Tiny Cars and Bestie Friends

Thursday, June 27, 2013

I was awake for an oh so very long time last night writing lesson plans. Don’t get me wrong, I really and truly love making worksheets and thinking about activities, but this morning I have visions of factor trees and tally charts dancing in my head. Good think I don’t have to reach very far for this week’s blog post.

Last weekend I took a whirlwind trip to D.C. to visit the Toremeister. I was only there for about 24 hours, but it was absolutely worth every minute. We road around in Smart Cars, drank champagne while getting pedicures, saw a high school friend perform in the national tour of Anything Goes, ate ridiculous rhubarb pie, and then ate ridiculous pancakes. A lovely weekend with my favorite [supposed to be] History Day champions (Remember that story? I wrote about it here), Torey and Michael.

And then, we woke up Sunday morning to the most wonderful news of all, my summertime roommates and very good friends are engaged! To each other! Bring on the wedding planning.

I was so happy to have a weekend to kind of recharge me before the stress of serious Pre-Service Training this week. It will help me to remember all the wonderful support I have when finding out my very important test scores later today! Ahhhhhhh!


As long as one and one is two

Thursday, June 20, 2013

My father had to have four children before he got a girl. And then, just for good measure, he had one more and got a Danny Jr. As the lone girl in a family of six children, I had my fair share of pink, but I also got a hammer for my 8th birthday (this year I got a power screwdriver).

So, in honor of Father’s Day this week, here are some things my Dr. Daddy taught me:

  • I know how take a blood pressure. With just a cuff and a stethoscope.
  • I know how to remove an ingrown toenail. Ouch.
  • I know a few situations in which an external fixator is appropriate.
  • I know how to hang a picture, put together anything with directions, and use a level. Always use a level.
  • I know that tomato soup and pumpkin pie should have their own food groups.
  • I know what it means to work hard, make sacrifices, and love unconditionally.

I know I didn’t even scratch the surface of lessons learned from my father, but it’s a start anyway. For a little sappiness, here are some Paul Simon lyrics to get those Father’s Day tears flowing:

I believe a light that shines on you
Will shine on you forever
And though I can’t guarantee
There’s nothing scary hiding under your bed
I’m gonna stand guard like a postcard
Of a Golden Retriever
And never leave till I leave you
With a sweet dream in your bed

I cannot tell a lie, I did it with my little hatchet

Thursday, June 13, 2013

I cannot tell a lie.

I forgot it was Thursday. More specifically, I forgot that it was Thursday and that on Thursdays I update my blog. I’ll tell you why I’ve been a Forgetful Francesca: this week I drove my little Camry around to 19 high schools. “Ruth, are you crazy? 19 schools? Why would you do that?” I’ll tell you that too.

As a part of my alternative certification teaching program (for which I still haven’t received my test results, so don’t get too excited), I apply to schools independently. Well, kind of independently. They give us tons of resources on cover letter writing, resume building, interview techniques, etc. But ultimately, I’m the one who has to go around to hundreds of schools dropping of my résumé. It was rough, it took two days, but I gained a better understanding of Chicago, got to know some of the common practices of the public schools here, and met pretty great staff/faculty/students.

So, for today, I’d like to do a little recap of some things I may have forgotten [before I went through my old iPhoto albums].

Remember when Hallie and I were in high school?


Remember when Torey and I dressed like characters from Breakfast Club?


Remember when my niece and nephew were only this big?


Remember when Mom and I were basically famous at the Ryman?


Remember when I went to the Olympics?


Remember when I moved to Chicago?


When I start to get bogged down with all the cover letters and schools and work to do, I try to remember that those are not the stories I’ll tell my kids. I’ll tell them about having great friends and a wonderful family, living all over the place, and taking risks. I cannot tell I lie. I forgot it was Thursday, but a reminder was all I really needed.

And the livin’ is easy

Thursday, June 6, 2013

I’ve successfully maneuvered my first week living in Chicago. Bought a parking permit, got a library card, found the grocery store, played with my new kitty roommates, celebrated a couple of birthdays, and I’m now working on job-related things before orientation next Wednesday.

Today I have a “school hiring meeting” at the program office, so I’ve been putting together a list of schools I’ll apply to, my cover letter, etc. etc. etc.

And for all those wondering about the big-giant-fate-determining-test I took on Saturday, all I can say is, “Gaaaaahhhhh.” While it was a biology content exam, it contained a whole lot of stuff I didn’t think to study (Specifically physics. Say it again with me, ‘Gaaaaahhhhh’), so I’m not feeling overly confident about it. I won’t find out my score until the end of the month, so I’m trying to enjoy the many many good things happening right now. In my pre-pre-service training, some online modules to prepare me for training next week, I’m already learning so much about teaching. I’m fascinated by reading articles and watching videos of successful teachers, so I know I’ll be a teacher eventually, regardless of the results of this test.

This weekend is an extension of the boys’ birthday celebration…we’re going to see Book of Mormon! So excited. And then in a few weeks I’m going to visit my favorite Toremeister in DC to see one of our Muse Machine friends perform in Anything Goes. Like I said, so many good things happening, I can’t let a silly old test bring me down.

P.S. I finished Emily’s pillow (you can read about it here), and here’s the result!!

Happy Engagement, Emily!

Happy Engagement, Emily!