Reality is frequently unfortunate, and rarely kind to the heart. The atmosphere today was set at the point of waking up, something was off with the world I live in.
10 mile run in the woods was difficult, painful, and cold. Yet another forewarn of impending devastation.
While enjoying a cup of coffee my wife called me. We both know that if we’re calling each other instead of sending a text, something is usually off…
Hey, what’s up?
We knew it would happen someday, and it finally did.
Oh my gosh. Where are you? I’m on my way to pick you up now.
I hung up the phone and stepped back into the shop.
I’m sorry. That was Darco, I need to go.
Is everything alright?
Her mother just died.
I never knew that you could love someone so much that their own heartbreak you could feel yourself. I feel so overprotective at the moment. She’s sleeping in our bedroom, and I won’t even leave the room.
I’m blessed to have this marriage. I’m blessed to be able to hurt with my wife in this saddening time.
Cool moment today: First day back in school from Christmas Break, and staff had to stay late for professional development.
Why is that cool?
Because after being in the building for the past couple years, I was asked if I’d like to work with another teacher and teach a professional development class on Twitter.
Instructors teacher instructors. Not to mention is was about using Twitter in the classroom. It was really neat, and it made my heart happy that I got to contribute to the world of education in a way that wasn’t directed tied to my students.
First snow day as a teacher. It was announced a few hours ago. Trust me, I love my kids. However, I’m blessed to be given one more day of recovery from the fall before going back to school. Mentally I need it.
Additionally, my parents amaze me. They braved the weather, came to our house, shoveled our drive, thawed out the cars, and cooked meals for us. Jim fell on the ice while shoveling, I nearly cried, just because seeing family doing work for my sake was humbling at the least.
I don’t deserve a life like this. I am blessed beyond reason.
That is one thing that hasn’t changed through all the time of these past couple years. Failure, mistakes, errors, missteps, etc…all the things I encourage my students to experience daily, is professionally what I fear the most. Ironic, yes?
These past few weeks have been laced with errors. One thing after another, I racked up an impressive list of miscues in the world of academia.
This is why I’m grateful for small victories. These last ten weeks I’ve experimented with developing a debate program at our middle school. I firmly believe competition exists outside of courts, gyms, and fields. By God’s grace I wound up with 23 sixth to eighth grade students on a roster for this past quarter. It has been an amazing experience. The students, personally, grew faster in content and comprehension then I had originally predicted.
I took some of the data from these past weeks and sent it to our high school debate coach to analyze and review.
They were impressed. These middle school students impressed the high school coach! The coach offered to share their teams source material for construction of debates, asking how their students could interact with mine in the spring semester, and just overall gave a tone of excitement.
After a recent rough streak; this was such a blessing to receive.