Saturday, December 18, 2010

I want to go to there...



So I found my dream cottage.

Let me back up. I sometimes experience what people call "stress". This "stress" causes me to stare endlessly at walls, eat food without tasting it, and fall sound asleep before I've pulled the covers up. It also forces me into a very decadent past time; looking at real estate I will never be able to afford.

Let's get this straight. I love my house. It is super cute and anyone who has visited it knows that it is quaint, tidy, and very girly. Case in point...



But sometimes, I get the urge to live somewhere else. In particular, I would like to have a cottage in the English countryside, preferably with a view of the hills or the sea or the filming of a Jane Austen novel. Maybe I want to live in a Jane Austen novel. Well, I would do it in an instant if I could also have indoor plumbing, modern feminine protection, and a job.

But this cottage is a real dream. And I can't get it out of my head. I'm obsessed.



I can picture myself sitting in front of the fire, reading a good book, sipping a cup of tea, waiting for the rain to stop so I can go pick some cucumbers from the gaahden. It is harmless (mostly) and indulgent, and I like it, okay? I look at the pile of work next to my computer, I look at the house... and just like Calgon, I'm transported to another world. A world where students don't email me while I'm on my vacation to ask whether or not I've put the extra credit in the gradebook that would inevitably bump their B plus to an A minus.... for example.

If you want to find your own English cottage then go to a site like this one.

I hope this Christmas you find peace and love and joy and happiness. Here's a tip... it doesn't come in a cottage in the English countryside.

Friday, December 10, 2010

The good wolf

I recently realized that when I am sharp and brusque to people, it means I need to take care of myself. I need to do things that are good for me. This isn't always easy in the age of
self-medication. I'd rather zone out playing angry birds or watch endless episodes of The Vicar of Dibley than workout, cook a good meal, read a good book. See, in my mind, I have always equated those things with "taking care of myself" but in reality, they are about
absenting myself so I don't have to deal with the blargh.

Recently, I read this story on one of my favorite blogs,
Enjoying the Small Things

There is an ancient Native American story about an old Cherokee who told his grandson about the battle that goes on within us. "My son," he told him, "Inside every one of us dwells two wolves, one evil, one good. The evil one is angry and jealous, full of regret and arrogance, greed and sorrow, guilt and self-pity. The other is good. He is kind and loving, full of hope and peace, joy and compassion."

The young boy thought about it for a moment. "Which wolf wins?" he asked his
grandfather.

The old Cherokee smiled and simply replied,
"...the one you feed."

I know my evil wolf relishes that self-medication because it allows him to grow more fierce and snappish. But in this time of year (especially this crazy, busy, sweepingly fast-paced time of year) I want to be engaged and present. I want to be healthy and focused, not vegetative and lazy. I have a feeling I might come back from break feeling refreshed if I take the time to really recharge the batteries. My good wolf likes reading good books, dancing to Lady GaGa, painting my toenails blood red, singing out loud in the car, talking with friends, and stretching my arms wide. My good wolf isn't afraid to take 20 minutes to do something good. This Christmas season, which wolf will you feed?

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Whistle while you WORK, dammit!

You know, I think there is a big push in our culture to suppress ingenuity, imagination and intelligence. We end up with this massive "to do" list that consumes so much of our time that actual thinking and reflection is sacrificed for work, work, work.

I think about my students, particularly my IB students. They have a very big to do list. Between Extended Essays, Internal Assessments, External Assessments, classroom requirements, and college applications, it is a wonder that they have time for any extra-curricular activities (which of course they need in order to have sterling college applications that show their dedication to being well-rounded... whew). Then there is the life they live, which is very complicated because they are very complicated beings, emotionally turbulent, hormonally variable, tired, growing, and sensorily overloaded. It makes my head spin to think about it.

And then I think about myself. I teach, and yet so much of my job is ostensibly NOT about teaching. I have to analyze data, assess school-wide problems, determine solutions for said problems, participate in professional development, participate in surveys, individually coach failing students, promote programs, write recommendation letters, advise extra-curricular clubs, contact parents, and meet with colleagues. All of those are important, and necessary parts of a functioning school, but I wonder how much they add to my teaching practice. As a teacher, I find that in order to be a better teacher, I must reflect on my practice daily. That may involve sitting and staring at a wall. And perhaps this sitting and staring at a wall has been mistaken for "free time" by the powers that be. Henceforth, my obligatory "to do" list grows.

I tried something different with my seniors this last week. They had to visually represent a scene from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and explain how it used the perspective of Via Positiva, which we had been talking about that day. They wowed me completely with these creative, thoughtful, funny, and ingenious ideas. And they came up with these ideas in 10 minutes! Their imagination is intact. Their ingenuity is right under the surface waiting to be unleashed!

When did reflection and thinking and considering become so suppressed? My personal belief is that this idea came about from the Puritans. We are a nation founded on a very strong work ethic. Those people had to work in order to live here. This work ethic founded America, gosh-darnit, and was amplified during the depression when my grandparents grew up. My grandfather was a hard-worker who put in an honest day's work as a metal worker. Later, in the 60's, my grandparents couldn't understand my uncle's job as a scientific researcher. They couldn't understand how someone could be paid to think about salamanders.

Where would we be without creativity and thinking and reflection. We wouldn't have the computer without creativity. We wouldn't have life-saving surgical devices without reflection. We wouldn't have the unbelievebly useless devices advertised at Bed Bath and Beyond, products like "The Mangroomer" (really? reaaaaaaallly?). Okay, I guess that isn't the best argument for my point today.

What I do think is that reflection and thinking are critical (if somewhat pooh-poohed) aspects of any professional practice. I wonder if we can allow ourselves the time to sit and think. The time to reflect on what we do well and what we can do better. The time to stop and make decisions that aren't based on panic, time, or desperation.

My challenge to you today is that you stop and think for 20 minutes. Stare out a window, listen to yourself, think about what you do and how you do it. Your practices will not suffer from your pausing.


Sunday, November 7, 2010

The mirror

For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
1 Corinthians 13:11-13
I have a hard time sitting still and just being. I feel almost as though my constant movement and activity signifies that I am industrious. My industriousness signifies my contribution to the earth which signifies my awesomeness as a human being. But I've noticed that while I am a mean multi-tasker, the quality of my work is less than hoped for, and the constant running of my engine means that I burn out faster, and for long periods of time I am in
the shop, useless and in disrepair.

Intentionality and mindfulness are the key words of the blog today. I am teaching the great Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard. As we dug into the book the first week, I realized that this book is about everything we don't like talking about. I mean, the book is ostensibly about Dillard's observations of nature, but the book is really about what we see reflected back at us when we look at nature. SCARY! Who likes to look in a mirror, especially one that seems distorted and funhouse-esque.




But here's the thing about the mirror. We need to have some kind of self-awareness in order to fuel the engines. I think I multi-task because I am afraid of what happens when I stop. I don't want to sit and think because I'm afraid of what I will think of. Thinking means that I have to be accountable for stuff. That mirror reflects all the blargy-blarg; the blemishes, the chin(s) the cellulite. But the mirror also reflects God; beauty, kindness, contentment and love....if we are able to see it. Being intentional means stopping to smell the roses. Being mindful means tuning out the noise. Intentionality and mindfulness allow us to really see the reflection of who we are, what is going on with us.

My challenge is that you stop what you are doing to look at what is being reflected back to you. Is it rough? Only for a few minutes. Then you notice that you really like your bangs that way and you really don't look like Jack Black (no matter how many times your students tell you this). But mostly, I hope you are able to really see the amazing creation you are. Let that be your fuel.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Roses on Wednesday

SOMEONE got roses today. Okay, I got roses today from my dear friend Heather and her new baby son, Jedidiah whose yawn is only surpassed by his sneeze in cuteness.

Have to share a few things...

1) My friend Kara's Blog. It is fabulous. She is speaking truth and love and wisdom.
2) Am I really supposed to be a teacher?
3) I love teaching Thoreau, but fear that my life is so anti-Thoreau that I am never going to learn the real lessons of simplicity unless I live in a convent in Switzerland. Or Scotland.
4) Jane Fonda is fabulous.
5) I hate grading papers.
6) It is fall...
7) Kelle Hampton's blog made me cry this last weekend. I mean it made me go into the ugly cry. Why is it so hard to be kind to ourselves? What I have learned about life is that the most important relationship I have is with myself. I have to be kinder to myself and that also means letting go of the things I can't control. It's a hard life, why make it harder by beating ourselves up?
8) Laugh at something today. Laughter is the best medicine. Really. Here is something to laugh at.