Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Fifth Grade

I remember being in fifth grade. My teacher was Mrs. Mayo. I don't remember much about fifth grade- it wasn't one of my favorite years. Mrs. Mayo and I didn't get along- I was a Chatty Kathy (go figure) and I was trying out my independence by not wearing barrettes in my hair as I was growing it out and she didn't try to make a relationship with me. My mom tells stories of Mrs. Mayo calling her and basically tattling on me that I was talking too much or not wearing the clips in my hair. Now, don't get me wrong- my mom would back up any teacher. She knew I was FAR from perfect and that I could be a "sassy-mo-massy". When Mrs. Mayo called, it was as if she wanted my mom to do something about it when she hadn't even talked to me about it. She didn't want to be the one to give the consequence. Like she didn't want to be the bad guy. It was kind of weird, actually. Finally my mom said to her, "Tell her to stop talking! Give her a consequence! We'll back you, but I can only do so much from my end!" I honestly can't remember Mrs. Mayo ever talking to me about it, but I sure do remember getting talked to by Mr. Pence (the other fifth grade teacher) because I had been swearing on the playground and someone told on me. I know. Swearing at 10. Not so cool.

I wish that I had the experience that I am trying to give my kids in fifth grade. I think they are the funniest, most loving, and great group of kids. All 90 of them. They work hard (well, most of them), the respect each other for the most part and I feel like I have a good relationship with the lot of them. It's a pretty big responsibility to spend the amount of time I do with someone else's children. They are in my care more than their parents' care during the school year. Plus, if you want to add all the state requirements that they have to learn for middle school... sheesh. It's kind of a big responsibility. But I love them.

Today, in my third block science class, the kids were working on their processing page that comes at the end of each lesson. The Processing page is kind of like a quiz along the way to make sure they are on track for learning the concepts as we go through the unit. I have the kids come up for me to check them individually so that I can make corrections with them right away to keep them all on track.

The second part of the page was asking about the weather that was happening right then and which of Earth's systems were interacting to make that weather. One of my sweetest girls in that class came up to share her work with me and had written that "the hydrosphere and atmosphere were interacting. The warm air rises and then cools which causes perspiration so that it makes clouds and possibly rain." I giggled when I read it and asked her if she meant condensation. "Oh, yes, she said. But, what's perspiration?" This made me giggle more. When I told her what perspiration was, she was completely grossed out and wanted to change the word immediately.

I am so looking forward to camp. I can't wait to see them in that setting. They are so excited!

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

It's Almost Break TIme

No- Not break dancing. Not Hammer time. Break time. Yes. That lovely week in February that we call Mid-Winter Break. It's a wonderful break after six weeks of dark, rainy, sleepy days. I'm not planning on going anywhere. The Fast One may take some time off, but it depends on whether the units get running or not. Whether or not he does get time off, I'm still going to enjoy the days. A little more sleep. A little less stress. And a few days just for me.

Thursday, January 14, 2016


Alan Rickman died today.

And, while I know that he was in many, many movies and played many different roles both on screen and on stage, my favorite character of his is Professor Snape from the Harry Potter series. Snape was always my favorite in the books and Mr. Rickman just brought that character even more alive.

I cried this morning when I heard. I didn't even know this man. Never met him, but I found my chest hurting and my eyes  getting teary every time I thought about it. Someone said it best on my Facebook wall: "It's almost like losing Snape all over again." And it's true. I only saw a few other movies that Mr. Rickman was in besides the Harry Potter series. Snape was the true un-hero. Everyone hated him yet he was a real hero.

Rest in peace, Mr. Rickman. Your absence will be felt, and you will be terribly missed.


Sunday, January 3, 2016

A New Year

I've been challenged by Teenie to write one post a week for a year. I used to write MORE than one post a week every week AND wrote papers for my dumb master's program. What happened? Did I lose interest? Did I get lazy? Who knows. But Teenie reminded me that I missed it. A lot. So. Here it is. Week One Post of a year of posts.

Well... I gotta start slow... can't rush into these things...

Friday, May 15, 2015


Yup. This is what my life has been for the last 14 weeks. Full of rash. Not the cool Rush Rash, but yucky, itchy, all over my body rash. The moves and crops up in different places just when I think it's gone. 

It started in February when I went to the doc because I thought I had strept throat. I went in on a Monday- the rash was starting at that point, and Maury thought that it was because I had strept. Wednesday, I wasn't feeling better so I went back. He took chest x-rays looking for pneumonia but didn't find any- told me to come back Saturday if I didn't feel better. By Saturday, I couldn't walk the distance from our couch to the kitchen without stopping for a rest. I couldn't breathe. I almost passed out in the shower before going to the clinic. Maury took another chest x-ray to find my heart enlarged. He told me to take at least the next week off and was sending me to a cardiologist. 

I went in for an echo-cardiogram on the next Monday, the cardiologist read my results and admitted me right then and there. He said I had pericardiosentesis. They sent me to the cath lab that night and drained 700ccs of fluid from my heart. People. That's 3 cups of fluid. THREE FREAKING CUPS. The staff  in the cath lab were awesome. Truly. Ursula, one of the nurses, gave me some awesome meds that didn't let me remember that this procedure wasn't a super fun one. Plus, Dr. Doucette, the cardiologist who did the procedure, was super nice. I never got to tell him thank you because I think I was "under" when he finished. The nurses and I took a selfie with the bag of fluid- they really were great- and they rolled me back up to my room to see The Fast One and my family. I felt so much better, although it felt like someone had punched me in the chest. 

I stayed in the hospital for two nights. While I was there, Dr. Hashisaki, an ifectious disease doctor, was looking at the rash that had formed between my belly button and my knees. Everyone was freaking out because they thought it was measles. Nope. Not measles. After I got out of the hospital, Dr. H saw me multiple times trying to figure out what caused the pericarditis, and the rash. Finally, he thought that the pericarditis was caused by an adenovirus. The rash was another story. 

Tons of blood draws, tests run. Predinsone taken, zyrtec taken. A trip to the allergist to find out that I'm "not allergic to anything". At this point were going on 13 weeks of an itchy rash covering 90% of my body. Maury prescribed Zyrtec twice a day along with Ranitadine, and said, what do you think of seeing a dermatologist? To which I replied, I'll try anything. I can't live the rest of my life itching. 

A week an a half later, I"m in Dr. Allison Hughes' office. In 5 minutes she told me I had  viral psoriasis. There's a shot that fixes that people!!! Which I started last night. Finally. a light at the end of the tunnel. Dr. Huges says that I'll have to do the shots for 3-6 months. I can't wait to be back to normal. 

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Day 3- RUSH

In honor of one of my favorite rock groups. They are coming July 19th. Can't wait- it might be their last tour.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Day 2: PJ Harvey Down by the Water

I have to say that I love this song.