Time to Write

I usually start out a lot of posts this way... how long has it been?  Well, I think January was the last one.  To be honest, I'm too lazy to check.  I always think I'm going to start tomorrow.  I figured today was just as good as any other day.  I also think I have to have positive, cheerful stuff.  It is hard enough to read when it is happy-- who in the world wants to read something so melancholy?
I'm going to blame my melancholy mood on the RAIN.  There is nothing I can do about it.  I do not know how people in rainy climates (e.g.  London) can stand it.  I would lose my mind.  I think I saw in the local paper that we've had 22 inches since June 10th.

Lots of changes during the last couple of months.  Some were planned, some were not.

In February, we took R/R and my nephew to an open house at USC.  I figured it is never too early to start college visits.  The personal highlight was meeting Cocky

The kids weren't nearly as excited as me.  It was raining on that day, too.
Shortly after that spring sports started up around here.  Translation:  that means just about each day had us coming and going in different directions.  It is fun and I wouldn't trade it for anything.  The washing machine runs all of the time and there is no such thing as being bored.  We only had a few meets and/or baseball game that ran the same time.  Rain was no friend this spring either.

Easter arrived followed by spring break.  For the first time in my adult life, I hosted Easter dinner.  Everything went just fine... even though I had been cooking for two days.

A favorite tradition of young and old

How blessed we are

Easter brought the flowers in the yard which just make me smile

With spring came change.  After 6 years in one classroom, I will be moving.  Naturally, a range of bittersweet emotions consumed me.  I never thought of myself as a pack rat-- but packing up 6 years worth of stuff took some time.  

I read the following off of a teacher blog that I follow.  She usually writes about technology in the classroom.  But every now and then, she hits the nail on the head with something I'm thinking about: 

I'm struck by the comments of those teachers in transition between schools. Leaving a school must have heartache in it. Every teacher I know who is a great teacher loves their kids and many colleagues at any school - no matter how tough.

Our treasures are not dollars in the bank, but faces that come to mind and the stories that enrich our lives full of meaning. Good teachers are rich. We aren't biding our time, we are building it. When we retire, great teachers have castles of legacy built upon the stories and richness of lives forever changed.

I'm writing this because many of us educators have transition. We may have to give up coaching a sport and move to another. We may have to give up a club to do another. We may no longer be teaching a subject we love and have to move to one we're not so crazy about. If we're parents, we might even have to let our own child move to their upper road without the baggage of an overly sad parent hanging over their heads.   Vicki Davis from The Cool Cat Teacher blog

I will have to post a picture of the new classroom.  103-D is cleaned out and a new teacher will be coming in August.

So true

Neat little picture

I look like I'm trying out for an episode of Hoarders.  This is only part of it.
The rest of it is in my house.

I'm going to wind it up here tonight... I will be more organized next time... maybe!