The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

The Saga of the Sophomores and the Great Can Competition! November 17, 2017

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Hello, all!  Life has been quite an adventure since I returned to teaching.  There have been days and moments where I have wanted to run away and become a sheep herder in Tibet, but there have also been moments when I think I really do enjoy these kids and their enthusiasm.

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Take today, for example. The school is collecting canned goods for… you know… some reason.  Thanksgiving, maybe?  Or possibly just for the local food pantry.  That part doesn’t really matter.  The point is, they have known for a week that we were supposed to be collecting cans.  They have been reminded repeatedly, but up until YESTERDAY they only had about 20 cans.

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It’s important to add here, that there are serious rewards in the picture if they meet their collection goal. Incidentally, their collection goal is for each class (each grade- Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors and Seniors) 250 apiece for the basic reward of a faculty-student volleyball game with pizza and soda.  The ULTIMATE goal, however, is that if the whole high school collects 2000 cans total, the principal will get a pie in the face.  This, obviously, is something that they find motivating.

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So again, up until yesterday they only had about 20 cans.  Today, much to the delight and yet surprise of the faculty, particularly yours truly who has been nagging them for days, they have suddenly decided to become competitive.  Kids showed up before school lugging full backpacks and WalMart bags.  One girl went to the store and bought one hundred cans on her own. They have been counting and re-counting, guarding jealously against sneaky upperclassmen who claim to be collecting the goods and then steal them and add them to their own tally.  They have been calling their parents and begging them to bring more canned goods, but most of the students who brought some today have just raided their own pantries.  I can easily envision dozens of moms getting ready to make supper tonight, standing in front of open pantry doors, staring upon dusty empty shelves and screaming, “(Insert Sophomore’s name here) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH ALL THE FOOD!!”

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Basically it turns out these are good kids after all.  They showed up a little late to the party, but their honor is at stake here, and they are finally coming together and determined not to be bested by the other grades.  Except it turns out they still fall in the category of ‘give-em-an-inch-and-they’ll-take-ten-miles.” Several of them have formed a gang and are currently hiding out in my classroom taking full advantage of the fact that this is the last day before Thanksgiving break.

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Until next time!

D.

 

Teaching, Directing, And Other New Adventures July 22, 2017

Hello all!  What a hot, hot day here in my world.  So much has been going on lately, it’s quite crazy.

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First of all, I think I have probably posted before about going back to college, getting my degree after 30, my one year of teaching, the tornado, the house fire, how difficult it all was, and how I survived and grew stronger, but I didn’t really think I’d ever be able to teach again?  Well… I wouldn’t have believed it, but the Universe had other plans.  An opportunity arose, I seized it, and now I am the new 10th grade English teacher at my hometown high school!!  It’s almost miraculous, honestly.  I would probably never have gotten the chance without the help of a couple of amazing women and outstanding teachers, my friends D.B and D.J.  Between the two of them, they made me aware of the opportunity, encouraged me to go for it, prepared me for it, put in good words for me, and are helping make my first year back in about nine years easier by leaving a road map of lesson plans and complete units for me to use.  I am excited and nervous, and scared and thrilled and determined and ready.  I just pray so hard that I do a good job and make a difference in my students’ lives!!

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Theatre things are also cooking along like crazy.  I am now not only on the Board of Directors for the theatre, I’m the VP.  That in itself would be amazing for me, but on top of that, in their wisdom or insanity, I’m never sure which, my fellow board members voted to allow me to direct a show in the next season!  I’ll be directing a small cast play in March and April, called Ripcord by David Lindsay-Abaire. I am so, so looking forward to it, and I am so amazed and thrilled they gave me a chance.  In other news, the theatre is doing Oklahoma! this summer.  It has already opened and has five performances left.  I am planning to see it tonight and I’m sure it will be wonderful.

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Theatre is bittersweet for me now, in a lot of ways. It is one of those places where the faces stay the same but the relationships ebb and flow, and someone you felt close to in one show may feel like a stranger in the next.  Or you may feel you fit in, and then feel like a stranger peeping in the window of your own living room.  I miss certain people who used to be part of it all, and I miss feeling like I am close to the heart of it.  Oddly, I became VP and immediate began to struggle with my enthusiasm for it, in the face of changing friendships and allegiances.  But I suspect that’s normal.

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I’m really looking forward to tonight, though.  As I said, the theatre is doing Oklahoma! this summer and my mom and I are taking my 90 year old grandfather.  I think he will very much enjoy the show.  I was supposed to be shadowing the director on this one, learning and preparing for my directorial debut, but after I got the school job, everything else in my mind just kind of jumped into the backseat and I gradually faded out of the show.

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Also, my son has had a rough summer.  He did some summer school, which he hated, but he has also been struggling with his moods and emotions, and it has been difficult.  We struggle on a daily basis to be able to see his path and his future, and it is… well, difficult.  He is just not your average bear, and we have a hard time knowing what to do with him.

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Clearly I have a million things occupying my mind, so much so that sometimes, like now, when I want to be able to SAY something, my brain is nothing but drowsiness and white noise.  OH!  I have also been doing my best to plan another trip back to Alaska, AKA The Mother Ship.  If all goes well in school this year and I am rehired for next year, I am taking The Boy and myself, and we are going to the Great Northern Frontier, and we are going to have many, many adventures.  No matter what!

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I think maybe that’s all for now.  I’m going to do my best to write more often here.  Maybe I’ll find something worth saying.

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Until Next Time,

D.

 

 
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