J31: Election

I voted this morning. It was hard. I don't really like any of the candidates. I stood and contemplated even which party I wanted to vote for. Instead of finding a person who represents how I believe, I ended up choosing one that I didn't hate and probably doesn't have a snowball's chance of getting the nomination. The more I think about, I probably shouldn't have voted at all. Perhaps I should have went with the "no preference" choice, or voted libertarian. Ya know, in some small way show that I don't like any of our choices.

J29: Character Sketch - Me + 10 years

The teacher sat at her stark metal desk and stared at the blank wall trying not to fall asleep. She had spent last semester making this room her own, but after taking the posters made by students down and giving her desk, table, and cabinets a thorough cleaning the room seemed somehow colder and was most certainly emptier. The relief of having a sparkling room to start the new semester was lost to a feeling of regret for inadvertently making it so sterile as to be uncomfortable. Luckily, the students were still wound up enough from their Christmas break not to notice. She sighed and wondered suddenly whether changing schools had been the right choice.

In her heart she knew that it had to be better. The school itself is closer to the city and would allow her husband to take the job he was offered nearby. Her best friend had moved to this district and was not only teaching in a building across campus, but would in the coming years be sending her his children to have their English education. The pay is better, as is the insurance. The administration seemed distant, though supportive. The schedule was good - classes she loved teaching. First semester went well and she felt for the first time in years that her students were exceeding not only her expectations, but also the state's. But in spite of all the good logic and reasoning, on this cold January morning she couldn't shake the thought of her kids she left behind. Sure most of her old students were okay with the resignation. They either graduated, didn't care one way or the other, or wouldn't have any more classes with her anyway. But there were some that held fast to her heart. The theatre students. The speech team. The students who met their first success in writing in her class. The few that didn't have any other adult who really cared for them. The many who were not involved in sports or clubs, but felt that at least in her class they were equals. She wondered whether they were still at her old school. Where are they right now? What are they doing? How well is the new teacher reaching them?

The teacher, shivering and near tears, sat at her stark metal desk staring at the wall. The bell rang and she went to the door to greet the students as they came in. As the few minutes passed, the rambunctious kids goofed off before settling into their seats. When the tardy bell sounded the teacher entered a suddenly warmer room. Looking at the row of faces who had seen the passage of fifteen years, she knew it would be okay.

J28: Story Starter

I wrote the dialogue to start this piece, so I'll just leave you to the rest. Sound lazy? That's just me pulling the teacher card. But I can't wait to read yours...

J27: Open Topic

Ah, what a wonderful weekend this was! It helped that my husband was feeling well. Since it was so warm, we opened the house and did some pre-spring cleaning. It was, of course, desperately needed after so many weeks of running around super busy. I wish, however, that I would have gotten outside a little more. Who knows when we'll next have a seventy degree day when I don't have to work? I definitely need the exercise! Too many years of working at PH, I guess.

I heard a rumor that my old high school is losing its accreditation. I'm curious to know how that affects a district. That might be a good research topic for me to do while I'm teaching the sophomores research methods later this month.

J26: Holidays

This Christmas break was unlike any previous vacations. Instead of my planned trip to Kansas City the first weekend, I decided to just stay home and relax. This meant that I missed my grandmother's birthday dinner and the delightful Jewish food at my aunt's Chrismakah lunch, but I think the few days spent at home were well worth the sacrifice. I did go to the city for a day trip last weekend, though, which was a nice escape.

My husband started radiation treatment, which was quite interesting. He's been pretty sick from it. That put quite the damper on holiday cheer. I spent most last week tired from all the early morning driving and cooking when he finally is able to eat in the evening. I didn't even want to stay up on New Year's Eve, and wouldn't have if a friend of ours didn't come over to keep us up.

My big accomplishment was getting my grading done. It took FOREVER, but wasn't all bad. I saved CW journals for last...and they were definitely worth the wait!

J24: Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Sorry it's been so long since I've written, but I've been a little busy being an adult and whatnot. My Christmas spirit meter has been a bit on the low side this year, but maybe a good snowfall this weekend will help to change that. Since I haven't been to choir rehearsals in a while and I missed the Christmas show the other night, I can't even depend on the joyous sounds of Christmas music to perk up my holiday side.

There's not much money in the gift fund this year (or really any other fund for that matter), but I think I'm okay with limiting the commercialism of the affair a little bit (let's just hope the rest my people feel the same way). The more important things in life are becoming clearer to me, so my Christmas wish list is quite a bit different than in years past. Here it is...

What I want for Christmas:
1. D--'s radiation treatments to go well with minimal side-effects.
2. Good roads to get him to said treatments.
3. A day or two with my family in Kansas City.
4. The break to be a wonderful for the friends, colleagues, and students that have made this semester from hell a little more tolerable.
5. Strength, endurance, and tranquility.

And I think that's it. Although an X-Box 360 wouldn't be too shabby either.

~Genesis

J23: What's on your mind this morning?

Now that I've got my rhetoric class behind me, I find myself thinking more and more about the impending cancer treatments facing my husband. It's kinda sad that I've been so thoroughly focused on school that I've been glossing over what's really important. Visiting with the radiation guy the other day made me feel better about some aspects of the procedure, but has really freaked me out about others. I know it will be okay. I know that there is no need for or help in worrying. I know that I just need to have faith. It's a struggle though. I may know all these things, but it's the things that I don't that are making me it tough.

A week and a half. That's how much of first semester we have left. That's how long until D-- starts treatments. It feels like a lifetime.