Thursday, September 5, 2013

Transformation: Classroom Edition Part 1

October 11, 2012.
That was the last time I "updated" this draft.
That was almost a year ago.

I'm publishing it now for two reasons:
1. It's a good post.
2. I finally finally have the "after" pictures of my classroom to share (they'll be making an appearance tomorrow.)

This post is a little lengthy (only because it is so jampacked with awesomness. duh.) so considered yourself fairly warned.

A few weeks months ago I posted my house to home transformation 
and in a perfect world, the unpacking, rearranging, and organizing would have been done after that post. And it was, for my house at least.
In a teacher's world this process comes around annually. 

So begins....my classroom transformation! 

This year, I had the fun task of not only setting up my classroom,
but moving into a whole new classroom
which added about 15 extra steps in the whole process.
Okay, okay. I tend to exaggerate. Not quite 15 extra steps, but there was extra work to be done.

First, I had to pack up my old classroom.
Most of this had been done at the end of the year.
However, when I left school in June I didn't know if I would be staying or moving grade levels.
So I had to pack kind of haphazardly. I tried to sort through most of my stuff, determining what stuff belonged to the school and would stay in that specific classroom vs. what stuff was mine and would follow me wherever I went.
But I didn't want to unpack my cabinets and desk on the off chance that I would in fact return to that very classroom. 
Packing things up to just unpack them again, putting them in the exact same spot seemed like a waste of time.
So that's what I did first.
And let me tell you, I have no doubt in my mind that if I'm not super careful I could very easily end up on TLC's Hoarders, because forreal - the amount of "stuff" I accumulated in just one year of teaching is a little ridiculous.


Nevertheless, I got it all packed and sorted.
And then began the fun process of moving all of it from one end of the school to the other.

(but not until my second extra step had been completed, obviously.)

Second, I had to clean my new room.
Because, yes, I have extreme self-diagnosed OCD and am the most type-A person you'll ever meet
and had to get my blank canvas perfectly blank before I could clutter it again with all my junk precious stuff.
Fortunately, the First Grade team had done an uhhhh-mazing job cleaning out the room before school let out so I didn't have to sort through too much junk. (No strikeout for that one. It was junk.)



I also fortunately put one of my former students to work ;) ohhh the perks of having a parent that works at school. I'm sure all you teachers can agree: child labor is completely necessary when setting up your classroom. As is husband/friend/neighbor labor.



Once my new room was appropriately cleaned and sorted, the 139723498 trips to move my stuff began.
That, my friends, was NOT an exaggeration. ;)

{For all you teacher bloggers reading, I know I don't have to say much for you to relate to the next step.
For all you non-teacher bloggers reading, anything I say at this point won't be able to truly capture the between steps. Let's just say, setting up a classroom is physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting.}

You would think it would get easier year after year.

But it was actually a lot harder this year than it was last year.
I don't know if it's because I loved the setup of my room so much last year that I kept referring back to that or what. I just know I had a really hard time visualizing how I wanted this new room to be.


The lovely "before" disaster I was working with. 

Overall, I got it done and I think I'm happy with it.
Of course, your whole perception of your classroom changes as soon as it's filled with actual children instead of the imaginary children you envision when setting everything up. 

I stuck with the jungle theme and, besides the actual layout of my classroom, I didn't really have to alter too much - well at least that's what I thought.

Come back tomorrow to see how it all came together (a whole year later).




Hugs,

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

I'm from the country, and I (kind of) like it that way.


Okay, that title is a lie. I'm only kind of sort of from the country.

And while I like my "country" roots, I definitely don't feel like they define me. I'm probably the furthest thing from a country girl as you can get. And I tend to stay amazed at certain "country" things.

For instance, one of my friends recently moved out to the country, about ten minutes from our school. In the three weeks that she's been there, she's had random(ish) neighbors show up to mow her lawn, bring over supper, and drop their kids off to play. Don't get me wrong. There is definitely something heartwarming about the simplistic, laid back atmosphere of the country.

And growing up, I am pleased to say that even I experienced and enjoyedmy fair share of redneck country things.

I have gotten a stick shift Jeep Wrangler stuck in the mud.
I have shot a shot gun.


I have walked barefoot to the connivence store down the street and charged my candy corn to our "family" account.
I have watched a baby calf grow to a full grown horse. (I did not watch the baby calf be born. That is where I draw the line.)
I've gotten stuck behind more tractors, trailers, plows, etc. than I can count.
One time I even got stuck behind a herd of cows.



I have shucked corn.
I have run barefoot through a tobacco field. (Apparently being barefoot seems to be a common theme.)
I have set up "house" in an old abandoned barn, using center-blocks for tables and chairs.
I have a deer head hanging in my house.

I drive by cornfields and farms every day on my way to school....and on the way back home to my suburban house. Driving 30 minutes to the nearest grocery store, seeing neighbors riding 4-wheelers back and forth to each other's houses, and having a "land line" because you don't get cell service in your house will never be "normal" things for me. I do, however, feel so lucky to live in a place where I can experience these things - from a distance.

And for those of you whose hearts go pittah-pattah every time you see field full of hay-barrels, I definitely see the draw. The country is a pretty neat place.


Hugs,

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Start of Something New

Ahh - 3 day weekends. 
There are few things better than a good 3 day weekend.
And even though being back to work on Tuesday sucks....it's already Tuesday.
You've already made it through the terribleness that is Monday.
And you're that much closer to another great weekend.

This past weekend was significant for several different reasons.

It was Labor Day weekend (obvi) and I'll admit, 
I'm never 100% sure what that means. 
For me, it's a day off work
and it's an opportunity to celebrate the hard working Americans,
to take pride in the people that work to make America the wonderful country that it is.
According to Google, I'm not far off on that description. 

For some this weekend is also the "official end of summer", meaning "the official start of fall".
I'll admit. I side-eyed a few of you for posting pictures of pumpkin spice lattes and fall home decor.
I'm not quite sure I'm ready for all that.
Especially when it's still 80 degrees around here.
But with the start of fall also comes the start of one of my favorite seasons: football season
or "tailgating season" as I sometimes like to refer to it. 
It's all one in the same to me.




It's also almost the start of "leggings, boots, and scarves season".
Let's face it, if I can't be in my bathing suit (or jammies) all day, 
leggings and uggs are the next best thing. 

This weekend, for us, was also a weekend of special family memories.
Robbie's 94-year-old great-grandma passed away earlier this week
and we celebrated her life on Saturday. 
Funerals are always hard, and I think by nature they're always just sad.
But in the bottom of my heart I was happy for Grandma Caton. 

I've known Robbie and been a part of his family for the past 10 years
and throughout this time, I've seen his grandma age 
and we've watched her health diminish. 
Despite her health struggles, she always made an effort to get the whole family together
for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and while you could tell her heart was full 
during these times, you could also tell there was pain.

The thought of her up and walking (no, running) through the gates of Heaven 
finally able to move on her own and be reunited with loved ones lost over the years
makes my heart just burst with joy. 
Obviously, it's hard for us here on Earth because our flesh wants her to be with us.
Watching her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and even great-great-grandchildren
(a lot happens in 94 years)
mourn her death is hard. And I know they're hearts are hurting. 

But hearing everyone speak at the funeral, 
reaffirmed the amazing life that she had lived here on Earth
and gave hope to the even more amazing eternal life she's now living out in Heaven. 



~


Hugs,

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

More Goals That I'm Determined to Actually Meet

Apparently I love making goals, yet suck at actually meeting them. I have now publicly (through this blog) set two different set of goals and have royally sucked at completing them. And there I was thinking I had so much drive and determination. whompwhomp.

But instead of learning my lesson or hanging my head in shame, here I am again. Setting more goals that I probably won't reach am going to try extra, extra hard to make happen.

I signed up for Kaylin and Amberly's Marriage and Relationship goal link up a while ago and get email reminders (as they promised) each week. Yet I've never actually followed through with a blog post. Until now.

With school starting for both of us, we're getting back into a pretty steady routine. Which is good and bad. I like routine and actually thrive off of having things planned out. However, I get really tired of monotony really quick and thrive off of not having to follow a schedule or a clock. (How's that for oxy-moronic?)

Fall is such a busy but FUN time! And Robbie and I both have a lot of fun things coming up, most of which we'll be able to share with each other. BUT I want us to still just have "us" time. Away from the football tailgates, away from Halloween parties. There are few things I love more than spending the entire day watching Grey's Anatomy reruns snuggled on the couch with this hunk a burnin love.


Sidenote - this picture was taken in DC in front of the Ford Theater where Lincoln was shot after my history nerd husband gushed "there's just so much history on this street." I was looking for the closest Starbucks...


So...here we go.

This month (September) I will...

- "Unplug" for the night. Putting down the phone/computer/ipad and actually spending time connected to my husband, not social media. (I know technically goals are supposed to have a measurable component but I'm not sure exactly how much or how often I want to unplug, I just know I want to make a conscious effort to spend less time reading my Twitter newsfeed.)

- Go to church every Sunday with Robbie. Going to church regularly not only starts my week off on the right foot, but makes me feel closer to Robbie.

- Initiate Table Tuesdays. I know this one sounds silly, but we will eat dinner together at the table every Tuesday night.

- Run weekend errands together instead of alone. Robbie will probably hate this one because we can be ten times more efficient when we're by ourselves. BUT sometimes weekends are spent running all over the place getting things in line for the upcoming week and that's time we lose together.


I realize technically I still have a good week left of August and I damn well plan on starting these now. But for the sake of organization, we'll refer to them as "September goals".

Wish me luck!
Marriage & Relationship Goals

If you want to link up too, which you totally should, head over HERE and follow the very short, easy rules of the game!


Hugs,


Monday, August 26, 2013

Insert Catchy Title Here

Hey, blog, hey!

It's 6:30 on a Monday night - the first Monday night back at school (with kids). I've been up for 13 solid hours. I'm half way through my second diet coke of the day. And still kind of riding out the NSYNC reunion high of last night.

(Except really - it was barely a reunion. More like The Justin Timberlake Show with about 5 seconds of NSYNC back up. Which, as much as I loved NYSYNC, I have noooo problem watching JT take over. Now if I could just find a way to get Jessica out of the picture - I know we'd be perfect together!)

But I'm not here to blog about the VMAs. I'm not really here to blog about much of anything. The combination of a whirlwind first day, extra caffeine, and limited sleep have my brain all jumbled. Plus I can think of eleventy million other bloggers who probably have much more witty recaps of all things MTV. So just do what I do, and read their's.

I will say I'm pretty pumped about the school year. I miss my babies from last year a whole bunch and have loved seeing them in the halls as BIG second graders. It makes my new firsties look extra wittle. I always forget what a difference it is - ending the year with one group and starting from scratch with a batch of hardly-out-of-Kinder-babies.

But it is so, so, SO nice being in the same grade again! Obviously all you teachers know that each year you revise and tweak and find better ways to do things. Which definitely happened between my first and second years. But being able to be in the same grade and actually revise, tweak, and revamp the same kind of stuff makes life ten times easier.

Now, that's not to say I haven't been running around like a crazy person these past few days (hello lack of a recent blog post) and I'm still no where close to knowing what I'm actually doing. But there's a teeny increase in comfort each time.

{Sidenote: I may or may not be singing a completely different tune after the second day of school ha.}

Today was also a super special first day, because it was Robbie's first day too (kind of). If you're new around here, Robbie graduated in 2011 with a degree in History and Sports Studies. He's since then gone back to school to get his teaching license add on. So basically all the "education" classes. And this year he starts his student teaching! So today we both woke up early squirrely, grabbed our packed lunches, and headed to our respective schools.

I tried to take a "first day of school" picture of us together, but he was not in the mood. Little does he know, come January when he's full time, he doesn't get a choice! Mwuah-ha-ha-ha.

That's all I got folks. Happy Monday!





Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The embarrassing things I do alone in the car.

I had to drive to Raleigh for a teacher workshop the other week. It was supposed to be a three-day deal, buuuuut I got a yucky stomach bug causing me to miss the first two days. Which also meant I was left making the four hour round-trip commute in one day. By myself.

When I was in college, I tore up those roads between Raleigh and New Bern, Raleigh and Greenville, but now I haven't really made that many single road trips.

I was quickly reminded of two things. 1. How much I hate driving. And 2. How much random shit I do to keep myself awake and entertained on the road.


First of all, I always have a ton of beverages on the ready. Safe driving beverages you goon. A large turvis filled with ice water gets me started. I usually stop about an hour in and grab a large sweet tea, or my new fav, a caramel McFrappe, from McDonald's. The only time I'll stop at a McDonald's, mind you.

Dance parties are a must. I don't have an iPod (whomp) and I don't have very many songs on my iPhone (double whomp) so unless I'm plugged in to Pandora I'm usually listening to burned CDs. That's right...I like to live in 2003 as often as possible. I have a six-disc CD player in my car so the possibilities are endless. And the songs are old school forreal. I usually alternate between some serious Ke$ha/Lady GaGa business to some extra gangsta rap. Think Stuntin Like My Daddy. Head bobs, hand motions, and facial expressions are a given.


If I'm not having a Ke$ha (that is technically how she spells her name right?) or Lil Wayne dance party, I'll be belting out some serious tunes, American Idol style. This is where my Glee CD comes in handy. (Did I just admit I have a Glee CD in my car?) I get really serious about these songs. Trying to sing in perfect tune just like I would if Simon Cowell were sitting in the passenger seat. Occasionally Always the Mariah Carey hand makes an appearance. 


Let's just say, if I was a Kardashian and had cameras posted in my car at all times, people would be amazed at the things they saw. And it's probably a good thing that I don't take many solo road trips. 


Hugs,

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Blogger vs. Tourist: One in the Same


Whenever I travel I try desperately to not portray the "I'm-a-tourist-I've-never-been-here-before" look. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure regardless of what I wear, do, or say I still scream "tourist". But that's neither here nor there.

When Robbie and I went to DC last week I got to thinking - bloggers always look like tourists. Vacations are full of blogging material, especially if you go somewhere new or completely different than where you're from. The food, the places, the people. There's blogging material left and right.

However, in order to capture all of this blogging material you tend to portray the touristy look. And the crazy thing is, this can happen on vacations to new places but it also can happen in your very own town.

Allow me to explain.

1. Tourists always travel with a camera. If you're a good blogger, you too should always travel with a camera.

Yea, take my picture here! 

2. Toursits use said camera to take pictures of everything. Again, if you're a good blogger, you too should take pictures of everything - particularly food. Yes, always food.

Even extra greasy baseball food counts. 

3. Tourists typically can be spotted based on what they're wearing. As can bloggers. For example, comfortable walking shoes = tourist. Maxi skirt, bauble necklace, top knot = blogger.

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Three is all I got, but I think I made some pretty valid points. I mean, for so many of us blogging is like one big digital scrapbook/journal anyway. So just like tourists, we try desperately to soak in every experience that we can in order to record it away later so we can forever have that memory to hold on to. Whoa....how's that for some deep thinking!

Hugs,