It's pretty typical that I find myself writing a blog post around the first of the school year and then suddenly, POOF!--I'm several weeks, or months, into the school year with no hint of reflection. While this is only the beginning of my 4th year teaching, it is now my third year experiencing the upheaval and stress of evacuating because of a hurricane. In years past we've left school only to return and find out that students had severe damage to their homes, leaving them to stay with family members or in some other temporary location. I'm beyond grateful that Dorian spared our coast line.
It's a hard thing to be grateful for, at the same time knowing the utter destruction that fell on the Bahamas. I have family with homes in affected parts of North Carolina as well, so while I breathe a sigh of relief, I feel a little guilty. Even though we didn't see much in the way flood waters or hurricane strength winds, it is extremely stressful to watch, wait, and anticipate. And while we, as adults, try to shield our children from that angst, it is surely impossible that they don't harbor some of it as well. That's why I'm excited--even though today was rough--to get back into the normalcy and routine of school. I'm ready to read more stories, unpack the author's meaning, and dive into rich informational text. My Communication Arts classes are back to really cool research, posters, and two page layouts. Plus, 6th grade will finally complete their History of Communication notes (and the class goes wild!) so we can move on to color theory, typography, graphic design, and eventually, FILM! So yes, that did just happen. What was a three day weekend turned into a full week off. I called it my Thanksgiving break and tried to make the most out of our evacuation time in Atlanta with my three-year old and eight-year old by visiting the Fernbank Museum and taking in a Braves game. I saw a current student at the museum and several former students that are now SOPHOMORES at the Braves game. It was nice to still feel connected to students and school even when we were away.
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