deciphering the days

Herein lies the final post in my trilogy of being a new teacher. Previously, I have debated my participation in the occupation ( Part 1 ). Also, I have aired my frustrations, solutions, and unsolved mysteries of the classroom ( Part 2 ). Now, for Part 3. What exactly is the role of a teacher in a public school setting? I don't know but it seems that everyone else does. To be fair, all of us have taught someone something at some point, and all of us have been taught. Which means everyone has an opinion about the teaching profession. Many with experience in education know of the curriculum vs. pedagogy debate, which translates to 'what you teach' vs. 'how you teach,' respectively. Not unlike the nature vs. nurture debate, both curriculum and pedagogy exist and both are powerful influencers, but we are uncertain as to which aspect deserves the most attention. However, during my education classes and in my mere year as a teacher, I have been witness to a th...

If you read the post called ' seek and you will find ' you know that Hubby and I are indeed searching for God, or in my case, not searching and not sure why. We are each on our own path, and yet we are together. My journey really began a few months ago. I was looking for a way to organize my jewelry. I don't particularly have a lot, but what I do have was messily stored. A friend told me that Hobby Lobby had some cute methods of hanging jewelry AND they had a sale going on. So I went and found what I was looking ( link to Hobby Lobby ): It was functional and a much better alternative to my then current method of jewelry in vases (aka a tangled mess). Painted script on wood pallets and "antique brass hooks" do not exactly match my style or the design of the bedroom, but I didn't hesitate. As I walked to the register, I prayed, "Please Father. Awaken my soul." Though the wall hanging came with a long list of possible uses, I hung it above my dr...

Okay but seriously though. I am still KonMari-ing. Also, I'm having to go back and KonMari categories that I supposedly finished. Which indicates that I am not quite doing it right. However, the degree of my possessions has certainly been halved, at least. So without further ado.... Spring 2018 Update: I am starting to take the title of that book more seriously. The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up I think it might actually have changed my life...A year and a half after reading the book, and I am still joyfully whittling my possessions down to those I truly adore. Suddenly I have started to enjoy my house. It is clean and authentically 'me.' As my life is getting cleaner I discover a 'style.' My house. Clean lines. A collection of blacks, whites, greys, and browns, with splashes of rich yet subtle blues, yellows, and greens. Modern. Sleek. Happy - almost childlike - accents of message boards, graphic pillows, and quirky figures. My clothes. Clean...