+i have a passion for food + for some reason taking pictures of my meals+ here, we have veggie burger with edamame + v8 + mmmmm +'Tis the sound of 2nd grade. Holy crap, I wasn't sure I would like it as much as older kids, but let me just tell you: Hill.ar.i.ous. This is my favorite job I've ever had, easy...I know it's early, but when you know, you know, right? I just get such a kick out of them...So far, as a new class, we've mostly been working on establishing all of our routines, but next week we're going to get into some of our enrichment stations (extra content practice, along with music, drama and visual arts stations) on Friday. Second graders do things like this: When I introduced myself, I sat them down on the carpet and said among other things, "First, I want to tell you a little about myself."
A sea of "yesssssss" es.
"Holy crap," I thought to myself, "This is going to be EASY!"
And it has been, but it's been hard, too...only in a good stress way, though.
So, that's why I haven't been around; I've been doing something new, learning how to teach short people. My classroom makes me happy...I leave with MORE energy. It is a HUGE breath of fresh air! I.LOVE.IT. so much I almost feel guilty. My commute is about 15 minutes, although it's just 4 miles away...I drive right through down town every morning...such a pretty time of year to drive downtown, with all the lights. Ahhh, new love.
I listened to Buddhist nun Pema Chodron some this morning, and I'm listening now. Inspiring. It's so hard to stay abreast of our actual intentions and our true drives. Love vs attachment is hard for me, or more, love without attachment. One thing that I've been working with, especially as a liberal, is having a peaceful spirit and nonjudging spirit instead of the sense of superior morality that can come so easily. This seems to go hand in hand with connectedness....Chodron said, "We proceed as if we are separate from everyone else, when we are all the same. We waste time exaggerating, romanticizing, belittling ourselves…" Like most people, I tend to prefer to sort people into piles of "us" and "them," which I've come to believe (and sometimes follow through on) isn't an accurate picture of what things really are. My old boss/principal used to just say, "we're all just people." Yes.
Vivid dreams lately, some fantastical, some sad, I wonder if it means anything.
