Siri and I have a complicated relationship. Sometimes she helps me call my dearest teaching widower and other times she has no idea who that is. It drives me nuts when she calmly tells me, “You’ll need to unlock your iPhone first.” What?? My dearest widower has not changed his name or number!
Recently I was stuck in a snarled traffic mess for what seemed like forever, so I forgave her (that’s good) and chatted with her (that’s bad in a car, I know). But I was not moving! Not an inch! For a long time! OK, I was impatient (also bad).
I started with some important questions but the conversation went downhill from there.
Yesterday was our last full day with the kiddos for the summer. Again. It was a fun day, with lots of laser tag, enjoying the Beatles’ Help movie, endless SpongeBob episodes, and many ventures with Roblox and Minecraft. Poor Christopher had the toughest time with goodbyes, but we were all very sad. Their friends who joined us and became part of the gang also mourned the end of movie nights. We hope they will all be able to return next year!
The folks at Walmart always breathe a sigh of relief when we leave!
Ok, I am starting a list of things that leak. Feel free to add your own. I am not including body parts other than the brain.
- Complex instructions to kiddos spoken in the midst of asides and other students’ comments.
- Classroom lectures that last 30 minutes.
- Classroom lectures that last 20 minutes.
- Social skills instructions that are not practiced in real world situations.
- Tips for dealing with bullies that don’t include adult supervision and support.
- Phonics instruction presented by teachers who have no scope and sequence.
- Phonics instruction presented by teachers who never learned phonics skills.
- Ditto #6 and #7 for phonological instruction.
- My brain after less than 8 hours of sleep.
- My words after a strong cup of tea.
Even this dehumidifier leaks- but into the sink, not the subfloor, like our dishwasher.
If you are old enough, and most of you are not, you might have heard a song called “Who Wears Short Shorts?” More a bit of jingle than anything, I was reminded of that song when I saw this Belk back-to school ad for teachers. It says a lot about something, just not sure what. Are all teachers really that young (because you don’t want to see me in these)? Do some schools really allow their teachers to wear these skimpy shorts? And if so, what is the dress code for kids?? If these shorts are simply summer gear, why is it advertised as a back-to-school sale? Mine is not to ponder why; mine is just to shop and buy.
It’s been 20 days but feels like a lifetime of H3N2. My doctor said I am still contagious so don’t lean too close to read this. Now I’m on antibiotics for a rough ear and sinus infection. Secondary infections, courtesy of this Mutating Monster. I know this is TMI, but how does an ear produce so much gunk? Fortunately, I still have a tube in there.
A dear one sent me this and made my week. My biggest heartache is that my precious student and his parents are struggling mightily. We text throughout the day, survivors’ lifelines.
Another lifeline from Jesus: Abba, Father, everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me (and my student and his family). Yet not my will but yours be done.
Today is Day 15 with H3N2, a mutating monster of a virus. One step forward, two steps back. I am sharing daily progress, woes, and prayers, with a dear student and his family. The kiddo is on Day 18 and his parents are just behind. This is a killer of a virus. The mortality rate for my age group is hardest hit (see that red line?) but my medically fragile student, at age 11, has suffered enormously and his situation is far more precarious than mine.
We spent some agonizing time in the ER, but my dearest flu widower always has clever jokes to make us laugh (and then we cough like crazy). And what a joy to love and care for one another in times like these. My student’s parents are the bravest, kindest, most determined people I have ever met. They are fighting minute by minute to keep their son alive. Sleep deprived, flu-ridden, heart broken, and clinging to faith, they are simply amazing. I do not know how they have survived these weeks. I am barely crawling along and I don’t have to take care of my sweet student throughout the day and night.
I know the Lord is holding us in his hands, whatever the outcome. Better times await.
Too bad no one taught Siri that there are 7 days in a week.
I can cross “host a murder dinner party” off my bucket list! And what a fantastic event it was! We were celebrating our daughter-in-law’s birthday; she invited a riotous group of clever-witted, hilarious suspects. My dearest teaching widower and I never stopped laughing! As the planner, I played Bonnie Lass, an aspiring writer but not a suspect. The guests, dressed to kill, were outrageously clever.
We used “A Taste for Wine,” a murder mystery game set in Napa Valley, California. I highly recommend dinner and murder!
I have been working my patooties off, in case you’re wondering where Teachezwell has been. What a great time, though!
My sweetest teaching widower gave me such a precious Valentine card today, despite being traditionally averse to a holiday created to sell cards! And he was nearly showing off his patooties! He had an x-ray of his knee and while talking to the radiologist in the hallway, realized his special x-ray pants had fallen to the floor!
I’m taking three online classes simultaneously and loving them, even as I lag two weeks behind the group. I mostly only panic in the early hours of the morning.
Today was special because a certain kiddo I teach had a PLAYDATE! His first ever! Eleven years old, confined to an ICU-type environment. A dear friend introduced us to a dear family and he has friends! He laughed and played for hours.
Do I care that I am also YEARS behind with Facebook? Would this notification entice you or scare your patooties off?
I am too happy to worry about FB. They cannot scare me OR my patooties.
The good news is that I managed to get my car parked at school today before it was enveloped in smoke*. The bad news is that I had to wait for 3.5 hours for a tow truck.
The good news is that the tow truck had a flatbed for carrying my car. The bad news is that the driver wouldn’t walk near my car because he disliked muddy potholes.
The good news is that the driver said I drove my car onto his truck better than he’s ever seen before! The bad news is that he nearly plowed into several cars as we headed for the garage near my house, texting and trying repeatedly to reach his boss by phone.
The good news is that he finally reached his boss. The bad news is that his diesel truck was in a mileage countdown which would end with us traveling 5 mph to avoid emitting toxic diesel fumes
The good news is that I was able to clamber up the flatbed and drive my car successfully off his truck before the diesel engine quit working. The bad news is that my car’s radiator is destroyed.
The good news is that the garage gave me a loaner car to use. The bad news is that the loaner had a crushed front end and was missing a wheel.
The good news is that the loaner was sitting next to the wrecked vehicle. The bad news is that I need to replace my hearing aids.
New radiator: $560
New hearing aids: $4000
*The “smoke” was actually steam. What good news! And I was really driving my dearest teaching widower’s car, since he had to travel for his job and took the better vehicle. Duh.