they are faster, better at defense, and have a higher shot percentage. However, if MSU can slow them down they might be able to steal the win away from the Cards." It's like David and Goliath or something--oh and I love how they say "steal the win away" because the game hasn't even started but apparently a 2 seed could never compare to a 1 seed...hmm. I'm a Michigan fan personally, but I root for all the big ten teams as long as they're not playing the Wolverines.

So, here's my hats off to all the great basketball played so far this year...I can't wait to see how it all turns out!

...that is all. :)

childhood books

Alright..so...I like to read. I don't really think that's a secret or anything. I mean I did get my degree in English Education, so it seems fairly obvious that I don't hate it. Back when I was in high school I would read all the time. Usually just during my free time at school, and sometimes the books were way over my head, and I had no idea what I was even reading. Did you ever do that? You know...read a book when you were younger that you didn't understand, but you wanted to put it down on your "books I've read" list. I laugh about it now because I've run into a few of those when I work in high schools and I see myself 8 years ago. Well, lately I've taken the opposite route. I've been rereading those books from middle school basically...maybe even a few from 4th and 5th grade too. I usually can knock one out during one subbing gig. Some of these youthful reads are: "The Giver," "The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankwiler," "Maniac Magee," "Lord of the Flies," and I'm reading all the Harry Potter books for the second time too. It's so much fun to take a trip down memory lane through reading. It reminds me why I fell in love with books in the first place. I owe a lot of that to my mom. We used to read together at night. I can still remember climbing onto the couch with her and reading the American Girl series on Molly. I then read the others by myself: Samantha, Felicity, Addy, and Kirsten. I used to climb into my bed and read until I fell asleep. Sometimes I would hold my eyes open..literally, so I could finish the next chapter. I miss those simple days when I had nothing but time to read, especially during the summers when night came, and I had to stop playing outside.
So, I encourage you to pick up a book you read as a child and revisit it...that is all. :)

Lost

Alright, I have to come clean. I caved in after 4 1/2 years and started watching Lost a few weeks ago. I remember when EVERYONE was watching it during its first 2 seasons, but I guess I'm always behind the times because I didn't start watching back then. College life always kept me very busy and one thing I did know was this was the type of show you had to commit to. If you miss one episode you'll be "lost." haha Now, the show has lived up to all the hype because I am hooked. I watched the first 3 seasons in about 3 weeks, and trust me: I don't sit at home every night watching it. I am fairly busy with other things. However, I always watch a few when I come home from school before going out at night and Saturday morning reads got cut in half and shared with watching Lost.

If you're not familiar with the show then, in just a few words, it revolves around survivors from a plane crash: Oceananic Flight 815. There are about 45 people who crash on what appears to be a deserted island in the Pacific. However, soon they run into all sorts of problems while attempting to be rescued like a smoke monster, "the others", betrayal, treachery amongst one another, etc. Sure, that sounds like it might be very corny, but it's really not. The thing I like the most about it is that I can't predict what's going to happen and often I'm surprised.

I haven't enjoyed a tv show this much in a long time. That is all...

goodbye January

January 31, 2009

I can't believe was fast this month was gone by and how many things have happened. I guess I will devote this blog to the past 31 days.

Subbing is going well. It's not my dream job, but being around high school students every day is at least a step closer than any other jobs I have had. I keep wondering if I should get a second job a few nights a week or maybe on the weekends. So far I have not been that motivated.

I worked at Rochester High School for the second time yesterday. As much as I love the schools down that way I usually don't work there. It makes little sense since it is a longer drive and less money than the districts this way pay. Something I will say about RHS is that it's the kind of school I would love to work at. They have so much school spirit and tradition. In high school I was one of those students who did everything and loved every minute of it...okay, well 95% of it. haha I think the 5 years between now and my high school days have taken the shape of rose colored glasses in regards to some of the negatives of my high school career. However, I really did enjoy high school while I was there, not that I want to go back and relive it at all. I do have some great memories though.

I started reading Harry Potter for the second time. I read all the books during May of 2007, waiting until July for book 7 of course. Book 7 is the only one that I have read twice, and that is simply because I got it at 2a.m. then read it so quickly I missed parts. I had to go back the next two days and slow down to get the whole effect of the book. When I'm subbing I always take a book with me, so it's nice to have my HP and really take my time.

I also love that I'm getting ever closer to my cousin Katie. She is one of my favorite people because she is so real. She has a great sense of humor and heart. I can't wait to see what great things lie in her future. It's weird to think she'll be off at college next year. I'm so excited for her!

A lot of other things happened in January, but I don't want to put every detail of my life up here. I'm so excited for the future: February, March, and so on. It's funny because I have no idea what it holds and that would usually scare me. I guess someone is rubbing off on my a lot lately and I'm learning to roll with the punches...and cancel sub jobs in order to get better ones. :) haha Kind of an inside joke...that is all.

Substitute Teaching

So, can I just start by saying substitute teaching is...interesting? Yes, I think that might be a good adjective for now. In the past month I have been in 8 different schools, and I've taught over one-thousand students ranging in age from 12-19. Most days I try to teach some sort of English class, but that is not always the case. I have also subbed in business, psychology, physical education, architecture, special education, social studies, civics, etc. classes. There are just so many it's hard to think back and remember them all. Things I have learned: I love working with students. I hate having to be strict, but a great deal of the time students want to challenge the substitute, which is often the case when the students see how young I am. (Not that they know my actual age! I've had students guess any where from 18 to 35. Like I look 35! That's a laugh.) I've also noticed that office secretaries are the glue of a school. I think I already knew that to some extent, but any doubts I might have had are gone, and I am certain they are calling all the shots. Boys are more immature that girls as a general rule in 7th-12th grade. I'm not trying to be sexist by any means because there are always exceptions, but I'm sorry guys, at that age I don't think you can really help it anyways. It's funny how much high school hasn't changed since I was there. I know I've only been out for 4 1/2 years, but I don't think HS will ever really change that much. Some can argue how we live in a different world now than 5 or 10 years ago. I would have to agree, but I'm sorry, schools are still the same. yes, teachers might have to struggle more to keep the attention of a class, but, really, at the core...kids are the same. They think teachers give too much work and most of them hate their job and enjoy torturing the students. They think the world revolves around them and many have no idea how small they are. That's a lesson learned in college....I know this is more a jumble of random thoughts rather than an organized blog entry, but I'm sure I'll be talking about my journey this semester more in the near future....that is all, for now at least.

Cliche

January 1, 2009

It's hard to believe I started this blog a year ago. I somehow feel obligated to write something about the new year today. I mean it's 2009. I bet I mess up and write 2008 for a week or so before I get it through my head that it's a new year. A fresh beginning as some might say. It is cliche perhaps and traditional to think of a resolution to go along with the new year. I've never been that great at thinking of these things. It's funny to think how the people who spend a great deal of time thinking about something to strive for in the new year actually seem to be the least likely to stick with it. If someone decides to lose weight they will probably fix their diet for a few weeks at best and hit the gym, but then slowly but surely they will have those late night snacks and hide in their houses during a snow storm to avoid traveling out to the gym. Often saying something along the lines of, "I'll just take this one day off. I did have a rough day at work."
So, what should I strive for? As silly as it may sound I prefer to think of something a little broad to focus on. This year I want to work on my fears. I do not want to be afraid of taking chances..big risks even. Since I am now a college graduate in the state of Michigan, which has just been dubbed as the state with the worst economy I want to get out of my bubble. My bubble includes the majority of my family, the house I grew up in, the college I just graduated from, and my circle of friends. However, I want to be open to whatever the Lord has in store for me...even if that means moving somewhere and starting over in a sense. I just pray that I won't let fear play a factor in my future..that is all.

Proud to be like Naomi...my top 5 :)

My top 5 college classes:
(Yes, I like copying Naomi, and I am not ashamed to admit it.) :)

So these are the 5 classes that come to mind first when I think over my 4 1/2 years at Rochester College. Some more for academic growth, some for spiritual growth, and some for social growth. They all were rewarding on some level to my journey as a lifelong learner.

1.) I guess it's always best to start at the beginning, so it would have to be Freshman Seminar. Although it was not the most academically stimulating class of my college career, I actually did learn a lot about relationships of all kinds: romantic, friendships, parental, sibling, etc. I also also introduced to Debi Rutledge, who is one of the finest members of the RC staff. Not only did she schedule meetings with all her freshman in that class (I still remember sitting in her living room and chatting about my hope for my college career.) but it was obvious she cared about us when we showed up. She also used to joke around about Lindsay's and my chronic tardiness...we were 5 minutes late about 50% of the time for this 10a.m. class, which is funny because I was always on time for my 8a.m. class the other 3 days of the week. Debi did not care at all. She was just happy we did show up. :) While on that subject, this class is also special because it was one of the reasons Lindsay and I got so close this 1st semester. We hadn't really been friends prior to RC.

2.) The next class that seems to jump out at me would have to be Educational Psychology, which I took during the spring semester of my sophomore year with Dr. Gordin MacKinnon. The class was on Friday mornings from 8-10:40...ouch. However, Dr. MacKinnon was so fascinating to listen to and had so many good stories to share. I also grew a lot from the field experience associated with this course at Hart Middle School in the Resource Room. There were also a few interesting book sharing experiences with Lindsay. :) haha

3.) Critical Writing and Literary Analysis seems to be the next class to come to mind when remembering the best of the best. I took it in the spring semester of my junior year (actually I technically had enough credits to be considered a senior but it was my 3rd year of college) with Tom Golden. He made us all really think. It was probably the most challenging course of my college career because we had to read different, thought provoking texts and analyze them with different "lenses." We had a paper due almost every class, and I often had to read the material 2 or 3 times to understand it, especially the first 3 or 4 weeks of the class. My talents as a writer grew and expanded throughout the course of this semester so much. I am so grateful for this course, and I only wished it could have been longer.

4.) I couldn't mention my favorite classes without slipping a Greer class in the mix. You see, History is my minor, and I took more classes with Dr. David Greer than any other professor over my time at Rochester. I sometimes even rearranged my schedule, so I would have the pleasure of hearing him lecture. My favorite Greer class is hard to tact down, but since I've got this chronological theme going on I'll say The Early American Republic, which I took during the spring of my senior year. It only had about 15 students, and there were some great discussions to be had during this course. Greer is best known for two things: his greeting and the fact that he never lets you out one minute early. The greeting: "Good morning (afternoon) history fans!" It is so apparent that he loves his job and history, and he will make you love it too. Also, he is one of the smartest professors I have had the pleasure of taking a class with.

5.) I am tempted to say Shakespearen Tragedies is my final favorite; HOWEVER, since Student Teaching is technically a class, I have to go with that. That 15 week semester was more challenging than any other two semesters put together. I grew more as a student, teaching, and person than any other 3 month period. I cannot begin to express how much I adore teaching. I can't wait to have my own classroom and do this the rest of my life. The students teach me something new every day. I can't get over how much I loved being even a small part of my student's lives. Working with Sarah was also a blessing, she was tough and pushed me every day. I am so grateful for this experience.

It was so difficult to list only 5 courses (in fact I cheated and mentioned 6 technically) but here are some for the honorable mention category: Old Testament with Dr. Fleer; Earth Science w/ Dr. Brackey; Grammar w/ Debbie Haskell; Advanced Composition and Senior Writing Project w/ Pam Light; Short Story Genre w/ Tom Golden; English Assessment Strategies w/ Vikki Bentley; Romans with Eric Magnusson; Comp. B and American Writers 2 w/ Zac Watson; Any Education class w/ Mr. Dawson, especially Oklahoma; and Nature Study w/ Carol Van Hoosen.

funny clothes

It's interesting how funny people dress up for graduation. I mean long gowns, that are far too baggy in many cases, which are made of thin, shiny material. The sleeves long and loose, and then there are the hats. Square and pointy edges in most cases; however, many of the professors who have a PhD get a round, cushion like hat and all adorned with tassels. I'm sure that if someone from another part of the world popped in for a graduation ceromony I wonder what observations they might make. I just look at pictures from graduation last weekend and tend to giggle...that is all.

the end or rather the beginning...

Life has a funny way of changing constantly. Here I sit, practically a college graduate. I completed all of my college courses last May and, as of last Friday, I completed student teaching including all of my seminar requirements. What's next? Well, I've subbed in Rochester the past three days, which has been great. I love teaching, and it's nice to know I will be happy doing it for the next thirty years. However, since I do love it so much, there is a drawback....the job market in Michigan. It's crazy to think even ten years ago how I would be interviewing at multiple schools right now, but today, well...that's obviously not the case.

I worked in a middle school Monday, and I was in a special education classroom with 5 students and 2 parapros to assist as well. What a crazy day that turned out to be! I have never felt so needed by students before! These 6th and 7th graders can not even form sentences to communicate what they wanted from from me. They needed hand on hand instruction, literally. I had to put the pencil in my student's hand and place my hand over top in order to help him write. I was exhausted by 2:30, but it was so rewarding to help them all so much.

Yesterday, I subbed in a CADs classroom. Basically, all the students work independently on computers designing things for engineering and architecture courses. It felt like I was a glorified babysitter, but it was great to be back at Stoney working with some of my old students and meeting some new students too.

Today, I worked as a P.E. teacher at Stoney. I know some of you are snickering. However, 4 out of my 5 classes just listened to a guest speaker who was introducing sex education. It was again great to be at Stoney. The school is so amazing. I just hope one day I end up in a school that nice!

So, I don't know where I'm going to end up. I have no idea if I'll find a job any time soon; however, I'll be praying about it, and I know God has some plan for me..that is all.

2 weeks, 1 day, 29 minutes...

It is now 1:31 p.m. on Saturday, November 29, 2008 and it's hitting me...I will be graduating from college in just 2 short weeks. I can't believe how fast the past semester has gone by. There were days when the end seemed so far away. But now here I am, sitting home and contemplating my future. Where do I go next? Where should I live? work? I don't have any answers. When I started college 4 years ago I felt so confident. Compared to most of my friends I was unique. I had a major and minor--a direction to go in education-wise. Now, here I sit, more confused than ever. I have so many big decisions to make in the next month. Should I sign a lease here or out of state? Where can I find a job? I mean, this is such a solid economy, right? :) I guess I wanted to throw all this out here because I have no idea. I just needs prayers and support...that is all.

brrrrr

A few years back someone, someone who knows me very well actually, once said, "Jennifer can't stand to be alone when it's cold outside. She needs someone to keep her warm." I laugh thinking about it now because it was said as a half joke. I am always cold...even when it's 70 degrees outside I am still cold. I thought you were supposed to be more adaptable to cold Michigan weather when you've lived here your whole life. However, the tough gene must have skipped me because I am always cold. Maybe it was growing up in my house, where the thermostat never seems higher than 64. That's only when we have company too. Usually it's 62...I wish I was just kidding there...haha So, as I freeze a little from the cold weather outside I just want to mention a few of the things that help me stay warm: a hot cup of coffee, wrapping up tightly in a blanket (which usually lends itself to an afternoon of reading if I have my way...), knee-high socks, my favorite sweatshirt (which is perfectly broken in of course), and a few intangible things. For example, my mother's smile, laugh, and the way she drinks her tea. Or watching a good movie and having someone to share it with. Perhaps, the way my dad cares about my brother and I so dearly. He is such a softhearted, wonderful father. Even the way my family teases one another in a playful manner. Maybe I'm cold on the outside, but these all warm my heart, which is far more important....that is all. :)

11/11

The 11th of November...by far one of my favorite dates on the calendar (even now, 4 years later). I've always been a lover of dates. They are committed to my memory in a strange way, and (WARNING: The following information is very nerdy and boring.) I tend to notice "cute" patterns with the numbers involved. Example 01-02-03/ 08-08-08/ 02-04-06--yes, I'm serious. :) It's not like I make a huge deal out of this sort of thing, but it makes me smile. Now, 11:11 is a popular time for some people with the whole "make a wish" thing, typical of optimists under the age of 25. So, is it really that shocking that I would think 11/11 was so special?

Other things I find special:
When you pick up your phone to call someone and it starts ringing the instead your fingertips graze the surface with...surprise, surprise, that person on the other end.
When the first snow comes to town and the flakes dance across your nose and dance around the ground...so excited to be back after the long summer that they refuse to settle.
When you sit down and realize you don't have anything to do..the idea is do foreign you rack your brain, but alas, you can relax without feelings guilty about it. :)
When you impact someone's life---it might just be passing a stranger and shooting a smile in his or her direction, but it makes a difference.
When you look back and see how much you've changed in the past year, and hopefully, it was for the better. Maybe you even grew up a little, but not too much. "Be childlike, not childish" :)
When you jam out in the car and catch the people next to you staring, after a .001 seconds worth of embarrassment you just keep dancing. Life is too short to care what other people think about you.
When a hug from someone special can make all your problems just melt away. It's rare to find people like that and if you do, hold onto them, but also, know when to let go of people. This is one of the hardest lessons I've faced in life.
When you think back on old memories and still laugh out loud because of your friends involved in making them. A true Friend Is Like A Good Bra... Hard to Find. Supportive. Comfortable. And Always Close To Our Heart... ;)

...just some random thoughts on a good day, that is all. :)

329

Today I was the 329th voter for the 4th percident in Rochester Hills. Voting has always been a big deal for me. I went to the Secretary of State the day after my 18th birthday to register and haven't missed an election since. This is not going to be some rant about my political opinions by the way. My parents raised me to keep those thoughts private. :) However, I will talk about the importance of voting. Two hundred years ago when our country was founded we were given the right to vote (well at least white men were and since then it's spread to everyone else over the age of 18) and I hate to sound too corny, but it's a gift. My first election was in 2004, and it was a presidental election so it was all the more exciting. I'm proud to have a voice in this country. :) that is all..

just another thursday

Okay, I just have to say I LOVE teaching. It is, without a doubt, what I feel called to do for the rest of my life. Every month, every week, every day, every class--I learn more and more. Student teaching started off a little slow, but over the past two months it's only gotten better and better. :) My students are good kids. Sometimes they talk more than they should and drive me crazy, but overall, they are great. I used to be crazy overwhelmed by writing lesson plans, making handouts and worksheets, and grading papers, and I do it all for free. However, I want to come back every day. I want to get out of bed (Maybe not as early as I have to, but I'm more of a morning person than I ever have been). and teach all day, every day.
So...a little more about my classes.

1st hour: I have 12-1, which is a senior level composition class. It is designed as a college prep course and far harder than any classes I took in HS as far as I recall, it has been a long time... haha The class is surprisingly talkative for 7:35a.m. but funny. A few of them are amazing writers and far ahead of a lot of college freshman I have encountered. I hope some of them get a kick in the butt when they get to college though because they can be a bit whinny about Shakespeare and the workload at times. :)

2nd hour: My prep. Basically I plan things out with Sarah or put on my headphones and knock out your typical teacher tasks. I dare you to say that 5 times fast. :)

3rd hour: Oh my juniors...This course is 11A. It is the harder of the 2 junior courses offered in our district. The first 6 weeks were dedicated to learning MLA, gathering sources, outlining, and writing a large research paper. Now, we review grammar briefly MWF and have been dedicating the rest of class time to reading 1984. Speaking of grammar, I still need to write their accumulative grammar quiz for tomorrow. On Friday I hand them a mini paper filled with mistakes, which review all the grammar and MLA we have learned up to this point, and focusing on the latest skill dominantly. This week it's colons and semicolons. Always exciting. :)

4th hour: Yearbook, and by far the most unconventional part of my day. You see, most of the girls who apply for this course, know Sarah and have developed a sort of teacher/student friendship with her over their time at Stoney. Some of them have even paid to take required classes in summer school, so they can take YB over and over--it being an elective and all. It's nice to get to know those girls because they are so sweet. However, don't get me wrong, they work VERY hard. Stoney Creek puts out one of the nicest yearbooks I have ever seen. I can't wait to get my copy of this year's in the spring.

5th hour: Mythology, which is a mix of juniors and seniors. This is a literature course that all these students have elected to take. It can be a lot of fun too. Since it's a literature class there are no papers, but there is a lot of reading involved. The class is broken down into different units by archetypes. We just finished the god-teacher unit, which included a few short stories and the novel Frankenstein. That class is rowdy in one word. haha It is composed mainly of boys, it's just after lunch, and it has 35 students--in other words, every desk is filled. Sometimes they can get a little crazy, but honestly I find myself trying not to laugh before I turn on my serious face and telling them to quiet down. :)

6th hour: Another section of 12-1. This class is very focused. They are doing an amazing job of getting through Hamlet and their college application essays were great. There are some very cool stories in that class too. From the guy who is the essence of school spirit to the injured football player/wrestler who can never play these sports again but was still voted captain and goes to every practice and game helping from the sidelines. You can't make this stuff up...he's truly inspirational to me and doesn't even know it.

Well, that's a brief look into my life...that is all. :)