Oh My…

‘Twas the day before state testing… and let me tell you I was nothing like I thought it would be.

My class had been in panic mode lately. They have all had some traumatic things happening within their neighborhoods, going through a lot at home, and the state test wasn’t helping with their stress levels. It had gotten pretty bad-two best friends had turned on each other at recess and that ended in a fistfight. It was chaos across the board.

The class felt like it was falling apart all because of a test that doesn’t even effect them personally at the moment. I wanted them to know that no matter what I still believed in them, so I started doing what I do for my friends- I started writing them notes of encouragement, inside jokes, and helpful pointers. The whole purpose was to make my students smile, calm down, and know that we’re still a team and nothing can stop that. I skipped my lunch and started writing away. Personally, it started making me calmer and happier too!

At the end of the day I passed out the envelopes one by one.

“What is it Miss Bush?”

“Is it for my mom?”

“Do we need to get it signed?”

I stayed quiet and kept stating, “Just open it!”

Slowly smiles were showing up on faces, high fives were being exchanged, singing was taking place, and laughter filled the room. We ended with our class meeting. The best friends were sitting by each other. I smiled and told them the basics of state testing: eat your breakfast, go to bed early, bring a healthy snack, and that I will always believe in them. That they were still making me proud… no matter what. You could feel the tension leaving the room and joy creeping back in. I sent them home knowing that no matter what happened they would always make me smile, nothing could change that.

I have seen them problem solve with novel engineering, work in collaborative groups with STEM, build each other up, teach one another, stand up to the bully, get themselves help within school and at home, be brave, strong, and courageous kids who now know how to fail forward. They teach me often.

State test don’t always show that. They can’t measure a students growth mindset. It doesn’t measure the growth of the most challenging student finally learning to use kind words. It doesn’t show their lifestyle problem solving skills, or their community benefiting skill projects, or their insightful genius hour skills. It doesn’t show the growth of the student who finally gain confidence to speak up, and now the whole room stops and listen. It doesn’t show all of their It was hard to see my most insightful student not be able to put his full knowledge into of a topic.

My job won’t be done when the testings over. It will continue on…growing and changing with my students needs-and that’s why I’m a teacher. Learning a curriculum is only part of it, fostering a life long learner is all of it.

Oh things, thank you!

Thank you is something most of us say often. We say thank you to our coworkers, our students, our principals, our parents, our family, our friends, our doctors, our dogs, etc.

But… when do we say thank you to the things that don’t understand us? Yes, this is a bit odd, weird, strange, and even creepy, but my man, Jimmy Fallon, inspired me to do this. He has the best skits and one is the thank you cards. I know that I cannot come close to Jimmy, but he inspired me to be creative and think outside the box, so enjoy.

Thank you to coffee for making me and those who encounter me in the morning happier, you do more than you’ll ever know.

Thank you to the coffee pot in my classroom. You smell up our room, but everyone who walks in it enjoys it. You gives us a much need energy boost.

Thank you food-I cannot thank you enough. You cure my hangry personality that happens daily, yes daily. My friends know me for my famous quote, “Let’s all acknowledge and understand my hangriness.” I’m not me when I’m hungry… I’m more of a Tasmanian devil. My coworkers know if I ever get negative at work to feed me, my boyfriend knows the tricks of the trade, and my family is always eating. Hangriness runs in our family is all I will say…

Thank you crockpot, you make my cooking taste 12 times better, and I never give you enough credit!

Thank you Danny’s iPad. You’ve provided me with useless hours of Netflix and Pinterest. I never understood why you are so small, but you fit perfectly in my abnormally small hands.

Thank you books, for letting me get lost in you for countless hours. You take away my pain, bring me happiness, add to my creatively, spark ideas, find characters that relate to me, and open my eyes to so many lessons. Thanks for providing me with a vacation I can hold in my hands.

Thank you target dollar spot, you’re a toxic relationship, but you provide me with all the necessities to make most of my Pinterest dreams come true. I’m also slightly mad at you for the amount I spend on you on a regular occurrence, it’s rather annoying. Love-hate relationship we have going here.

Thank you to my curly hair…even though most days I hate you, you always make it easy to get ready. Yes, you are hard to control and make people think I am seventeen, but you are always loyal and always curly. Danny calls you “Maddy Hairs” because you end up everywhere, but I always support you and tell him that he should be thankful because it is just us saying hi and that we love him.

Thank you winking emoji for allowing me to do a facial expression I am unable to perform without someone thinking I am having a bad reaction to something.

This was just a fun reflection that mirrored my hyper mood. Hope you enjoyed, I sure did, even though it was rather silly.

Remember Me

The other day our D.A.R.E officer asked my class a question. It was a deep, out of the blue, hit you in the heart type of question. It let my class, and myself, silent. She asked, “How do you want to be remembered?”

You could sense all of our minds churning and thinking- How do I want to be remembered? Who will remember me? Positive or Negative. Who am I to the outside eye? How would my family, friends, or enemies remember me, do I have enemies?

I sat back and let that question soak in. In my mind I want to be remembered for being honest, equal, understanding, loving, and passionate. I want to be remembered for always being open to others thoughts or opinions. I want to leave a lasting positive impression on one’s mind when they hear my name, but that is what I want. That is not their perspective.

I then reflected on why I would deserve to be remembered for that. I mail letters to friends, family, and students monthly with supportive words of encouragement, gift cards, and reasons why I love them.that makes me loving and understanding, right? Others see that , right? That is my outlook and reflection of my actions, but that is only my perspective.

I call my friends, I go to siblings sporting events and tell them why I am proud of them. I actively try to compliment others, and reach out and tell my coworkers and students praise. I want them all to know that I believe in them- that makes me loving and kind, right? Or do others see that as annoying and bothersome?

I eat lunch with my students, ask about their family, get them supplies, reach out to them, hug them, get to know them. I am getting my Masters to better my profession and teaching for my students and self. I go in early. I do Girls on the Run, I help with Character Council, I go into school each day with a clean slate and open mind, for the most part-that makes me passionate and understanding, right? Or does that make me a workaholic?

I let others take their anger out on me, even if it kills me inside. That makes me understanding, right? Or does that make me a push over, and next time I should stand up for my friends, boyfriend, and myself, right?

When it comes to how they treat my family and friends though, that is a different story. When something similar happened to my best friend, I used well worded phrases and words to get my point across. When my sister was being made fun of for her looks, those kids heard my mind. When I saw a bully at recess in fourth grade, it got me sent to the principal’s office, but I couldn’t stand by and watch that happen. This all makes me protective and loving, right? Or does this make me too involved in others problems?

I put my heart into everything I do. My dad calls me ‘Texas’ because if I am really passionate about something, I won’t back down. He often says to others, “You’re about to fight Texas, you’re going to lose!” Positively or negatively, I don’t back down- that makes me passionate right? But if I let it get to me- sometimes that makes me too honest and too passionate, right?

I take home my students worries with me, I try and solve all problems myself- my students, my friends, my families, my own. If someone needs help, I won’t quit until we get it down. I put their burden on my shoulders, won’t quit, and am hard on myself if I can’t solve it. II put others in front of me and sometimes I let it mentally exhaust me- that makes me passionate and understanding, right? Or does that make me overbearing and suffocating?

How I will be remembered is through the perspective of others eyes. I am not in control of how others interpret my personality and actions, but I can try my best to help their interpretations be a positive one. I won’t be a positive name to all, but I can be a positive name to most. I can continue bettering myself, while building up those around me. I want to be remembered for being that person who is always positive, understanding, open, loving, equal, and passionate, but that is not up to me, it is up to them.

I tell my students daily, “People won’t remember what you said or did to them in years to come, but they will remember how you made them feel.” I hear my kids quote it in papers, to others, and a kid even said it as his response to our officer, but how are we remembered by others. Is it negative or positive? How do we help shape others perspectives? By our actions and words, and by their own outlook on us.

How do you want to be remembered?

New Blog, Same Me

I am starting a new blog on this site, but don’t let this fool you! Here is my old blog. I did this to keep it all organized, clear, follow other blogs, and download the app! So yes it is a new blog, but its still the same me!