shoes are stupid
I do not understand most trends, and this one is no exception.
It's like a mullet for your feet.
If you saw my dry heels right now you would vomit.
Xoxo
shoes are stupidSomeone please explain to me why I want to pay $159 for a shoe with the ugliest part of my foot to hang out. I do not understand most trends, and this one is no exception. It's like a mullet for your feet. and what is this crap? I have about 6 pairs of shoes. I know I'm not a professional shoe purchaser, but Why would I want this? It's like a sock all bunched up at the front and a horribly uncomfortable high heel in the back. Again, the ugliest part of my foot is hanging out. My toes are my cutest part, in case you're wondering. If you saw my dry heels right now you would vomit. I found one that shows my cute toes, but the shoe is still ugly. Y'all should go to this site, though, because they do have normal shoes and good deals.
Xoxo
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A Day Teachers Dream about...When I used to dream about becoming a teacher, I honestly dreamed about days like today. It involved Billy Joel. Last night, Bill and I became parents .. For real. The kind of parents that go to Parent Night at the elementary school. It's all becoming real that my first born is going to be spending the next few months in a classroom with precious children her age learning all sorts of amazing things.
On the way home from this Parent Night, Bill and I got to do something all parents dream about. We got to listen to OUR music instead of Rapunzel or Sofia. Bill took command of the CD player and "The Nylon Curtain" drifted through the car. When "Goodnight Saigon" played, I thought, "I should let my kids listen to this. It's full of literary elements." I looked up a few facts about the song and familiarized myself with Saigon and Parris Island. Today I got the song all cued up and asked them to look up the lyrics on their laptops and follow along. I gave them a little speech about how the point of the exercise was not whether or not they "liked" the song... And I didn't want to hear that. First we made a list of all the literary elements they could think of that might be in a song. They came up with a bunch. I hardly had to add any. Then I asked them what they knew about Vietnam and we talked a bit about the circumstances surrounding the war. I even shared a little bit about my dad serving in the war and what he had seen. They were very mature and serious when I began the song. I had prepared them for the sound of the helicopter propellers. I watched their faces as the song played and they were contemplative, respectful, and serious. The song is 6 minutes and they were completely silent as it played. Then one of the boys -- with a stoic, yet earnest look on his face -- said, "Can we hear it again?" I looked around and tried to read their faces. I asked, "Do you really want to hear it because you like it or are you just trying to prolong work?" He said, "No, I'm serious. I really like it and want to hear it again." his classmates joined in with a chorus of "Yeah, let's hear it again." I was shocked and proud and excited, but tried to play it cool. I simply said, "Okay," and hit play. Again, they were silent. Some closed their eyes to listen more closely, some followed along with the lyrics on their laptops again. When it ended, they murmured a little bit to each other. I said, "Well, what stuck out to you?" and we proceeded to have the most powerful and touching conversation about rhythm and sound. It was a dream come true. These kids are so special. I am just blown away with their maturity and their abilities. This year has felt like a rebirth. I'm in a new place, a new town, with all new people. Every day, I feel a little bit of the darkness from last year leave my soul. I already posted about God's perfect timing and I have NO doubt that every experience -- easy or difficult, beautiful or ugly -- has been touched by His hand and planned just for me. Here are some lyrics of "Goodnight Saigon" for you... Bill took Maggie to see her cousins and visit with his brother, so I had Jack all to myself this weekend. It has been incredibly strange being in the house just the two of us. It's way too quiet. I always wondered why moms said that when their kids were gone, and now I get it: it's weird. I have played the TV the whole time so I hear someone talking. Anyway, I've been painting some and reading some. I took TWO naps today. Two. 2. It's insane and I needed them after the amazing first week of school. Uncle Bobby has sent me pictures and they had a blast. I miss them. Here is what I'm working on... It is not finished yet... I think I know where it's going though... I am also reading this and it's great, as usual. Mary Kay Andrews has done it again!!!
My first day at my new school went very smoothly. I loved meeting my new kids and they all genuinely seem interested in doing well.
We had a lot of great conversations about books, and even some really fun conversations about music. I found a fellow jam band lover, so that made me happy. Tomorrow we hit the ground running with annotating Articles of the Week (appreciate it, Kelly Gallagher) and start working on Six Word Memoirs. None of the stuff we are working on came from my time in higher education. I learned about Articles of the Week in a book written by Kelly Gallagher (and I found out about this book from Twitter). I learned about Six Word Memoirs from Twitter as well. It's amazing what social media has done for educators. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. How many people can actually say they can't wait to get back to work? Being a teacher means that I can always do something better, or faster, or make some process go more smoothly. I just love how every day is different, but the same. I've found my calling and my prayer is that my students will find theirs. All teachers in my district have been working diligently in preparation for Wednesday. The kids come Wednesday! Like..... The day after tomorrow.
They are coming!!! And they can smell your fear!! The first day of school for teachers is filled with just as much anxiety as it is for the students. So much work goes into one little day. I've printed my syllabus and schedule, a survey for the first day, and a little writing assignment. It's been a while since I've taught block so I'm probably over-planning. Better to over than under, am I right? I plan on having a little bit of conversation too. I want to get to know them. It's so important to learn names as soon as possible and putting little facts with personalities, faces, and names really helps me. Tonight Maggie asked me if the kids at her new school will think she is smelly and weird. I assured her that no one would think that. I hope the same for myself. #settingthebarlow
Every summer I make plans to create a much more detailed syllabus with a schedule of activities and skills that we will cover during the year. This year I finally did it! I broke down 18 weeks (we are on block, so I only get them for the first semester) and added the main texts we would be using and even some links to find documents and stories. I'm so excited to be a little bit more organized. I also can alter as we go, of course, but it's nice to have a plan! I got this precious template from Teacher Pay Teachers. I love that site! This is just the first two pages. I really want the students and parents to see that I'm focused more on the skills than the activities. I picked up that mindset from the school where I taught last year and I totally agree that the skill being assessed should be clearly communicated to both the student and the parent.
📝📝📝📝📝📝📝📝 I've always don't free writing in the past, but the goal this semester is to produce actual bound writing portfolios, and then publish them online. The brainstorming is exciting, and I cannot wait to see what these kiddos come up with. Until next time... I am finished decorating and cleaning in my NEW classroom and the big reveal is pretty underwhelming. It turns out that I need more stuff on the walls! However, I'm making great progress. I am on a roll with my syllabus. My coworkers have been extremely kind and friendly. They even let me ask 34 questions without rolling their eyes. My carpool buddy has been amazing. She is always on time and always in a good mood, even first thing in the morning. The ride goes by so quickly with her! Thanks, Samantha! ❤️ I have a million more books to move, and I need some more art on the walls, but it's getting there!
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AuthorCarrie Rice lives in Pike Road, AL with her daughter, son, husband, and pug. Archives
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