Nothing quite like waking up on a Wednesday and being served breakfast in bed by my amazing husband. When I asked him what the occasion was, he replied, “Just ’cause I love you, that’s all.”
I am honored to have been nominated by the adorable duo at Faraday’s Candle for the:
SISTERHOOD OF THE WORLD BLOGGER’S AWARD
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The original questions that Bloggers Faraday’s Candle have asked me are as follows:
1–Do you like wearing fuzzy slippers? Every chance I get
2–What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Today…mocha almond fudge
3–What is the funniest thing that happened to me as a kid? I tried to dye my hair red once, and it turned out deep plum, and my happy accident started a trend in school
4–What is the funniest thing that happened to me while blogging? I thought I had deleted all of my widgets and cried and cried, and then, someone tipped me off that they were all just rendered inactive and waiting for me at the bottom of my admin page
5–Who is my favorite singer? I just love Damien Rice right now
6–What is my favorite song? His Eye is on the Sparrow
7–Who is my favorite Pixar character? Jesse from Toy Story II & III
8–Who is my favorite Disney character? Belle
9–What is my favorite Disney movie? Beauty and the Beast
10–Have I ever gotten a brain freeze? Regularly when I order a Frappuccino
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2–What actress would play you in a movie about your life?
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4–Why do you Blog?
5–Who are your inspirations living or dead?
6–If you could go back in time or flash forward to the future, which would you choose and why?
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10–What is the meaning of life?
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Sometimes our journeys get tangled up in someone else’s path, and, for a brief moment, we walk alongside a complete stranger only to find that, with every step, an unlikely friendship forms before our roads diverge again.
Almost every year, the university near our suburb asks us to take on a few of their new credentialing candidates, and some of us throw caution to the wind and agree. These doe-eyed, soft-spoken, smiley faces step onto our archaic campus, backpacks in tow like students themselves, and take on the hardest job they’ll ever do for free…err, I mean credit. The university seeks our site out deliberately (insert evil cackle) in hopes that if one of their own can survive working at my school, then that new, burgeoning teacher can survive anything. It’s sad, but true.
I knew going into this new school year that the students I would have were, as a whole, a very pleasant group, unlike some groups that have sent some of our teachers on year-long hiatuses to recover. So, I offered to mentor a student teacher with the understanding that the victim…err, I mean candidate, would likely survive without getting eaten alive by my upcoming clientele.
Now, don’t get me wrong–I’ve been at this site since January 2000. It’s obviously my comfort zone, and I can honestly say that this is the best group of lovelies I’ve had in years. I’m not trying to paint this horrific work environment in our dilapidated school, or persuade you to assume that any of our students are the future dregs of society because it’s simply not true…I’m just sayin’ that it takes a special kind of resiliency to handle working in an environment where actual teaching is the last thing we get to focus on when we step onto campus each day.
The interns I’ve mentored over the years have come in all kinds of flavors. I have had to dismiss some, I’ve held the tissue box for others, I’ve even chased a few down the hall trying to escape over the years. But then, along comes my student teacher this year, and I am completely surprised. She arrived two days before school started, all bundled up in shyness, and embraced the students as if they were hers day one, and immediately, I knew that she was going to make it.
As vastly different as we are as individuals, in the classroom, we were one, functioning as a perfect, synchronized team, with the students in the forefront and her own education hiding in the background. She soaked in everything I had to offer, she put as many steps in per day in the classroom as me reaching each student individually—maybe even more, and she grew into her own confident, capable teacher-self in record time. In all of the years and all of the interns I’ve taken under my wing, I’ve never had one so amazing as this person.
So, it didn’t surprise me that the university decided that it was time to have her move on and grow in another challenging environment. And, with a quivering chin and a heartfelt, “Thank You”, I, and all of her students, bid her farewell on Friday. Although, she is leaving, she is most definitely not gone, as I can say that she is no longer my student teacher, interning her way through the credentialing program, but she is now my beloved friend.
Two roads converged in a most serendipitous way, but we parted only one path, as we continue to forge our unlikely friendship on our journeys as teachers. Godspeed, my comrade, and ‘good job’! We are all going to miss you! I know that you will succeed, and all *is right in the world now with you carrying this teaching torch onward.
When I was eleven, I scribbled out my first novella, I’ll Never Be the Same Again, on loose leaf paper and tucked it into a binder, forever creating my own destiny. I love writing. WRITING, not typing–I like typing, don’t get me wrong, and I happen to be fast at it–but writing, oh my, I get like a shark about to take a bite out of life…my eyes glaze over at the aroma of the crisp, fresh pages of a journal, and I feverishly tear into it with endless amounts of words.
I was that girl throughout school that rivaled Harriet of Harriet the Spy in every way, meticulously documenting everything that was happening to me every moment of the day–each glance I would capture in passing down the hall from the crush I’d have while on my way to the next class or all of the juicy details of the gossip my friends would share over lunch in the cafeteria. I was a “Dear Diary,” kind of girl for years and years. I also started plotting out and writing scenes for a full-length novel before I could even drive a car. I would write ideas down on anything I could get my hands on–gum wrappers, receipts, napkins–you name it. I even penned hundreds of poems and short stories, all by hand. Sadly, all of my stories starred my friends and their crushes, so I would let them keep them, and I never made second copies, so I’ve lost those first aspiring love stories, but all of the journals are still in my possession, locked safely away in storage, and someday, when I feel the muse coming, I’ll add YA (Young Adult) Romance to my types of genre that I write.
When I received my first word processor, my handwriting lifestyle changed. I gave into the lime green glow of the words and veered away from the handwritten means of self-expression. It was clunky and squealed out awful noises, but it made school a little easier, and seeing my words in print without having to type them on the family typewriter that had sticky keys was heaven-sent. It wasn’t until I actually graduated from college with my BA that I received my first computer. Yeah–I’m that old, just turned 44 last month, actually. This new computer of mine was too slow for the internet, but the word-processing capabilities allowed me to begin another novel along side the one that I had completely outlined and written scenes for in high school. A hundred or so pages into the new novel though, I upgraded the operating system, and I lost the book. I stopped writing for a while altogether in my dismay. When I finally came around again, I went back to good ol’ fashioned pen and paper until I owned a ‘real’ computer and another and another and…
I still journal in between bouncing writing around all of my Apple devices–my desktop, MacBook Air, my iPhone, etc. I’m covered when I have something to say. I no longer have to rummage through my purse for a gum wrapper like the good ol’ days of my youth. And, I still journal. In fact, my aunt-in-law blessed me with a new journal for Christmas that has a picture of my young daughters on the front cover along with the words, “Brooke’s Journal,” and, by the end of the day, those crisp, fresh pages had lured me in, and I had filled several of them up with an outline of a new Romantic Comedy novel that I plan on turning into an eBook once it’s written just to have “Indie Published” under my belt as a writer.
There’s something special about the pen and paper. I’ve even studied graphology a little bit–the way people write revealing how they feel, what their personality is like, and who they are hidden in the curlycues of their writing. My penmanship is atrocious. Even I can’t read my writing sometimes. It’s very loopy like an endless string of smiley faces, and it comes as no surprise to me that when analyzed it means that I’m open, positive, always moving forward, and generally happy. Yeah, that’s about right. I can easily go into a rage like any impassioned writer could, but overall, if I’m writing something down to be analyzed, it’s likely that my eyes are glazed over with the joy that comes with handwriting anyway and capturing that thrill in my scribble is bound to happen.