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Some Days Are

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This slice is part of the Slice of Life on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24. I’m slicing on Tuesdays. I hope you’ll join me!

Some days are
wake up early with the dog days
dog is scared of rain days
it’s raining all day days

Some days are
meetings cancelled days
kids are awesome days
work gets done days

Some days are
coloring is part of my job days
kindergarteners say hi in the hall days
people are so appreciative days

Some days are
rush home from school days
walk the dog in the drizzle days
zoom class with good people days

Some days are
don’t see your kids very much days
make a salad late at night days
hope to go to sleep early days

Relax. It’s March (Soon Enough, It Will Be April.)

Slice of LIfe
This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

I was so inspired by Fran’s Relax slice, and I’ve been trying different versions on my own. But, it’s hard! Today I read a lot of people’s March Slice of Life wrap up slices, and I thought … what if I did a wrap up Relax slice? It might seem depressing … but the cool thing is that I’m still standing! Here’s my try, from my month of slices: Relax. It’s March (Soon Enough, It Will Be April)

Relax.
It’s March
.
Things are going to be bad.
You will realize you have been wearing the tag
on your shoe
in public. It will make you laugh,
and write. You will be angry about things you can’t
quite publish. You will know you will never be
as unf***withable as your friend was. Noticing things
all month will become an issue. There won’t be any
paper towels or plastic garbage bags at your airbnb
and you will sob saying goodbye to your daughter. You will continue
to parent teenagers. An honor, for sure, but also so tiring
being a punching bag. You will go to Home Goods and
realize that death is just around the corner, and you will
not practice your therapist’s advice in order to pause that
catastrophic anxiety. The SATs will come and go. Your son will
curse at his computer screen while practicing. This will make
you feel, once again, like a bad mom. Your kids will roll their eyes
at you
. A lot. Spring break will end, and all the poetry you write
will not stop school from coming in like a lion. Even your dog
will be embarrassed by you, although he is an old man, not a teenager.
The world of education will continue to go mad, citing research
that the powerful cherry pick. Meanwhile, you will go in and out
of classrooms finding joy but not realizing you should
have been paying attention to how the teachers took
lunch count. It will warm your heart to hear your cat play,
but she will be alone without her cat brothers which will
break your heart. People will be scared to voice their opinions,
and you will feel like a storm is coming. You will worry
that more things will be thrown out with the bath
water
. Your dog will get sick which you won’t write about, because
ew, gross. You will try to remember that it won’t be winter
forever
but anxiety will take hold as you wait
for a meeting. You will try to spend your energy thinking
about little joyful things. You will realize almost nobody
can be trusted, and that fumbling through
new things
is in your future. A glass will get stuck in your
garbage disposal. You will lose faith, but you will always have poetry,
which will help you march on. Undappled won’t be the word you
want it to be. There will be too many questions in your head, and
you will search for answers. You will be reminded of betrayal, as if
you need to be reminded. Your filter will disintegrate,
and you will stop watching your face, but your connections
will just keep growing. You will be proud of your kids, even
when you have to use google translate. The Easter Bunny won’t
leave jelly beans on the piano, but there will be
a scavenger hunt for the teenagers, and then there will be
a quiet Sunday afternoon. Soon enough, it will be April.

Easter

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

When I’d wake up on Easter morning,
I’d search for jellybeans
around the house
black jelly beans on the black piano keys, that sort of thing
we weren’t
church people
not that there’s anything wrong with that
some of my favorite people
go to church

I loved the mini Cadbury eggs with the crunchy candy shell best
and the little carton of egg-shaped gum
we must have had Easter dinners somewhere
I have vague vegetarian memories of
watching people eating ham
we weren’t
ham people

I will never understand eating
ham
or lamb
especially on Easter
here, let’s celebrate life, joy, hope,
the spring
by killing this baby animal
it just doesn’t make sense
even though
some of my favorite people
eat baby animals

One year my daughter lost her tooth
the night before Easter
The Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny had to come the same night
They left a note together and I was left
wondering what other magical visitors could
come together
I guess the Tooth Fairy could meet anyone else
since teeth can fall out
any day

Some people use
Easter as a time to practice
forgiveness
but I have learned that not
everything needs to be forgiven
so I will focus on rebirth
and hope
and just a little bit of
vegan chocolate

Clásico H

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

I am watching the virtual presentation and Dr. Peter is talking about connection over compliance. I am all for it. I think we need to shout that message from the rooftops, to be honest. There is a lot packed into his short presentation, so many things I need to remember to practice in and out of the classroom. At the end he reminds us of his Feeling Thermometer. It’s a simple tool that helps you gauge your own feelings and that of the child you are with.

I remember this thermometer. It became a really useful tool when my middle child, H, was young. As parents we had to practice not having a green zone conversation with H when he was in the red zone. We talked about feelings, we empathized and let him know we’d talk about it when he was in the green.

Those days were…
Those days were exhausting.

As I am listening to the presentation and remembering my own years of feeling thermometer work at home, I get a text from H – now 17. We haven’t talked about the feeling thermometer for a very long time.

A few days ago he decided he wants his ears pierced, and he’s wondering if we need an appointment for the next day, and can I do that? He doesn’t know if the piercing place is the same company as the tattoo place, and he isn’t sure how to figure it out.

I’m in a presentation though, so I can’t call, I can’t figure anything out. I feel bad, but ask him if he can do it.

“All good! Thx” he texts.

A bit later he messages, “I just called them, they are in fact a different company, most likely they’re situated within; probably a strategic alliance. They have walk-ins and have availability tomorrow. So I think it will be good.”

He adds a link, not to the piercing company, but to information about what a strategic alliance is. I guess he wants to make sure I’m duly educated .

I’m glad the presentation is over, because I can’t help but laugh… this is classic H.

One thing you should know though, is that when you think you’ve got classic H figured out, you don’t. Because, next he starts texting me in Spanish.

At first, I’m hanging in, remembering enough of my high school Spanish to mostly figure it out (Shout out to Señora Birzes!)

Okay, Señora Birzes and all Spanish teachers, I am sure none of this is perfecto, pero. . .

Soon, I need to start using google translate. I can’t quite be sure of the exact meaning of his next two texts.

“Ok, no estoy seguro si tienes que estar alli conmigo.”

“Pero, podría ser mejor si haces.”

And as I’m google translating that last part

“Ok, I’m not sure if you have to be there with me. But, it might be better if you do.”

I get his next text, “Im not using google translate!!! Im actually learning!”

I’m laughing again, of course, while I admit to him that I am using Google Translate, and then continue to use it to try to remind him to walk the dog in Spanish. And that’s that!

Until today when I ask him if I can write about this.

“It’s Multilingual Friday!” I say, and he says it’s fine.

“Can I also write about how I was in a Dr. Peter presentation?” I ask him, and he squints his eyes at me like, “why?”

I only cry a little bit explaining to H how parenthood works. One day you are using feeling thermometers, exhausted from trying to support your little kid’s big feelings, and the next he is calling piercing places, getting information independently, and texting you in Spanish.

It’s hard to explain, but I’m just so proud, piercings and all.

Connecting

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂


Connecting
laptops
zoom, zoom, zoom
breathing in and out
in and out in and out in and out
taking notes with colored marker
writing presentation notes and quotes
that really make you think, like when the
presenter answered,

The rubric is very
Specific
How do I explain this?
It’s generalized.
You can look at the other ones if you want to —
But it’s generic
So if you need to, you can just explain it to the students

Wait, what?

There’s so much to laugh about
good thing you can
round it out with some
crying

No worries though
there are colored markers!
and also
friends
books
knitting
and a baby visit!

So I guess, all-in-all, even though
I may roll my eyes
at a rubric that is very
specifically generic
I get to roll my eyes in good company
and at the end of the day, it is mostly about
Connecting

Calm Down

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

Calm Down

the months I knew for sure my friend was going to die
but didn’t know my husband was screwing my kids’ teacher
a song kept coming on my shuffle, trying to get me to
pay attention to
my instincts

Julianna Calm Down*
You know he’s about to leave but don’t panic

I would sob on the way home from visiting my dying friend

Breathe
It’ll be okay


later I found out how true the song
actually was

so it seems pretty dramatic that work is making me sing that same song
I’m rolling my eyes at myself here

nobody’s dying (besides all of us at some point)
I’m not even married anymore

just put on, put on, put on your best shoes…
and do it with a smile so that no one knows it’s
put on, put on, put on

so I should just be able to

breathe
it’ll be okay

I already know the sting of betrayal
so maybe that is why
dignity matters to me
truth is important to me
and I find it hard to back down from my
instincts
since I said I’d
never
doubt them again

hold on
to everything you
know to be true
don’t let the wolves
get the best of you
breathe

I’m trying, Chicks, I’m trying.

*Julianna Calm Down by The Chicks is a beautiful song – that does contain adult language.


Be Still

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

I’m trying to be
Still. But,
my teacher brain got turned to max
and I can’t really dial it down.

I don’t mean to be dramatic, but
I’ve got to get
organized
I tell myself this every few minutes
before remembering that
I have
no
idea
what
I’m organizing for

Who knows where I’ll be
who I’ll be
what I’ll be
how I’ll be
but,
still.
I look at everything with my
teacher eyes.
I took a mini plastic magnifying glass off of a soap dispenser and kept it.
Just in case
I need a mini plastic magnifying glass in my classroom.

Still.
I need to be still.
I don’t know who I’m collecting things for.
Speaking of things I don’t know –
I should probably reread every teaching book
I’ve read over the last 7 years with a new
lens. I’m calling
this lens,
helping myself.

Can I be my own coach?
To try, I will need to
listen to myself
stand by myself
question myself
advocate for myself
stretch myself
grow myself
give myself grace

(And if you see me
talking to myself,
you’ll know why…)

I
still
have time
Months actually
4 full months
Still –
Once the teacher dial has been dialed up, it’s really quite hard to dial it down
and be still.

Dappled Sun

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

Do you remember the bus ride home from school? The sun would filter in and out from behind the trees, hitting your eyes. Of course you didn’t have sunglasses. You just got the headache from the moving bus. When you got home, you saw spots from the dappled sun for a bit and then you did your homework.

Or, at least you knew you had to do your homework. You were supposed to do your homework.

My parents had to remind me. A lot. It took repeated reminding for me to get to work. I wasn’t what you would call a fan of homework.

There was also piano to practice.
And lines to memorize.

Now, I don’t have to practice piano. (Although my piano sits in the corner, wishing I played, I think.)

Now, I have no lines to memorize. (Although I have a lot of lines I’d like to say. Maybe I should practice those.)

Today, I just have to write.
And then I can move on with the evening.

But for awhile the sun filtered in through my big window. It wasn’t dappled. Why isn’t undappled a word?

I had to sit in the corner of my couch with my head tilted just right, so the sun wouldn’t shine directly in my eyes, and I could think straight.

Well, straighter than with the sun blinding me.

Nobody reminded me to write.
The sun is setting, undappled, and I finally wrote.

Whether Your Weather

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

March is going
out
like a lion
this year
and I’m not talking about the weather

Two weeks ago someone asked me
What’s your weather?
and I said, it feels like a
storm
is brewing.

So maybe my new job
should be
fortune teller
My crystal ball tells you whether
your life will be this or that

Today at TJ Maxx
we saw a card
you are the teacher the world needs
it said and we had to decide
whether to laugh or cry

Whether your weather
is outside or in
lamb or lion
we can only choose to
March on

Saturday Poems

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

6-word
Saturday goes quickly, thankful for Sunday

Haiku
Chore filled Saturday
Clean house, cold dog walk, Target
Mind full of unknowns

Limerick
There once was a mid career teacher
Who wondered what decisions would reach her
So much had been discussed
She didn’t know what to trust
Since trust was no longer her best feature

Rispetto
Friday night, Saturday on the horizon
Expectations for accomplishments, no less!
Then Saturday dawns, reality flies in
Do only priorities – no extra stress!
It’s the weekend, you know you deserve to chill
If you don’t take time to rest, you’ll soon get ill
Vacuum, laundry? Sure. But, big projects can wait
You need to rest, and wonder about your fate

Naani
I wander the book aisle
Stare at the titles
Wonder
Which books will I read to my class next year?