Last night, after prayers were said, and just before scripture reading started, Chas and I laid in bed...rapping. The rhymes were started by me, of course. You see, ever since working with the jail birds last year, I like listening to rap. A lot. And now, I've listened to certain raps so many times that I can spit mad lyrics like it's hot, yo. Chas said that I sound like a little girl when I rap. This is probably true. Homeboy also had the brilliant idea of rapping to our future children at night instead of reading bedtime stories. Like I said- brilliant.
I just finished calculating grades and submitting every last one of them. Do you know what that means? It means I am officially all done with being a teacher. All done.
Also, I found Chas' secret candy stash...and may have celebrated a bit...
Last night, after dealing with a particularly difficult student's last bit of weirdness, I was feeling pretty yucky inside and like a not very good professor. One of those times when even though you know you've tried your absolute best in a tricky situation, and haven't done really anything wrong, you still feel like it's somehow all your fault. It made me sad to think of ending the semester on such a negative note of confrontation. What I didn't know, was there was the most perfect email waiting for me at home.
It was from a student.
She expressed immense gratitude for me and my class. She said that from now on, I will be that one teacher who made a difference in her life for good. She said enrolling in my class was the best decision she's ever made because of the knowledge and sense of personal empowerment she's gained.
She said her life is better because of me.
Total tender mercy.
Kinda made all the drama this semester worth it. Kinda made me want to keep teaching...Kinda.
Mostly, it made me want to be sure to always express my own appreciation and gratitude to the people who make my life better.
Chas and family are die hard Yanks. That 4 year-old photo of me documented probably the only time in. my. life. that I've worn any semblance of sport's paraphernalia. And it just so happens it's a BoSox hat. Also, I may or may not have baby love spirits for that one Phillie's pitcher...can't remember his name...
And I had to say goodbye to the place I grew to love so, so much. The place that fed my soul when I was all alone. No other place will ever mean more to me. My heart always aches to be there but right now I miss it so much I almost can't stand it. Almost.
and it will likely be my last. At least for a while. Teaching college has been a fun adventure and I really do enjoy it...most of the time. But right now, if I'm going to be doing two different jobs, I want one to be an art therapist and the other to be an artist. Those are the two things that give me the most satisfaction and joy. So it's time for teaching to move over and make some room. As I'm saying so long, farewell to being Mrs. Professor, I'd like to make a few lists in honor of my past year in front of the class.
Things I will miss most about teaching:
Proving a student wrong...in front of the class (but only if the student is the cocky/bratty/always-trying-to-engage-me-in-a-power-struggle type)
The creative stress soothers students bring in to share with everyone (my favorites this semester included homemade chicken soup and bread, painting finger nails, reading children's books, watching Flight of the Conchords, a student bringing in her puppy for everyone to play with, making Valentine's Day cards, country dancing, and hitting a punching bag)
The most amazing acupuncturist guest speaker. Seriously, she blowseveryone's minds.
The looks on every student's face when I walk up to the front of the room the first day of class
Going over the syllabus for the first time and knowing that I'm the only person in the room who doesn't have to do a single assignment
We stayed with the Kelly's. First of all, I pretty much ate my weight in cookies, cookie dough, frozen yogurt, peanut M&M's, and chocolate eggs. Second of all, it was General Conference. Third of all, my family came for a Card-Kelly dinner Sunday night. Which is all to say, it was basically the best weekend in a while.
As both families were sitting around, having the grandest of grande times together, it surprised me a bit at how natural and familiar it felt to be all together. And then I remembered that the Cards and Kellys have kinda been doing this since we were little. So we should be pretty good at it by now.
And this, my friends, is the reason why I always gain a solid three pounds whenever we stay at the Kelly's house.