Gratitude

Today at morning meeting, during meditation (yes–we meditate at my school), the person leading meditation gave us a gratitude reflection. Apparently Fridays are gratitude meditation days–who knew? In any event, today’s prompt was to think about the teachers who we felt gratitude for and to think about them and all they did and do for us each day. I immediately (because I am super-snarky) leaned over to the teacher sitting next to me and whispered, “This is awkward.” But then I closed my eyes and participated.

At first I thought about one of my college professors. And then I tried to think back to a few of my high school teachers. And then I thought about some of my colleagues, who help me learn and grow now.

And then, thinking about who helps me learn and grow in my current teaching-life, I naturally shifted focus to the MTBoS.

To you.

So, having been prompted, and having felt grateful, I want to share my gratitude with all of you who share your classrooms with me, who give me great lesson ideas, who help me reflect on my own teaching and who push me to become a better teacher for my students simply by being your awesome selves.

Thank you.

I am grateful.

Forgot Again…

Oh well, I was sick after all.

I want to say, it really is great having another (excellent) math teacher in the house when you get sick and don’t have sub-appropriate lesson plans. Not that I’m convinced that my colleagues felt that a lesson involving dice was “sub-appropriate” either, but they have to trust me–it was better than trying to do what I had actually planned for Tuesday.

And because it wouldn’t be fair to tease you with that and then not deliver, here’s the goods. The link below gives you the downloadable/editable version.

On a Roll & Yahtzee

Lies

Lying to the young is wrong.
Proving to them that lies are true is wrong.
Telling them
that God’s in his heaven
and all’s well with the world
is wrong.
They know what you mean.
They are people too.
Tell them the difficulties
can’t be counted,
and let them see
not only
what will be
but see
with clarity
these present times.
Say obstacles exist they must encounter,
sorrow comes,
hardship happens.
The hell with it.
Who never knew
the price of happiness
will not be happy.
Forgive no error
you recognize,
it will repeat itself,
a hundredfold
and afterward
our pupils
will not forgive in us
what we forgave.

-Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Translated by Robin Milner-Gulland and Peter Levi (revised)

This poem hangs on the side of my bookcase in my office at school. I’d almost forgotten about it until I went to get some magnets during class today.

My Drug of Choice

Like many teachers, I am an addict.

Of caffeine.

Obviously.

At least I hope that it was obvious.

In my lexicon caffeine = tea. Here’s a picture of my at home tea station:

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So you can see the enormity of my problem.

Or rather, you could, if you could see how little counter-space my kitchen actually has.