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I’m Somewhat of a Basketball Expert…

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

The kids were playing highly supervised basketball. Supervised because ball-playing at recess has had to be paused often due to conflicts. Basketball I guess because it’s March?

We had to keep a close eye on the kids. It’s hard to be kind the whole game I guess. At least when you are 7 or 8, and the basket is so high, and you want all the turns, or at least one.

It looked like two boys were tackling each other and I told them, “That’s not how we play basketball.”

“Yes it is,” one of them said to me.

“We don’t tackle in basketball,” I explained. He told me of course that they weren’t tackling, it’s just that he had fallen and was trying to get up.

I told him that I’d make the calls, then whispered to my partner teacher, “It’s a referee in basketball, right?” to make sure I was right before saying, “I’m the referee, for this game. And the referee is always right.”

They shrugged their agreement and went back to playing.

I noticed that the kind words weren’t exactly flowing on the court, and talked with a player who was accused of calling another player a liar.

“Well, he was lying,” he said, “and I didn’t call him a liar, I told him he was lying. He just wants us to get the ball banned again.”

I told him that I understood why he was upset, but that we needed to spread positivity during this game. I sent him off with a call to action that sounded, I think, like, “Go spread joy in that basketball game, buddy!”

This is maybe when you are shaking your head, laughing at me reffing with joy proclamations.

It’s also when I started realizing I was going to need a whole two-team second-grade huddle.

I called the kids over, and they ran in like serious ball players do.

I said, “Little known fact, but I am actually somewhat of a basketball expert.”

I did not tell them how well my March Madness bracket is doing. (It is doing very well, and even if I don’t get any closer to the top, I will be taking all bragging rights, as is my due.)

I said, “I have a professional basketball player, basically in my family.”

They all stared at me, wide-eyed.

I said, “His name is Yuuki Okubo. You may have heard of him, or even heard the song that someone made about him.”

“It goes like this, Yuuki, Yuuki, Yuuki Okubooooo.” I sang.

One of my kids nodded his head, kinda jutted out his chin and said, “Yea. I know him.”

I told them, “He plays for the Fukushima Firebonds.”

They were all listening very intently.

“And do you know what I see the Fukushima Firebonds do when I watch them?” I asked them.

That same kid said, without a pause, “Win.”

I smiled. “Well, they do win a lot,” I agreed. “But even when they don’t win, do you know what they do? What do you think they do when one of the players misses a shot?”

The kids said, “They say ‘good try!”

I told them yes (although maybe I should learn what good try is in Japanese…) and that I see professional players give high fives and encouragement for missed baskets, and scored points.

“That’s what I want to see from all of you!” I said, in my best coach from a movie giving a passionate speech voice. “Now go play some joyful ball!”

The kids ran off, and I’m not going to say it was a complete turn around or anything, but I did hear some nice “It’s okay!” And “Good try!” exclamations coming from the players.

One of them jogged over to me and asked “Are we playing 1-2 or 2-3?”

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. What did the players decide? Ask an expert.”

When he jogged away, I looked at my partner teacher, “What does that mean 1-2, 2-3?”

She thought probably points, and I agreed.

Just then someone came over, crying that their team hadn’t passed them the ball yet. As I was counseling them in what I would like to think was the perfect blend of empathy and grit, another player was coming over with his hand on his head. He had been hit by a basketball.

As we walked to the nurse I said, “It’s okay! It happens to the best players. Did you know that the Duke Point Guard was out for the start of March Madness? You’ll be back for the next game!”

I know this because I’m somewhat of a basketball expert.

Everyone Wants an Answer Key

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

Everyone wants an answer key
You might be surprised,
I don’t know if it will be pleasantly…

False. I was up by 5 something, of course.
True. Heavy work … When it works, it works.
True. I needed to clean my clothes.
False. But I did sit on the rug down low.
False. That will start this week, every day, all the days.
False. It was 10. Seems way less than most days.
True. I’m vegan but I use honey if I’m desperate
True. She said “Oh my,” but accepted it.
False. It’s my dog who needs all the meds.
True. Pajamas… not just for going to bed!
True. Bananas are a popular snack.
True. But he had a different walk, and I had a cough attack
True. We had to stay in until outside was cleared.
True. We can talk now. Isn’t that weird?
False. It was the kids’ lie detector project that was broken.
True. I wish this was something misspoken.

Sorry, Can’t Talk…

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

Oh my gosh, guys.
I can’t talk, guys.

My college kid is coming home
his sister went to bring him home
for the weekend

No big deal
Nothing unusual
He comes home a lot

But oh my gosh, guys.
Do you know what he said?

He said
Home around 7
for family pizza and a movie.

Maybe he’s going to ask me for money
or something
But my other kids said
sounds fun
And I picked up the pizza
And some vegan ice cream too

Oh my gosh, guys.
Do you think the kids will agree
on a movie?

I’m so glad I started steroids for my cough yesterday.
that’s the only way I’ll stay up for this.

A Little Bit of Coaching

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

I had been doing my progress reports for, I don’t know, 100 hours, when my 19 year old son walked by. He looked over my shoulder and nodded.

“We’re learning about direct instruction,” he said.

I looked up. I love when he starts talking about his EdPsych class. Watching him go through K-12 school was… let’s say, an adventure. Hearing his reflection on that time as he learns about education? That is amazing. He’s given me advice for behavior management, he’s helped me figure out how to explain things, he’s been pretend taught as I prepared for learning labs… And sometimes his reflections just make me reflect on my own practices.

“And what do you think about it?” I asked him, wondering what he was going to say about direct instruction.

“Good direct instruction is discovery learning.” He said this with confidence. “We’ve been learning about them as separate things, but really they go together.”

I tried to get him to tell me more, because, what? I love this train of thought. But, he insisted that he is just starting to learn about it, not ready to give me a thesis yet.

“I had to write a second-grade lesson plan the other day,” he told me.

I asked him why he didn’t get my help for that. I mean, come on!

“We had to do it in the middle of class,” he explained, “I just did a math lesson plan on converting tiles to inches, feet and yards.”

I was excited to tell him that I’ve done that lesson plan, and he nodded.

“I know. You told me about it. That’s why I knew to use it.”

“Ahhhh, so you DID get my help,” I smiled proudly.

I don’t know if he’ll ever be a teacher, but I know he’d make a good one. In the meantime, I continue to grab the nuggets of wisdom he randomly spouts out. He is like my own instructional coach that I get to see whenever he comes home from college. (And I’ll take all the coaching I can get.)

March Madness

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

Sometimes people tell me they are a little surprised that my instagram stories sometimes include basketball scores and celebrations.

But, I mean when your amazing daughter’s awesome boyfriend plays, you might start watching college basketball.


When he moves to Japan to play for the Fukushima Firebonds, you might get excited about how great the team is doing!


When you and your daughter have to be awake in the middle of the night to take care of the dog anyway, she might finally figure out how to stream the games on her iPad.


When the Firebonds have a Wednesday night game, your daughter might put it on Wednesday morning…

And that’s how this morning, as I was drinking my coffee, I ended up watching a little bit of morning basketball.

“Wouldn’t it be funny,” I said to my daughter, “if this is the way people had to learn Japanese? Just by listening to the game?”

See, it seems my kids are all learning Japanese. My daughter travels there and learns from her boyfriend and his family. One of my sons is taking Japanese in college, and my other son just seems to learn languages randomly whenever he is interested in them.

But my brain isn’t great at learning languages right now. So I am glad I already (kind of) learned the language of basketball from watching a few years of Oberlin games. Otherwise, I’m not sure I could learn it when everything is in Japanese.

I did pick up “danku” after a slam dunk, and my daughter pointed out when the anouncer said a player was getting a “sekandochansu” at a foul shot.

Perhaps I will learn some Japanese at some point. After all, I used to think I’d never understand (or care about) basketball… and tonight I am going to make my first ever March Madness bracket for the school challenge.

After I pick a bracket name, of course. I mean the names that other people have are amazing…

I have a few ideas, but when I tried to tell my ideas to my youngest son tonight he was annoyed. He said, “Maybe you should start watching basketball then?”

I said, “I do watch basketball! I just watched it this morning!”

“What basketball are you watching?” He said this, already knowing.

“The Fukushima Firebonds.”

Duh.

But just you wait. My bracket might surprise you… But first I have to pick my bracket name…I’ve got some great choices… not sharing yet… but let me know if you have one I should consider.

Exhaustion: A Complaint Slice

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

My son said that maybe taking care of the dog all night would be sweet for me — remind me of taking care of my kids when they were babies.

I said, “Yea. But I was not 48 then…”

To his credit he called after me, “You’re young!”

My daughter who was team sleep on the couch with mom and dog all night and help with medicine and waking up to take him out asked, “Is this what it’s like to have a newborn?”

I said, “Well… Having a newborn is harder.”

From my corner of the couch, a different couch from the one I slept on, I see Finn, snuggled up against me with his cone embarrassing him and pissing him off.

My couch is covered with blankets and pee pads, and I’ve been sitting here for maybe 100 years writing sub plans for tomorrow morning.

That’s the thing about teaching, isn’t it? I’m so tired from being up for a million hours, my cough is back, and I’m about to do it again tonight… so I need to take the morning time. But, doing that meant I had to spend hours not resting, but writing plans (In between following the schedule for all the pills and liquids and meals…)

From my corner of the couch I hear the soft music we are playing for this healing puppy. Google told us to make his environment as cave like as possible. We asked Google after a scary elevated respiratory rate situation. At first we put on cave sounds, but those were just weird. I don’t know if Finn appreciated the hollow dripping noises. I think whatever soft jazzy instrumental playlist someone put on now is, that’s the best bet. I hope.

From my corner of the couch I feel Finn’s breathing, and it seems regular now. We almost rushed him back to the vet, and I’m hoping we don’t have to do that. They said, “Follow your instincts. You know your dog best,” when I called earlier to say his breathing was much faster than what they said meant to call.

And yea, I do know him. But thankfully I’ve never known him after 5 days in the hospital. I’ve never known him on these medications I have to give him every 3 hours, every 8 hours, every 12 hours, every 24 hours, 1 hour before eating, 2 hours before eating, 2 hours after eating, 1 hour after eating. I’ve never known him after he ate almost 300 times the amount of medication he’s supposed to have.

And this is shocking, I know, but I’m not actually a trained vet. So, I guess what I’m saying is, this is a lot.

But at least I have muscle memory for sleep deprivation and taking care of babies. Now those babies are so old, that I actually have someone to help me with all the tasks!

From my corner of the couch, I’m tired. I’m grateful of course, for so many things – but also… I guess I just wanted to complain.

What Time Is It?

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

I am not what you would call
great
at what I call
calendar math.
I mean, I can teach it well.
Don’t worry about that.

But ask me how many days or hours until something and I’ll do some,
what some people have called,
crazy math.

“Well, 1:15 to 2:15, 2:15 to 3:15, 3:15 to 4:15…” I’ll say as I hold up my fingers. Knowing full well that I could also do 4-1.
I just really want to feel the cycle of that hour, I guess. It needs the X to X verbal cue and a little circle gesture.

It has taken me months to remember that when my daughter talks to her boyfriend in Japan, he’s saying good morning and she’s saying goodnight. We wake up on Saturday but I can find out if his team won their Saturday night game. What!?!

One time I made a joke asking if he could time a flight to Japan so that he could celebrate his birthday twice. My kids rolled their eyes at me, but he said, “Actually that happened once when I was a kid…”

I think it’s like magic, to be honest.

So when it’s time to change the clocks?
Not my favorite.
Not because I have to change many actual clocks anymore… but it’s just so mind bending to me.
For days I’ll say things like “Well, it would really be 8, but it’s 9, but it feels the 8, right?”

So imagine how I felt when I realized that our road trip to Florida was going to have us cross time zones just hours before the clocks changed.

As we drove closer and closer to our destination, I kept watching the clock on my phone, waiting for it to jump.
Finally it did. But it was so confusing.

What was 4:00 became 3:00, but in just a few hours that 3:00 would become 4:00 again, which would feel regular, but back home it would be … 5:00? Wait. Is there a diagram for this?

And what about those calls to Japan? It had been a 14 hour time difference, but then it became a 15 hour time difference for just a bit, then it went back to 14 hours. But back home, after the time change, I think it’s 13 hours?

“15 hours!” My daughter said it was the longest time difference they had had so far.

My son said, Well once you go past a 12 hour time difference, it sounds like it’s a bigger difference but it’s really a smaller difference because it’s getting closer to 24 hours which is no big deal because then you are just like a day different, but the time is pretty close. Like who cares if it’s Monday here and Tuesday there if it’s 8:00 am in one place, and 7:00 am in the other?

I tried to understand, I did. But I decided that if I am going to understand that, it won’t be after 10 hours in the car.

Once we unpacked, as we were trying to decide on timings and schedules, someone asked about the time change again.

“You gotta spring back!” I said, and my kids looked at me disappointedly. As they should have.

They yelled at me.

“Mom! You spring FORWARD! Maybe you shouldn’t be in charge of our schedule.”

And that’s what long road trips do to my already calendar-confused brain.

This Is The Dog That We Love

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!


This the dog that we love.

This is the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

This is the birthday bandana
That sits by the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

This is the picture of the dog
That wore the bandana
That sits by the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

This is the beach
That we were on getting the picture of the dog
That wore the bandana
That sits by the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

This is the book
That I read while I sat at the beach
That we were on getting the picture of the dog
That wore the bandana
That sits by the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

This is my family
That listened to me talk about the book
That I read while I sat at the beach
That we were on getting the picture of the dog
That wore the bandana
That sits by the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

These are some of the people we love
That helped my family
That listened to me talk about the book
That I read while I sat at the beach
That we were on getting the picture of the dog
That wore the bandana
That sits by the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

This is the dog
That loves these people that we love
That helped my family
That listened to me talk about the book
That I read while I sat at the beach
That we were on getting the picture of the dog
That wore the bandana
That sits by the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

This is my prayer
That I’m sending the dog
That loves these people that we love
That helped my family
That listened to me talk about the book
That I read while I sat at the beach
That we were on getting the picture of the dog
That wore the bandana
That sits by the bottle
That was chewed by the dog that we love.

I’m Driving.

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

I am driving. And I am writing in my head because what else can you do when it is dark and all the kids are sleeping?

So I am writing.

And skipping from song to song on my shuffled playlist, wondering why there are no good songs.

And I am lying to myself at every exit sign… telling myself I’ll just wait for a good place to stop and make a hotel reservation, and maybe write this for real.

Finally after an hour and a half I think to myself, “The next exit with a few choices that I can see, I will stop there!”

And a minute later, I see the Sheetz sign.

And even though we are still like 8 hours from home, I feel like we are close.

The kids wake up, and we buy weird late night sandwiches. Then we go between groggy silence and ridiculous conversation as I make a hotel reservation, and write this.

“Are you okay?” My daughter asks me?

“Yea. I’m just writing my slice,” I say, because in March… in March I have my priorities.

I mean, hours ago I made my daughter take a picture of the truck in front of us because it said TWT and I felt it was a reminder to write and post…on Two Writing Teachers!

We Are At the Beach.

This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

We are at the beach.
We are busying ourselves here at the beach.
Trying hard to think only positive thoughts about our Finn.
Watched a funny movie all snuggled in my bed last night.
Worked out this morning, then the pool.
In between we sat in the sun of the rental’s backyard.
I told the kids to pretend for a minute that they believe in intention setting and energy.
We sat and just thought about Finn.
We imagined ourselves next to him in his doggy hospital bed.
We imagined seeing him healthy in a few days, wagging his tail like nothing had happened.
I can’t speak for the kids, but I imagined petting his soft soft ears.
And I told him very lovingly but sternly that the people he is with are taking care of him. He might not be having fun but he needs to do everything they tell him to do, and then we will see him soon.
After he gets better, he can run around and play with his best friend.
His best friend’s person visited him today.
He wagged his tail so hard his bandage flung across the room.
She snuggled him and pet his soft, soft ears.
She told him that the people he is with are taking care of him. She told him he can come play as soon as he’s all better.
We spent the last few hours on the sand.
The kids took a walk.
I read.
I gazed at the turquoise water.
I told the little birds that landed next to me to please send some prayers to Finn.
We are at the beach.
I kept repeating it to myself.
We are at the beach.
We are at the beach.