Scavenger Hunt Sunday

Well I’ve done another huge time jump. I’ve been so insanely busy with writing that my photography sort of slipped away. I’m hoping it’s back to stay, but life is crazy and who knows where I’ll be next week. 😀
All taken w/ Canon Rebel XS.

1. Flow

Water is the only drink for the wise man. ~Henry David Thoreau
Waterfall

2. Shadow

Keep your face to the sunshine and you will never see the shadow. ~Helen Keller
Shadows of a World Outside

3. Tip

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling. ~G.K. Chesterton
Tip

4. (Zooble) Down

What fun is a toy if you can’t play with it? ~Unknown
Zooble Down

5. Beyond

To Infinity and Beyond. ~Buzz Lightyear
To Infinity and Beyond

 

 

 

You can find more pictures over at my flickr account.

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Teachers Make All The Difference

teachersWhen I was really young, I loved school for all of its aspects.  I loved to learn, I enjoyed going every day, I even looked forward to the end of summer. My brother thought I was insane, but I didn’t care. I loved the new year, the new books, the new teachers and new students. The only subject I dreaded was PE, because I hated sports, etc.

As I got older and my social life took a huge nose dive, I still loved learning, but the individual teachers began to make a much larger impact on me. I began to appreciate them for what they did, and how they treated me, they were the beacon in the chaos of teenage drama. Teachers became the biggest imact on my school life.

One teacher that inspired my writing life (and subsequent career as an author), was an English teacher I had in high school.

Mrs. K.

I’m pretty sure the day I approached her with a question on our writing assignment she wasn’t sure what to make of it.  The assignment was to write on our name, the origin of it, the meaning, etc. You know the assignment, I think we all get it.  I asked if it had to be in third person and follow the usual strict guideline for a non-fiction assignment because I had “an idea.”

When she gave me that ok to take the chance, I’m sure she didn’t know how much it would impact my entire future writing life.  I ended up turning the assignment, which had become a creative assignment written as a newspaper article by my great-granddaughter (who shared my name).

I got an A.

And never looked at “standards” the same way again. I approach everything from a sideways slant now. I ignore genres and write crazy stories and plots and don’t ever look back.  All thanks to Mrs. K’s simple “yes” and encouragement.

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These days I look at teachers differently.  With my kids and their own unique personalities, I’m always looking for the one that’s going to have the most impact. How they’re going to turn around a difficulty or face a challenge.  I’m mostly looking for one that, despite their insane schedule, take the time to know what my children are about.  We’ve had some amazing years, and some rough ones, and I’m so happy for each step forward my kids take thank to a teachers impact.

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TEACHKennedy wants to be a teacher.

I couldn’t be prouder of this dream and I encourage it EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.  Teachers impact the lives of so many children, they make the difference between a love of learning and the desire to avoid school.

I know that the pool of teachers for schools to use is dwindling as people choose different careers and even fewer go to college.  I see first hand that within the next 10 years 65% of America’s current teachers will retire – because every year in my kids school several teachers leave or retire.

I think Kennedy’s dream of being a teacher is the best dream there is. I want her to achieve it and hope she does.

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On September 6th 8PM EST, TEACH will air on CBS. Brought to us by Academy Award-winning director Davis Guggenheim, it explores education in America today and asks what it takes to be a good teacher today. I know I’ll be watching, and have my future teacher at my side.

What about you? Did you have a teacher that impacted your life? Share your story. Visit the TEACH website to learn about the four awesome teachers highlighted in the documentary and

 
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*DISCLOSURE: This post was sponsored by Participant Media. However, the stories told are uniquely my own, and all opinions are most certainly 100% my own.

New Year, New Hope

_MG_2313Last week I got an email from Molly’s teacher.

In previous years this was always cause for alarm. We got emails (or phone calls) when there were issues.

So, it’s to be expected that I opened this email with a small amount of trepidation.

Within the 20 words the teacher blew me away, impressed me, and made me so happy Molly has ended up in her class.  It read:

“I saw on Molly’s IEP that daily check-ins were in order so I apologize for
not getting to it last week.”

First off – you READ Molly’s IEP? Before you were asked to? Before we worked on adjusting it for the new year (and upcoming standardized testing)?  Voluntarily and without any prompting?

SCORE – no teacher has ever done this before.

Secondly – you are ACTUALLY doing as asked?  You’re taking daily notes to email to me a couple of times a week at least, with hopes of moving up to every day?

SCORE – no teacher has ever done this before either.

With one email I was able to breathe out a huge sigh of relief.  The struggles and confusion of the previous few years of starting school is dissipated and made easier all around for everyone.

When we go in for our IEP meeting next week I’m going to make sure that Mrs. B doesn’t think that she must email me every single day, but a few times a week will work just fine. Mostly because I know she’ll do it, because she already has.

Either way I think this year is going to be Molly’s best yet. We’re getting there slowly, but we’re getting there.

It’s Not Journalism…

massmedia*Otherwise known as: I’ve gone the way of the dinosaurs. 

First day of school always brings a mass of paperwork home (as does the last).

Forms to be signed. Permissions granted.

This time around Denver brought home a form to be signed and said he needed a 1G flash drive for a class.

“It’s for Mass Media.”

I was stymied for a moment, I mean I know what mass media is, but what?

Then I read the form.  It dawned on me, “Oh, it’s journalism.”

“No, Mom.  It’s not journalism anymore, it used to be, once upon a time.

*Sidebar: I’ve gone the way of “Once Upon a Time.” Woe is me.

His first assignment?

A photo collage video.

Any subject he wants.

I’m proud to say he picked CF.

I think once the assignment is in and done you can expect a show and tell here.

 

It’s a New Record

kidteenIt’s the third day of school.

1…2…3.

This morning I made the first sick call of the year.

In fairness, it’s been coming on for over a week.

Denver hasn’t been well.

We were told to keep an eye on it, and we have. For a few days we thought he might be doing better.

Not so much.

He has yet to attend a cross country practice (and he LOVES XC)

After school yesterday the kid slept.

And slept.

And his fever returned to spike up before dropping again.

So he gets to go in for a sick appointment today (it was that or the ER).

Where we go from here is an unknown.

Hopefully it’s home with meds…and not another stay.

Hopefully.

Too Fast

runawayYesterday I put the kids on the bus.

Denver is now a Sophomore.  A Sophomore.

Molly is now in Third.

Kennedy in Second.

Shortly after I put them on the bus, in the midst of de-lousing my house (a favorite activity when I have quiet) I discovered some pictures from when Denver was little – as far back as minutes after he was born.

Now he’s learning to drive (I weep).

Molly has big dreams of being a model and a superhero (Because they live in NYC, you know).

Kennedy is determined to be a teacher (and an author, bless her heart).

They are big, independent, strong and beautiful little girls.

Denver is almost a man.

They’re slipping away.

And I’m so conflicted about it, I never know when to be proud, or cry.