Stories with Sophie

We've been friends for almost a quarter of a century.  We raised our kids together--everything from diapers to driving. We cheered those kids on through rock bands and basketball teams, high school musicals and college tests, dating to weddings. We bought lake trailers next door to each other. Learned to golf together (although she is now MUCH better than I am). We cried and hugged through the deaths of parents and the birth of grandkids. I can't imagine her not in my life. She is one of the strongest women I know and also one of the best friends. She taught me how to stand up for myself. She got me to go out and have fun and until this year, always rode the roller coaster with me. She buys me presents she keeps for herself. Or gives them to me early so she doesn't keep them for herself. She always has chocolate stash that she willing shares if I need it. She keeps treats for the dogs in the area, although her family says she doesn't like dogs. She shares

It was a week of big things:  Two nights of conferences, post observation conference, and the commercial project in speech .  How was I going to focus on one little thing like Ruth challenged us to do in her post ? Looking at the big things took all of my time! But this morning as I uploaded pictures from a visit to our oldest son's last weekend, I found myself smiling--at the happy, giggling smiles of our grandkids, the proud smiles of our son as he holds his youngest, Grandpa's smiles as he plays with them all. How Can something so small and perfect Create such a Large swell of feeling Inside me? How Can those upturned corners and sparkling eyes Melt my heart and Make my arms ache? How Can the giggles that escape and grab my soul Still be there Today? But those smiles weren't the only ones that I thought about: Student smiles as they walk into my room, excited to work on the current project. They talk, they giggle, they show me what they'v

A typical high school Monday--a little bit of everything and conferences to boot! The morning went well. Kids worked pretty hard on their commercials. Almost all of my alternative school kids showed up. And someone put apple bars in the lounge. Life was good. Until after lunch. Two groups were working in the hall and in the reading/writing center outside of my room.  Something that goes on most every day. I was in the classroom when I heard a crash/clank.  I went into the hall... "What?" Surly voice, surly look, defensive posture.  This was not good. I give my best teacher stare, "What is going on?" "He called me a c&*^%*%$er," the surly one replies (rather calmly, I might add). "He laughed at our story," an angry young man on crutches answers, "And then he kicked my crutches! Dealing with 16-year-old boys for quite a few years, I am not surprised by the language, but I am angry about the crutch kicking! "I'l

They speak to me at odd times.  Sometimes in the morning during a quiet cup of coffee. Sometimes  while I play outside with Chloe.  Last week, they kept whispering to me during Creative Writing and I just had to put down the papers I was reading and write down their stories. Will they continue sharing with me?  Do they want the world to know about them? Or will they continue to just whisper, never fulling revealing who they are?

What a coincidence!  My post yesterday for National Day of Writing credited my love of writing back to when I read the book Harriet the Spy  as a child. I wanted to be Harriet. I wrote in my own little notebook as I spied on the world around me. Then, this morning I am checking my Twitter feed (mrsday75) and a tweet by Sharon Creech caught my eye.  All it said was "Harriet the Spy" and gave a link  to the Children's Book Almanac site.  Who knew that on October 21, 1964 Harriet the Spy  was published. And somewhat controversially, it seems. Harriet was a new kind of children's character in the '60's. And, I wasn't the only child to want to be Harriet. Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to go revisit an old friend's neighborhood !

What I write: Grocery lists To-do Lists Scattered Poetry Scrapbook journals Diaries Journals Comments to kids Notes to colleagues Thank-you notes Facebook messages Tweets Birthday cards Why I Write: To keep in touch To Share To Learn To Explore To Rant To Create To Give Encouragement To Leave a Mark To Record My History But really, I write because I always wanted to be Harriet. You remember Harriet... Harriet the Spy  ?  After I read that book, my life changed.  I took my little writer's notebook and roamed our neighborhood, spying on the neighbors and writing down what I saw. I wanted to be Harriet. Eventually, that writer's notebook became a diary. I wrote down inconsequential things that meant nothing to no one. I remember keeping real feelings locked inside and only wrote down what I thought people wrote in diaries. Mrs. Henke and Creative Writing entered my life in high school and along with her a love of writing poetry (notice I didn't

Inadequacy Creeps in, Stealing creativity, Squashing ideas, Putting out the fire. Inadequacy screams, Better than you have tried and failed. Inadequacy whispers, Just shut your door and teach. Inadequacy writes, What makes you think you are good enough? Inadequacy, The thief of dreams.

It's 5:00am and I woke early.  Not sure why, but I am.  I was going to post about being evaluated today, but I read blogs and checked Twitter instead. I reread Christy's Slice of Life  from Tuesday again because I love the way she wrote her post about the young man in her classroom. The intro, especially, grabbed my attention and I wanted to use it today as a mentor text with my freshman. But most importantly, she is connecting and making difference in that young man's life. I read a new blog for me, but one I enjoy,  JennM at I Hablo Espanglish.  She made an analogy to the starfish story and two students at school.  One she kept from being bullied at lunch, one she helped get her locker fixed. She made a difference in those two lives. And then Michelle tweeted a post. I generally read anything she tweets about because it's usually good stuff! And it was again this morning. A new blog to follow Justin Stortz at Pursuing Context . Justin comes right out and says t

Last week was Demonstration Speech week in my speech classes. I think it's my second favorite speech that students give. With this speech I learn my students' passions.  I learn what gets them excited about life.  Students who may struggle with other speeches shine when they give this one because this is where they live and love. This is something they enjoy. I took pictures for the yearbook of students presenting their speeches, and wish I had them with me to include. You see, the speeches don't just take place in my classroom. The kids present everywhere. We were in the gym (lots of volleyball speeches), the parking lot (I think I could change my own tire after that one), on the track (learned to throw a shot put and do the long jump), and the back lawn behind the building (I can throw a pretty good spiral now). Passion. And then Friday night at the lake, we had a little jam session in the store at the resort: Here are guys, doing what they love. It might not

2 Songs If I can only choose two songs, then I would have to choose songs that make me smile. 1. I'm Yours by Jason Mraz 2. Down At the Twist and Shout by Mary Chapin Carpenter Both make me happy and I can sing along to both of them at the top of my lungs (not that you'd want to hear me).

3 Films This might be as hard as the four books! Although maybe not a surprise: 1. Gone With the Wind:   I also saw the movie with my grandma when I was 11 or 12.  In the theatre.  Truly my favorite and one of my favorite memories. 2. Wizard of Oz: Again a movie with lots of  memories attached and one of my favorites.  This could be a blog post all on its own!  And just might be! 3. August Rush:   My husband and I watched this movie a couple of years ago. It is such a beautiful quiet movie about a young musical prodigy who uses his music to find his birth parents.  The soundtrack is one of my favorite things to listen to in the car.

4 Books This will be hard. How to choose only four books????? 1. Gone With the Wind:   The first grown-up book I read. I was 12.  I have loved it ever since and find something new to enjoy every time I read it.  A must have... 2. Inkheart:   I fell in love with this whole series. But the first adventures of Meggie in the Inkheart world are my favorite. For anyone who has disappeared into a book they were reading.... 3. Rebecca:  This is another book that I discovered as a teen and I love it to this day.  This would satisfy my need for suspense and mystery. 4. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows:   Doesn't a Harry Potter book have to be on a list?

5 Foods 1. Skippy Honey Nut Creamy Peanut Butter:  No other will do. In fact, if by chance another brand or another "flavor" shows up in my cupboard, it's probably for cookies or Chloe (she loves a little peanut butter in her Kong).  Peanut butter goes with everything--one of my favorites is as a dip for apples. 2. Grilled steak.   I don't usually order steak when we go out to eat because my husband and friends do such a terrific job on the grill. 3. Warm chocolate chip cookies and milk.  I don't think this really needs any explanation.  A wonderful comfort food. 4. Homemade soups:   I love to make homemade soup of any kind.  They are all my favorites:  chili, chicken and noodles, beef and noodles, beef stew, cheeseburger, chicken enchilada.....mmmmmm. 5. Chocolate:   I have to have my piece of chocolate every day. And I have cravings for different kinds of chocolate. Sometimes I want brownies, sometimes a snicker bar, sometimes ice cream. It just

6 Places 1. Sandbar Beach Resort:  My favorite place in the world. Home of my soul. 2. Louisiana: If I have lived a past life, I'm sure it was here.   3. Barnes and Noble:  Is there a more perfect store in the world? 4. My room at school: It's me. It's mine. My home away from home. 5. Vegas:  I don't know why, but I love it's tackiness 6. Any theatre, anywhere.  If you can put on a live show there, I love it.

7 Wants 1. I want to end bullying in my school--heck--I want to end it everywhere, but you have to start someplace. 2. I want to win the lottery and then create a technology wonderland in my classroom. Of course, first I'd have to have more than two plug ins in my room :) 3. I want a Prius. 4. I want to go back to Vegas--I'm thinking the four days off over my birthday might be a good time. 5. I want to wake up and be a size 12. 6. I want someone to come in and redecorate my house---of course, they'd have to clean it really well also. And they'd have to convince my husband to throw away the last 50 years of his life! 7. I want to see a Broadway show ON BROADWAY.

Check out other slice of life stories at Two Writing Teachers "Really, those people don't matter.  Just ignore them. I know it's hard, but really, they don't matter."  Those words propelled me out my classroom door and I saw her. Swollen red eyes, sniffling nose, dejected look on her face. My girl, my project for the year.  A former student accompanied her--another one of the lost souls who roam the hallways of high schools. Now the mother of two children, she speaks to my girl from experience. "High school stinks. But get through it. It won't matter when you are out. I promise.  I talk to those same people now and it's all different." "I just want to go home," she sniffles. "Walk with me," I answer. I put my arm around her and the three of us walk up the hall. " You matter to me," I tell her. "I want you to be in my class this afternoon. Somewhere, deep inside you, you have to find

8 Fears 1. Something bad happening to a family member. 2. Staying overnight alone.  I hate it.  I still "let" my husband go on his weekend trips to his brother's or fishing with our son. I just don't like to be home alone over night. 3. Saying something that will seriously damage a student. I can be sarcastic. I need to watch that! 4. Heights.  I don't even like to walk on the dock at the lake.  Freaks me out.  And getting into a boat is scary too.  I do it because I don't want to be left out, but.... 5. Snakes and other creepy crawlies (but not bugs). 6. Things that go bump in the night---you know what I mean.  You wake up to a strange sound and stay awake trying to figure out what it is.  I'm just a big chicken. 7. Hitting a deer on the road at night. I've done it once. Don't want to do it again. 8. Making a fool of myself and having people laugh at me.  I laugh at things I do a lot.  But I'm always afraid that I will do some

Nine Loves Obviously, friends and family would top the list. I'm opting for nine other loves 1. My Job!  Even though it can be trying. Even though there are days I would rather not go back. Even though teachers don't always get the respect they deserve. I love my job and can't imagine doing anything else with my life. 2. My Students (current and former) 3. Sunday night baths.  Don't call me at 7.  I am unavailable. Every Sunday night since the boys were babies this has been my time.  And no one disturbs me. 4. Rainy days where I can wrap up in a blanket and read all day. 5. Snow days.  Shhh. Don't tell my husband! 6.  Warm chocolate chip cookies and milk. 'Nuff said. 7. Tuesday wine night.  My husband works later on Tuesdays and it has become my habit to have glass of wine while dinner cooks. 8. Sandbar Beach. Our lake place and it truly is the most wonderful place on earth. 9. Really good chocolate ice cream. I laugh as I read this list

Today's shout out goes to the entire staff  at Crestwood High School.  This includes not only the teachers and administrative staff, but the paras, nurses, secretaries, and custodians. No matter what gets said around town, you are making a difference in the lives of the teenagers we see every day.  I watch as you arrive early to work with the kid who just doesn't get it.  I watch as you stay far beyond 4:00pm to do the same thing. I see that you take students under your wing and give them the love that they aren't getting at home (and sometimes the kick in the rear that they need!) I see you cry when bad things happen and you don't know what to do. You take on jobs without extra pay because it's good for kids. You work hard at creating a welcoming, learning environment. For all this and more, You Matter.

Reading the blog of a former student , I found that she has started this blogging challenge. I don't know where she found it, but I liked it. So here we go. 10 secrets 1. I am a terrible procrastinator. If I can put it off, I do. 2. Teaching still scares me. I'm always worried I will screw some kid up for life! 3. I love sappy movies and books that make me cry.  They don't need any literary merit what-so-ever. 4. I still love Saved By The Bell . 5. My grandkids really are the smartest and the cutest kids on the planet. Sorry for the rest of you. 6. I've read Gone With the Wind  about 20 times. I used to read it every summer. I've probably seen the movie that many times also! 7. Appearances are deceiving--I'm very disorganized. 8. I am a "bleeding heart liberal". Wait--maybe that's not such a secret.... 9.  If it's on sale and I have a coupon, I'll probably buy it--even if I don't really need it. 10. It's hard f