26 October 2010


Today was a rough day at school.

Not for the reasons I might expect. I've had lots of rough days because of behavior and such. Today was actually reasonably good in that respect.

Today I found out one of my students is moving. 2,500 miles away. In four weeks. He's taking it in stride, kind of.

I am not.
I love this student.
I love his family
They are an amazing bunch.

My students are not.
One offered his room, so that this student didn't have to leave.
He also said that this student can't be student of the month because he's leaving.

The student who is moving is the only one higher than the student who is upset.
They are not especially close.
I think he's going to miss the challenge from someone.
And he needs that challenge.

It's hard because in this community, families tend to stick around. Even if they change schools (which we have another student doing), they still see each other. And they'll still go to middle and high school together.

I'm struggling with how to help my students through this sudden change. I'm struggling because I don't want to accept it myself.

I guess I better get over that. And figure out how to best teach my students how to deal with unwanted change.

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15 October 2010

Football Fall

If you'd asked me in August how I'd be spending my Friday nights and Saturday afternoons, I never would have replied "at football". I was the girl in high school who only went to football because my crush was on the team. Or because it was something to do in this rural community. In college, despite being able to have free tickets, I didn't attend a single game.

I never learned the rules. I never truly understood the point. I got as far as knowing a bunch of cheers (First and ten! Do it again!). But WHAT were they talking about? No matter how many times it was explained to me, it never sunk in.

Then the school year started. And I have three fifth graders on the same team in my classroom, including the coach's son. And I had time one Saturday. So I went. And it was FUN. And I (kinda) got it.

I've learned new things (ineligible receiver? huh?) and I'm still baffled by others (WHAT was that flag for?). But, overall? I'm enjoying football for the first time ever.

Today, T, the quarterback for his team, wasn't feeling well. I kept asking him if he wanted to go home. But he knew that would mean not playing tomorrow or being ball boy tonight at the high school. So he toughed it out. And then asked if I was coming to the high school game. And then someone else asked. So tonight? I'll be at my third high school football game in a month. I'm shocked. But, it'll be fun. And tomorrow? I'll be at the fifth grade game. Because it means something to my students that I take that time. And that relationship? Is invaluable.

So, T, G and E, thank you for teaching me to enjoy a sport I'd rejected in the past. And tomorrow? Go, fight win! Stay undefeated. We're all cheering for you!