It's been about a week since I closed the door on my first teaching experience. To say I learned a lot would be an understatement.
I'll start with saying that although student teaching and four years of education classes were a crucial asset in the process of becoming an educator, there were plenty of aspects that I couldn't have prepared for if I tried. Thus many personal lessons ensued.
1. Be patient
In the profession of teaching this may seem like an obvious one. When you work with kids (of any age) you need to have some level of patience (preferably a high one). But good grief does that patience get tested. From behavior to simple things like having multiple students coming up to your desk asking the same question over...and over...and over...I'm surprised I still have chunks of my hair left. Regardless, there is no excuse for a snappy teacher. Just take a deep breath. Bite your tongue if you have to. Then move on. How your students react to you can often depend on how you react to your students.
2. You have a spine. Use it.
Let's face it, as a teacher criticism is inescapable. You are constantly being watched. Whether it's by parents, fellow teachers, your principal, or even the students themselves...there is no safe place to hide. In such cases you will more than likely get comments (both negative and positive) about how you perform things in your classroom. It's good to take such advice into consideration, yet it's ok to explain why you do the things you do and stand up for yourself. Say a parent is upset that little Jonny got an F on his homework assignment because he or she didn't turn it in and wants him to have the chance to redo it. Yet you have a strict turn in policy, thus making it so he gets a zero for a missing assignment. It's ok to stand your ground.
3. Be lenient when necessary.
On the other side of the spectrum, there will be chances when you'll need to give students some leeway. Life at home can really affect how a student performs. If mom and dad are getting a divorce, the last thing on little Sally's mind is going to be studying for her Spelling test. It's always important to keep the well being of the student in mind. If you're unsure, just look at how he or she is performing in class.
4. Be encouraging.
As much as I hate to admit it, this is one I struggled with. Not to say I never encouraged my students, believe me I did. Yet sometimes it's just so easy to get caught up in what students need to improve on instead of focusing on the great things they've already accomplished. When you're a teacher you should be one of your students' biggest cheerleaders. Be positive. Celebrate small victories. Show your students you're proud of them. It might to farther than you expect.
...Onward to year two...
Friday, May 31, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Eye See
Out of all the quirks and imperfections I have, I've found my perfectionist knack to be one of my biggest downfalls.
Now, when it comes to organization, projects, etc...this trait can be a plus. In school it was actually kind of a God-send.
Yet in the world of real life, it can become more of a hindrance than a help. Especially when it comes to people. I will be the first to admit that I hold high expectations of my friends, family, and people whom I care about in general. Now you may be thinking "...and this is a problem because?" Well in some aspects it's not. It's always good to have standards when it comes to relationships with others. On the flip side, when it gets to the point that I'm mentally picking out what's wrong with those around me and thinking of all the ways THEY need to change, well...then changes with ME need to start. (Now, I'm not saying I go around looking for people's problems or am constantly eyeing people up and down...I just find myself sometimes focusing more on other's imperfections rather than my own.)
Hiding in the book of Matthew is a verse (Ch. 7:5 to be exact) that goes like this:
"Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend's eye."
Now, is it implying that we have round tree trunks sticking out of our pupils? No...don't be ridiculous. (Though, the imagery of such a thing is rather laughable.)
What this verse is trying to show us is, to put it in modern terms, we need to stop being nit-picky of other's issues and focus on how we can fix ourselves first.
I'm trying to create a new habit of this. When I find myself thinking of something that someone else needs to change I pause my brain. I flip through the files of my mental lobes and think of times that I've done that same thing or something similar. Instead of pointing a finger of judgment, I try to focus on the root why of said person might be doing that. There might be an underlying issue that is causing said actions. It's not an easy habit to form, but I've got my whole life to continue to work on it and improve.
Now if you'll excuse me...I'm off to pull a pretty hefty log out of my optical region.
Now, when it comes to organization, projects, etc...this trait can be a plus. In school it was actually kind of a God-send.
Yet in the world of real life, it can become more of a hindrance than a help. Especially when it comes to people. I will be the first to admit that I hold high expectations of my friends, family, and people whom I care about in general. Now you may be thinking "...and this is a problem because?" Well in some aspects it's not. It's always good to have standards when it comes to relationships with others. On the flip side, when it gets to the point that I'm mentally picking out what's wrong with those around me and thinking of all the ways THEY need to change, well...then changes with ME need to start. (Now, I'm not saying I go around looking for people's problems or am constantly eyeing people up and down...I just find myself sometimes focusing more on other's imperfections rather than my own.)
Hiding in the book of Matthew is a verse (Ch. 7:5 to be exact) that goes like this:
"Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend's eye."
Now, is it implying that we have round tree trunks sticking out of our pupils? No...don't be ridiculous. (Though, the imagery of such a thing is rather laughable.)
What this verse is trying to show us is, to put it in modern terms, we need to stop being nit-picky of other's issues and focus on how we can fix ourselves first.
I'm trying to create a new habit of this. When I find myself thinking of something that someone else needs to change I pause my brain. I flip through the files of my mental lobes and think of times that I've done that same thing or something similar. Instead of pointing a finger of judgment, I try to focus on the root why of said person might be doing that. There might be an underlying issue that is causing said actions. It's not an easy habit to form, but I've got my whole life to continue to work on it and improve.
Now if you'll excuse me...I'm off to pull a pretty hefty log out of my optical region.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
What My Mom Taught Me
In honor of Mother's Day I thought I would share 10 things that my mom has taught me over the years.
Here we go...
What my mom taught me:
1. Trust God. Follow His ways. Depend fully on Him and know that He has everything under control
2. Love. Love everyone. No matter where they're from or what they've done. Love.
3. Don't judge. It's not our place to judge people. The only person who can judge is God.
4. Have grace. No one is perfect. People will make mistakes. Give them grace, they're only human.
5. Be willing to listen. No matter if the person is your best friend or worst enemy. Listen.
6. Try to look for the good in people. Even when it's hard.
7. Breathe. Getting stressed over insignificant things is a waste of energy.
8. Always take your vitamins. Turns out they do actually make you feel better.
9. Some of what might seem like the world's biggest problems at the time can be solved by eating ice cream or taking a trip to a coffee shop.
10. Pray. Always pray.
Thank you Mama, I love you!
Here we go...
What my mom taught me:
1. Trust God. Follow His ways. Depend fully on Him and know that He has everything under control
2. Love. Love everyone. No matter where they're from or what they've done. Love.
3. Don't judge. It's not our place to judge people. The only person who can judge is God.
4. Have grace. No one is perfect. People will make mistakes. Give them grace, they're only human.
5. Be willing to listen. No matter if the person is your best friend or worst enemy. Listen.
6. Try to look for the good in people. Even when it's hard.
7. Breathe. Getting stressed over insignificant things is a waste of energy.
8. Always take your vitamins. Turns out they do actually make you feel better.
9. Some of what might seem like the world's biggest problems at the time can be solved by eating ice cream or taking a trip to a coffee shop.
10. Pray. Always pray.
Thank you Mama, I love you!
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Run
It wasn't until recently that I truly discovered the joy that it is to run. Granted, my positivity about doing so isn't always there. AVH and AW can attest to the fact that I've had my fair share of complaints about the activity when we go out for our jogs. But deep down, I know there's something freeing about it.
Ask me about my opinion of the sport a year or two ago, I'd probably smirk. It was a punishment in the activities I had participated in, so why would I do it for fun?
Fast forward to today.
To say the least my week has not been easy. The weight of heavy thoughts. Lack of sleep. Students causing problems. Discussions with parents. (Though, compared to that of the bombings in Boston, my week has been fabulous.) All enough to make me burst at the seams. I could feel pent up energy and adrenaline pulsating it's way through my body. For the first time in a while I looked forward to running my 3ish miles.
I began.
My feet tapping the pavement.
Legs getting stiff
Heart pounding.
Breathing getting heavy.
I always wondered what my face looked like to the cars passing by...meh, who said running had to be attractive.
My thoughts soon moved to everything that brought me down this week.
I ran harder.
Each word that was said.
Each action that was done.
I ran harder.
All I wanted to do was to keep running.
Let it go.
I felt a sense of freedom.
I kept telling myself, The more you run the farther away the worries will be.
Running, running, running.
And turn.
My journey back began.
Despite a painful side-ache or two on my return, I did it. As I slowed to my cool-down I could feel the endorphins exploding inside my head.
To be blessed with such a marvelous ability to move is overwhelming.
A gift that I know I truly take for granted.
Ask me about my opinion of the sport a year or two ago, I'd probably smirk. It was a punishment in the activities I had participated in, so why would I do it for fun?
Fast forward to today.
To say the least my week has not been easy. The weight of heavy thoughts. Lack of sleep. Students causing problems. Discussions with parents. (Though, compared to that of the bombings in Boston, my week has been fabulous.) All enough to make me burst at the seams. I could feel pent up energy and adrenaline pulsating it's way through my body. For the first time in a while I looked forward to running my 3ish miles.
I began.
My feet tapping the pavement.
Legs getting stiff
Heart pounding.
Breathing getting heavy.
I always wondered what my face looked like to the cars passing by...meh, who said running had to be attractive.
My thoughts soon moved to everything that brought me down this week.
I ran harder.
Each word that was said.
Each action that was done.
I ran harder.
All I wanted to do was to keep running.
Let it go.
I felt a sense of freedom.
I kept telling myself, The more you run the farther away the worries will be.
Running, running, running.
And turn.
My journey back began.
Despite a painful side-ache or two on my return, I did it. As I slowed to my cool-down I could feel the endorphins exploding inside my head.
To be blessed with such a marvelous ability to move is overwhelming.
A gift that I know I truly take for granted.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Uncontrolled Circumstances
I've been meaning to write about this for a while, I suppose I just couldn't figure out the proper wording for such a post.
As many (if not all) of you know I live in Saipan. A tropical island that sits approximately 155 miles away from Guam. Yes Guam. A target in the eyes of a war empowered, North Korean leader who is trying to prove himself.
It's strange to think such a thing could happen so close. I didn't realize the seriousness of it all until my mom sent me a message about it a couple weeks ago. Good Friday to be exact. Without a television one has the ability to lose touch with what's going on in the world (though sometimes Facebook has all the news you need). Yet, through it all I have found no reason to worry. No anxiety about what "might" happen. A simple "This too shall pass" feeling.
Let's go back to Good Friday.
My body rested on a stiff church pew, my whole being emotionally exhausted from the day. In my mind whirled news articles, pictures, what have you. The concern of my family back home and how there was absolutely no way that I could tell them for sure that everything would be alright. All I could say was that God's got this. I suddenly blinked back to reality. My eyes panned around the sanctuary, people were still worshiping and praising God.
Despite the possibility of an over looming tragedy, people rejoiced. Despite the terrifying news feeds, people went on with life as usual. It was as if this whole thing, in that moment, was nothing. Our tiny island was focused in the moment, not what might come.
Now I've heard it from both sides, some don't think it's a big deal (almost an empty threat if you will) while other's watch their news tickers like hawks.
I choose to take it a day at a time. I don't look at the papers much, or watch things about it. Occasionally my friends and I will joke about it, like maybe we'll escape to a neighboring (unthreatened) country or something. Sometimes humor is the best in heavy situations.
What has kept me sane though is my faith.
I know I serve the God who holds my life in His hands. He knows my future and what is to come. There is no sense for me to worry about the unknown when I know that He has it under control. What will happen is going to happen (whether or not that includes nuclear warfare). There is nothing I can do so why try to control what I cannot?
This verse has been swimming its way through the lines of my thoughts lately:
"But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you"
-Matthew 5:44
It's times like this when all we can do is pray. Pray for the leader in North Korea. Pray for the people of North Korea. Pray to ease the pain of worry that bubbles up in our hearts when we deal with the unknown. Pray for wisdom. Pray for strength. Just pray.
I don't know what is going to happen. I don't know when. I don't know where. But I do know, that I want you to know I'm alright. We're alright. God will bring peace, not matter the circumstance.
As many (if not all) of you know I live in Saipan. A tropical island that sits approximately 155 miles away from Guam. Yes Guam. A target in the eyes of a war empowered, North Korean leader who is trying to prove himself.
It's strange to think such a thing could happen so close. I didn't realize the seriousness of it all until my mom sent me a message about it a couple weeks ago. Good Friday to be exact. Without a television one has the ability to lose touch with what's going on in the world (though sometimes Facebook has all the news you need). Yet, through it all I have found no reason to worry. No anxiety about what "might" happen. A simple "This too shall pass" feeling.
Let's go back to Good Friday.
My body rested on a stiff church pew, my whole being emotionally exhausted from the day. In my mind whirled news articles, pictures, what have you. The concern of my family back home and how there was absolutely no way that I could tell them for sure that everything would be alright. All I could say was that God's got this. I suddenly blinked back to reality. My eyes panned around the sanctuary, people were still worshiping and praising God.
Despite the possibility of an over looming tragedy, people rejoiced. Despite the terrifying news feeds, people went on with life as usual. It was as if this whole thing, in that moment, was nothing. Our tiny island was focused in the moment, not what might come.
Now I've heard it from both sides, some don't think it's a big deal (almost an empty threat if you will) while other's watch their news tickers like hawks.
I choose to take it a day at a time. I don't look at the papers much, or watch things about it. Occasionally my friends and I will joke about it, like maybe we'll escape to a neighboring (unthreatened) country or something. Sometimes humor is the best in heavy situations.
What has kept me sane though is my faith.
I know I serve the God who holds my life in His hands. He knows my future and what is to come. There is no sense for me to worry about the unknown when I know that He has it under control. What will happen is going to happen (whether or not that includes nuclear warfare). There is nothing I can do so why try to control what I cannot?
This verse has been swimming its way through the lines of my thoughts lately:
"But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you"
-Matthew 5:44
It's times like this when all we can do is pray. Pray for the leader in North Korea. Pray for the people of North Korea. Pray to ease the pain of worry that bubbles up in our hearts when we deal with the unknown. Pray for wisdom. Pray for strength. Just pray.
I don't know what is going to happen. I don't know when. I don't know where. But I do know, that I want you to know I'm alright. We're alright. God will bring peace, not matter the circumstance.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I Do
Let me start off this post with saying that I personally am not married.
Nor is it likely that I will be in the near future...at least as far as I know.
With that being said you are probably asking yourselves...sooo why are you writing about it then?
Be patient.
Like all my entries I have a point.
I've found that I come from a society where marriage (at least media-wise) is not as highly favored as it once was.
In some instances it would seem that some people would deem marriage a let down. I suppose if one has his or her mind set in that way then it probably will be. Then again, these thoughts can arise from different, more serious, situations as well...
(Of course there is the polar opposite of things...I went to a college where engagement was as common as turning in a homework assignment. Some girls even went there just so they could find a husband. But I digress)
What about the good that can come out of marriage? I have a lot of respect for those couples who are married (not that I don't have any for those who aren't, it's just a different kind). Two people who share a promise to stay committed to each other for the rest of their lives, even when times turn sour. Two people who think of not only themselves but each other. Two people who cheer on and take care of each other. Two people who can fight, bicker, and have completely different opinions but still love each other despite it all.
I don't know about you, but I think that sounds pretty fabulous.
Nor is it likely that I will be in the near future...at least as far as I know.
With that being said you are probably asking yourselves...sooo why are you writing about it then?
Be patient.
Like all my entries I have a point.
I've found that I come from a society where marriage (at least media-wise) is not as highly favored as it once was.
In some instances it would seem that some people would deem marriage a let down. I suppose if one has his or her mind set in that way then it probably will be. Then again, these thoughts can arise from different, more serious, situations as well...
(Of course there is the polar opposite of things...I went to a college where engagement was as common as turning in a homework assignment. Some girls even went there just so they could find a husband. But I digress)
What about the good that can come out of marriage? I have a lot of respect for those couples who are married (not that I don't have any for those who aren't, it's just a different kind). Two people who share a promise to stay committed to each other for the rest of their lives, even when times turn sour. Two people who think of not only themselves but each other. Two people who cheer on and take care of each other. Two people who can fight, bicker, and have completely different opinions but still love each other despite it all.
I don't know about you, but I think that sounds pretty fabulous.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Church Mouse
As I trecked back from my (somewhat, but not really) weekly ritual of Sunday night grading, I made a pit stop at the church sanctuary.
In all honesty I'm not sure why, I mean I've spent quite a bit of quality time with said building. With chapel on Friday and church on Sunday, one would think it's not a place that would draw me in too quickly. Yet there was something about it tonight that seemed so inviting.
A quiet, calm place with uncomfortably inviting pews. I took a seat in the very front left. Even after being in said space multiple times I realized I had never taken a chance to see the sanctuary as it really is.
My eyes followed the rows and rows of pews lined up parallel from each other. All in perfect formation, almost as if they were soldiers marching. Up from the seating my eyes traveled to the ceiling. Each rafter connected to the next by large bolts screwed tightly in place. My eyes followed them until it hit the cross, standing ever so luminously in the soft light of the stage.
A billowy glow outlined the most important symbol I have ever come to know. It gave me a sense of peace. In fact the whole experience of just sitting there did. To be seated in complete silence. Stillness even. The only movement were the carlights shining on the walls as each vehicle passed by.
My eyes soon traveled down to the floor where I saw a mouse rushing back and forth. His tiny feet scurrying from one hiding place to the next.
I suppose mice to need a calming place too.
In all honesty I'm not sure why, I mean I've spent quite a bit of quality time with said building. With chapel on Friday and church on Sunday, one would think it's not a place that would draw me in too quickly. Yet there was something about it tonight that seemed so inviting.
A quiet, calm place with uncomfortably inviting pews. I took a seat in the very front left. Even after being in said space multiple times I realized I had never taken a chance to see the sanctuary as it really is.
My eyes followed the rows and rows of pews lined up parallel from each other. All in perfect formation, almost as if they were soldiers marching. Up from the seating my eyes traveled to the ceiling. Each rafter connected to the next by large bolts screwed tightly in place. My eyes followed them until it hit the cross, standing ever so luminously in the soft light of the stage.
A billowy glow outlined the most important symbol I have ever come to know. It gave me a sense of peace. In fact the whole experience of just sitting there did. To be seated in complete silence. Stillness even. The only movement were the carlights shining on the walls as each vehicle passed by.
My eyes soon traveled down to the floor where I saw a mouse rushing back and forth. His tiny feet scurrying from one hiding place to the next.
I suppose mice to need a calming place too.
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