Book Bouquets

I spent the afternoon with my sister and she taught me how to make book bouquets. All I need now is a glue gun and some plastic flowers. Heaven knows I have plenty of books! 

Teacher Appreciation Week

A gift from my boss
Thank you, Mrs. Wilczak!

 

What Brings You Joy

Yes, I AM from the 1900s. And proud of it!

At various times throughout the school year, especially when teacher morale is low and kids’ mischief is high, we have a gift exchange called “What Brings You Joy?” Teachers who want to participate sign up on a spreadsheet and jot down a short list of things that make them smile. Flavored lip balms. Orange chocolate. Fine-point pens. Cheap holiday earrings. Hand lotion. You get the picture. We set a $20 limit, but honestly I don’t think any of us really stick to it. It’s all in good fun, and every penny is worth it.

This year, my school bestie Hannah was my joy giver. I laughed so hard, and I can’t help but grin every time I see this sign on my desk. This is totally my favorite gift ever! 

She also gave me FINE-point pens because, as she’ll tell you, I’m always complaining about pens. And she didn’t forget Ernie! He received a Halloween Advent Calendar full of kitty toys. Ernie gives it his full seal of approval. 

Back to School

Even though it sounds impossibly cruel, teachers in my school returned yesterday, two and a half weeks before the students do. We're not sure why. I'm pretty sure our principal feels our pain. She greeted us with these wonderful gifts! 

The next two weeks will be filled with meetings, getting our classrooms ready, more meetings, lesson planning, more meetings, setting up gradebooks, more meetings... 

Honestly, the only one I'm absolutely not looking forward to is the mental health meeting. We had one of those the year before last, and I had to leave. There are just some things that have happened in my life that I don't care to revisit. 

Professional Development

Today we had to complete mandatory training for New York State regarding our duties as mandated reporters. On days like these, our school principal brings out the wheel of prizes for the staff, with prizes ranging from "go outside and pick up three pieces of garbage" to "win a gift box". In the four years I have worked there, I've never won anything. Today I won a gift box. I feel so appreciated!

The box says, "Sometimes you forget that you're awesome so this is your reminder." It contained a recycle bag, a pen that says, "You're awesome!", a travel mug, and a bottle of semi-dry red wine. Life is good! 

March is for the Weary (and the Warriors)

March is the hardest month to be a teacher.

If you know, you know. It’s the final stretch before spring break, but somehow it feels like the longest, coldest, grayest tunnel with no snacks and questionable Wi-Fi. The kids are stir-crazy. The staff is tired. And you? You’re just trying to make it to Friday without using your “teacher voice” at the grocery store.

So today, right when I needed it most, my boss left me a note. Just a note on an index card, nothing fancy. But what it said? It hit like a hug from someone who actually gets it.

“Had lunch with some ladies today—they said you were a favorite teacher because you mean business. Don’t give up the good fight.”

Cue the lump in the throat.

My boss is a former teacher herself, so she knows what March feels like. She’s survived the “I forgot my homework,” “I didn’t know we had a test,” and “Can we just watch a movie?” era. She knows that by this point in the year, you’ve repeated instructions 97 times and the copier has betrayed you at least twice this week.

That note reminded me that even when I feel like I'm running on caffeine and stubbornness, I'm still showing up in a way that matters. “You mean business” doesn’t sound like a compliment at first—until I realized it means I have standards. I create structure. I care enough to push kids to be better.

I didn’t know I needed those words today. But I did.

So if you're out there wondering if what you’re doing is enough—if you’re tired, tapped out, or just plain over it—I see you. I am you. March is brutal. But you and I - we're still here. Still showing up. Still fighting the good fight.

And someone out there thinks you’re their favorite. Just because you mean business.