Veteran. Seasoned. Experienced. All synonyms for teachers who have been around a block or two. Seasoned makes me feel like a fry so I'll just stick with veteran.  We all seem to have some things in common. Or at least we can identify with similar things. Things from the good ole days.

We're thankful for parents that gave us the benefit of the doubt. We had them. They believed the teacher. Yep! That mean old teacher who picked on me was innocent in my parent's eyes. She was the hero. I was the convicted.

We're thankful that we have (or have had) administrators that support us. I've got your back has taken on a whole new meaning today. Back in the day if a principal said they would support you, they meant it. They didn't mean, "I"ll support you if......"  In many schools support has become conditional. I am thankful I teach in a place where the administration still has my back. That's called integrity, by the way.

Ask a veteran teacher how they feel about parents who volunteer. Over the years, I've been blessed with parents who have volunteered to help with difficult projects, help prepare materials for the classroom, or help decorate. Some have offered to read to students who needed some extra assistance, or became a buddy to a lonely child. Awesome. I realize that laws have changed because of those who harm children, making it more difficult to accept outside help, but it is still doable in so many ways.  If coming into the classroom isn't an option, there are always things that need to be done outside of school: preparing crafts, making bulletin board items, or picking up class treats.

So what else are we thankful for???  Week-ends, holidays, and summers off to recharge our batteries. Peers, Parents, and Principals that listen. A laminator that works. Lessons that knock it out of the ballpark. The lightbulbs that go off. And, the joy that comes with each new day.

Try this game for a knock-it-out-of-the-park lesson!
The Great Reindeer Run! 




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When tragedy strikes in the education community it affects all of us. No matter where we live in relation to the incident it belongs to us. News stories of shootings and disasters bring a pause with a shiver of dread. We all hold our breath for just a second or two and touch our hearts thinking of the children. It doesn't matter if we've never seen the child or know the teachers or even if we've ever been to the city. It hurts us.  We ache with each report and say a silent prayer for all involved.

And, we pray it never happens to our kids, in our school. But we all know that it could. At any given time. On any day. It could be us on the evening news.  We strive to be more vigilant and more prepared, but we know in this crazy world  that bad things happen to the innocent.  So, in addition to our teaching responsibilities we become skilled in the art of protection. Hoping we never have to use the skills that we learn in annual training sessions.

We protect, guard, nurture, and teach a new generation. Then we go home and care for our loved ones. We do our best to protect the purity of trusting little people. We do not want them to know the lengths that we go to or the worries that we have. We do not want them to worry about bad things. Instead we want them to experience the beauty of childhood. To enjoy being children. For just a little while longer.



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If there is one thing I've learned in my years in education it is the difference between middle school teachers and elementary teachers. While elementary teachers tend to be soft and nurturing, middle school teachers are sarcastic. Before you get your feathers ruffled, my middle school readers, remember... I'm one of you.  I have yet to meet a true middle school teacher that didn't have some sarcasm running through their veins. I think we're born with it. It just naturally trips off of our tongues and into the air of our classrooms.  Don't believe me. Try listening in on a conversation between middle school teachers. I'll make you a believer in about 5 minutes.

Oh, we can be soft and nurturing. But, day in and day out,  it does take a toll on us. Sooner or later that little bit of sassy creeps out. Not all of our students get our humor. Sometimes our sense of humor flies right over their heads. I'll call it a sassy fly-by. And, yes, this amuses us more.  This doesn't mean that we can't encourage a student or lend a shoulder to cry on. We're good at that too. We can cry with our students one minute and have them laughing the next minute.  We can challenge and push our students to achieve a goal, meet them at the finish line, and polish off the day with a wise crack or two.

We're not afraid to be silly, but we do shy away from wearing costumes. We'd rather wear a smirk than dress up like a book character.  We can play games, sing, and dance right along with the most limber teen-ager.  We might fall and feel a little stiff the next day. Or embarrass ourselves with our lack of musical talent, but we're fearless when it comes to trying.

 I don't know why we are the way we are, but I do know that this is how we relate to kids. Kids in that awkward stage of life that need to find someone that still remembers what it was like to be a tween- teen. That is what counts. Reaching out, making connections, and forming bonds. And when it comes to our kids and making a difference, we're dead serious about that!


Can't believe I'm doing this!!! Advertising for Christmas BEFORE Thanksgiving but.... teachers do like to plan ahead!

Who was St. Nicholas? 





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"The day I stop learning is the day that I won't let the door hit me on the way out."

Those were my words to a principal not so many years ago.  We were having a conversation about retirement and how would you know when to retire and those who should, but just couldn't let go. Not me.  I knew. Long before I told anyone else, or even admitted it to myself, I knew my time had come.  Time to make my exit. Oh, I still teach, but not in the same school or the same field.  I didn't suddenly stop loving kids or stop being a teacher. I didn't wake up one morning and say, "Hey, I'm not a teacher anymore." Nothing like that. Nothing dramatic. Nothing that was noticeable. But I did have the sense to realize that I wasn't growing and learning where I was. I was stagnant. Dying. Time for God to plant me somewhere else. I wanted to bloom, but was tired of being held down and fighting a fight that only had losers.

Was it scary? You bet. Lots of sleepless nights and teary mornings. But I stuck to my belief that God gave me a gift to teach so He would give me a place to use the gift. And He did.  My part was to be available. At the time I wasn't able and a part of me wasn't even willing, but it was a job. The day I resigned after 21 years of teaching kids, I was offered a job to teach adults. It was a job that helped to 'pay the bills'. Nothing more and nothing less.

And then something happened. I found myself learning. Again. I was challenged to meet new expectations. Professional Development took on a whole new meaning. I actually got to choose my own PD. It did have to be something that fit into a category, but I got to pick out what I would do! Suddenly I was like a kid in a candy store. Searching for articles, webinars, or conferences that would help me to grow.

Fast forward three years. I'm still teaching adults, but now I've had a new door opened. I'm back teaching kids again.  A different subject. A different age level. Part-time. And. I. Love. It. And... I'm learning again.  I put myself in a position where I would be 'forced' to learn new things and stretch myself. It hasn't hurt me one little bit.  I've even considered going back into public education. And, I just might head back to a classroom. If that is where God leads me.

I've learned other things as well. Money isn't as important as we think it is. Time with family and friends is precious. Sleeping in is NOT over-rated! And, God always prepares us for the task He gives us.

Will I ever really retire? Who knows!! Right now, I am content with the direction that I am headed and all the things that I am learning.


Do you students love learning about history? This is one of my favorites!

Squanto: Friend of the Pilgrims



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