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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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?