I received your postcard of October 7, 2015. Those blue skies over Kentucky made me nostalgic for blue skies I’ve traveled, such as this flight across the Sound.
Should I simply call this “Blue” or ask for some help to CAPTION THIS PHOTO?
Sometimes you see something that shocks and tickles. I have no words with which to label this, but perhaps you or one of your readers do. Please leave a comment, and caption this photo!
(Note: The passengers were all wearing harnesses and sunglasses or ribbons.
Help me find a title for this picture. This snapshot is from an afternoon drive without a specific destination.
an October traveler
(Click The Scenic Route 31 to see other October 31 Days posts from my sister and me.)
It was with vexing dismay that I realized that my job as teacher was consuming me. That awareness was the catalyst for a bit of rearranging of my classroom procedures. I started with what is probably the least important assignment that causes me much consternation: students’ interactive notebooks.
Middle school students are basically disorganized even when told exactly how to organize something, such as a notebook. Some of my students’ notebooks are in such disarray that I despaired of their successfully studying the contents. Whereas I was a student who relished learning and inhaled the scent of new notebooks, folders, and writing utensils, many adolescents today mutilate their notebooks beyond usefulness. As I strove to create hyper-organized notes and table of contents, some students were writing love notes and resharpening broken pencils to nubs so they could scribble pointlessly in notebooks. For these students, earning a passing grade on a notebook check was an impossibility.
Today, I transmitted the sole responsibility of notebook organization to my students. For the rest of the school year, students are responsible for what they choose to record in notebooks. Each week, I will give a mini-quiz over the information we have covered. It’s genius really. Instead of gathering raggedy notebooks to pore over, I will recoup some much needed time for myself; I don’t have to cry at the sight of strangled, de-boned spiral notebooks anymore.
With this new tactic, I predict that I will save myself about twelve hours of grading and TOC-making over the next several weeks.
Time rearranged = 12 hours
My sister, creator of StoneLeaf & Co., has been rearranging stuff for a long time. Each necessary shift has positively impacted her and her outlook. She wrote yesterday about how she has been on a journey searching for a purpose and voice for her writing. She has accepted that her current story to tell is about our mother and the uncomfortable journey of Alzheimer’s. I respect my sister’s strength to accept her current role.
I am therefore inspired to accept opportunities for growth as 2015 begins. I don’t know what will need to be rearranged first, but I suspect it will be something mundane: hanging up clothes, painting the edges of the walls in my kitchen, clearing out all the bins I have collected in 12 years of teaching, finishing a book, redistributing my fat to muscle ratio, finding more time to spend with loved ones, etc.
I will probably rearrange some furniture sooner or later too.
I do know one thing. I am not good at keeping “new year’s resolutions.” So, this year, I am going to trust God first. Then, I am going to set 24-hour goals and see what happens as stuff gets rearranged. I hope the result is a better me.
T-shirts folded and rearranged.
Today I saw a welcoming bed at the end of the day. Mondays are not easy days when you’re a teacher.
Seeing my bed improved my day immensely.