Today, we had our seventh major shooting rampage (and second school shooting) of 2012. I wonder when we will finally realize we need to have a serious discussion about gun control in this country.
Not to make light of the other six, but this one hit very close to home. Enough is enough. They were 20 little kids. And they were inside their classroom. I am sickened and appalled.
Please let it be time.
At school over the last few weeks my students have been learning about families and traditions for part of a social studies unit. The winter holidays are loaded with family traditions so it’s an enjoyable unit for the kids. As a culminating activity, the entire 2nd grade performs a December Celebrations’ program for the parents. They speak about and sing songs from/about various countries and the traditions that have been influential on our US traditions. Needless to say, we’ve been singing A LOT.
At dismissal earlier this week, one of my students told me her mom had taught her a song from Jordan, and she asked if she could teach it to the class. I was out the following day doing a training, so upon my return this morning, she asked again. Wanting to be inclusive of all of the students’ cultures, it was important to give her a few minutes to share, especially since her family’s native country is not part the program. I found some time at the end of the day and told her she was on. We asked her to sing it for us first so we could hear it. In her quiet Minnie Mouse-like voice she began singing. As we listened, a few of the other kids looked inquisitively at her. There was something familiar about it. After a few more bars, one of my caller-outers called out, “We’ve heard that song in here!”
Yes, we had. About 100 years ago when I first started teaching I made a Christmas CD to play in the classroom while the kids worked on their traditions projects. Each year they make me laugh by belting out songs like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, Feliz Navidad, and Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree as they write and color.
The song she wanted to teach us was actually Wham’s “Last Christmas”, also on the CD. We’ve listened to it several times since returning from Thanksgiving Break.
Within a few seconds, the entire class was singing along to the chorus of “Last Christmas”. I turned on the music for them so they could continue singing while they worked; singing to a song that may or may not “come from Jordan”.
Usually, I decorate my house for Christmas the day after Thanksgiving. By no means do I go overboard, but I do like to put up a tree and a few decorations around the house. This year, I didn’t have the time or energy to deal with it after Thanksgiving so now here we are, 2 weeks from Christmas, and I’m still not really in the Christmas spirit.
Since I’m spending Christmas away from home this year, I’ve been kind of bah humbugging it about decorating. I usually have my fill of it by December 25 and end up de-Christmas-ing that night. The thought of putting up decorations that I won’t even be around to enjoy or coming home to a decorated house after the fact is very unappealing. Even though I swoon when visiting or driving past beautifully decorated homes, the motivation to decorate is missing.
While out walking the dog this weekend, a few of my neighbors were out putting lights up on their house. More were put up the previous weekends. Let’s be honest, most of the light hanger-uppers are men. So it struck me funny that at one of the homes, the husband and wife were both outside, but it was the wife climbing up and down the ladder stringing the lights along the roof line. The husband held the ladder. I wanted to shout, “You go girl!” But instead I thought about how impressed I was. I wouldn’t even know where to begin with that task beyond buying the lights at the store. And even then, it’s iffy.
I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the fact that Christmas is not coming to my house this year. Can’t you tell. So other than wrapping gifts, packing a suitcase, and getting on an airplane, I’m all ready for Christmas. How about you?
Ya know, I go through most of my days without too much excitement. Each day is played pretty level – nothing too spectacular but nothing too devastating either. Every once in awhile though, I come across a day that makes me shake my head and chuckle with wonder. Yesterday was one of those days.
The Renegade Craft Fair was in Los Angeles this weekend. Elana and I took the train into the city and headed towards China Town. The park where the fair was held was nearby, but I wasn’t quite sure where. The plan was to GPS the park when we got close. That plan led us into a two hour walk around China Town and its vicinities looking for that damn park. The GPS kept bringing us back to the same spot, a spot with NO park. Finally after much searching we found it about 3 blocks from where the GPS put it. Things were not off to a good start, but once we finally arrived, the fair was fun. I love being around people who are creative and inspiring. Most of the artists’ work was just lovely.
After our visit, we took the train back to the station and were glad to be back in the car knowing where we were going after all the walking and searching of the afternoon. We jumped on the 170 to head home, but after a few moments there were police lights behind me. “Oh, no,” I said, “I’m getting pulled over.” “You are?” Elana said looking back, “No you aren’t.” Actually, we were getting pulled over. I made my way across the 5 lanes of freeway to the shoulder and stopped the car – nervous and irritated all at the same time. We did everything right - rolled down all the windows, made our hands visible, and waited patiently while the officer made his way to the window. “Is there a reason you were going 83?” The officer asked. In my most apologetic tone I told him that we had just been talking, and I didn’t realize how fast we were going, and that I was VERY sorry. He asked for my license and registration. While I got them out, Elana played the police officer’s card. She told him I was taking her home to see her husband who was ALSO A POLICE OFFICER. Things seemed to look positive as he looked over my paperwork. Kept inside the registration holder are also my proof of insurance cards. I asked him if needed those too. He nodded and I handed them to him. “Do you have anything up-to-date?” he asked, “These are from 2009.” CRAP! We begged and pleaded and lamented that I DID have insurance and I didn’t know where the cards could be but I could call my agent and she could tell him. He told us he’d be back. The two of us waited, watching out the window, wondering aloud if he’d give a ticket. He was writing, which wasn’t a good sign.
A few moments later, he came back. He said that he was giving me a correctable ticket. As he began to explain it, our attention was directed to the freeway due to a screeching sound. The three of us turned our heads to the left and watched a car slam into a stopped car (stopped in regular freeway traffic), flip up onto the stopped car, which then caused a large pile up. All of us gasped, and I think the officer may have let an expletive slip. “OK, please just quickly sign this,” he said handing me the clipboard. I signed, still unsure of the offense(s) at that point. He gave me my copy and ran to his car. While the scare of the accident and the ticket kind of wore off, I realized he hadn’t given me back my license or registration. The slowly moving traffic had basically stopped and I couldn’t get out or even open my door because of the narrow shoulder. Elana went to open her door and jump out, but the guardrail was too close and she couldn’t even get her door open. We waved, called out, and tried to grab his attention as he pulled out into the traffic and made his way to the accident up ahead.
We were basically blocked in by all the stopped cars. While we waited, we watched the police car stop all oncoming traffic to keep the accident scene clear. At first we reviewed the ticket. It was in fact just a fix it ticket with a verbal speed warning. So other than the inconvenience of having to bring proof of the insurance to the closest CHP office, I should be good to go. We also discussed if we should wait and ask for them back or if I should just call about it Monday morning and figure it out. I figured the last thing I should do was wait and ask for it back in the middle of an accident. Elana called her husband and asked him. He said, it would be more difficult getting it back later than it would be to ask for it there. So once the cars involved in the accident were moved to the side of the road and some traffic started moving again, I maneuvered my way through the traffic and pulled up alongside of where the officer was clearing debris. When he saw us, he looked up and said, “I probably saved you from being in this thing,” pointing to the accident. “Maybe,” I nodded and then told him he still had my stuff. After a few moments he returned with my paperwork and sent us on our way.
A few times on the ride home one of us would laugh and ask, “Can you believe?” or “What a crazy day.” Both laughing that at least it was a good story.
I don’t know what happened this week. It was supposed to be light and easy and before I knew it, it snowballed into a crazy end of week. I’ve started writing a couple of posts, but haven’t had a chance to finish them. A Saturday 9 will have to do for now.
1) Do you ever suffer the blues during the holidays? No, although this year I’m having a bit of trouble getting into the holiday spirit.
2) More than 18 million visitors have toured Elvis' home, Graceland. Have you ever been there? Nope
3) Elvis dyed his naturally light brown locks black. Do you dye your hair? I do not, although I have threatened to go dark a time or two. The regular maintenance of it has turned me off from going through with it though.
4) He also insisted his young girlfriend, Priscilla, dye her hair jet black. If your lover asked you to change your hair, would you? Hmmm, I don’t know, but probably not.
5) Elvis served his country at an Army base in Friedberg, Germany. Have you ever been to Germany? Yes, a couple of times.
6) Elvis famously had an affair with Ann-Margret during the filming of Viva Las Vegas. Have you ever indulged in a dalliance with a coworker? Not since becoming a teacher. Dalliances are few and far between in a work place primarily made up of women and gay men. But it’s a bad idea.
7) Thinking of his movies ... Elvis was, by and large, unhappy with his film career and once said, "The only thing worse than watching a bad movie is being in one." Are you happy with the way your career is going/has gone? Oh, sure. For the most part I am. There are times when I wish I had pursued another career path. I love teaching, but all the other stuff – politics, testing, management, lack of parent support, the BS – make it less enjoyable than it could be. Or like today when the principal had to physically remove a student from my room who had a meltdown and was screaming bloody murder. I don’t love those kind of days. After those kinds of days, the vacation time is what keeps me going.
8) Elvis lost "the battle of the bulge" toward end of his life. Are you happy with your weight? Sometimes I am and sometimes I’m not.
9) As a teenager, Elvis worked as an usher at a movie theater. What was your first job? I started working at Red Lobster when I was 15 as a hostess and then a server. My favorite job before my “career” was a bartender. Sometimes I think if I could pay the mortgage with it, I’d go back to bartending. That was a fun job.
Happy Saturday!
Caffeine is the devil’s drug, THE DEVIL’S Drug! I’m on day #2 of my ban on caffeine, and if this day doesn’t hurry up and get over with, I may die.
Whenever my life settles down, I feel the need to get a handle on the things that have been allowed to get a little bit out of control in the day to day chaos. In this case, my caffeine intake. Back in May of this year, I buckled down and substantially reduced my caffeine. Up until about August, I did well. When the new school year started, I kept it together until things got crazy. I found myself stopping at Starbucks in the middle of the day just to make it through the rest of the day. More recently, after starting the day with something caffeinated to make the pain of early mornings go away I didn’t stop. In doing so, water was being replaced with coffee or soda. I’d return home at the end of the day and realize I hadn’t had any water since I had left the house 12 hours earlier.
With a fairly low key week coming up, I decided (again) to pull it together and stop this madness. I’ve had so much water this weekend, I’m floating. My head feels like it’s going to explode, and I’m a little bit cranky. I’m hoping day 3 will be less difficult. Tomorrow there will be kids, so it had better be less difficult or there will be trouble.
Something about November made it seem like such a long month this year. I don’t usually say this as the months pass by, but I’m kind of glad that it’s over and December is here.
Here’s my November calendar for The Kathryn Wheel’s Calendar Challenge. I missed my daily doodles, so went back to that layout.
And some journal pages in my new journal.
Happy December! I hope the holidays are mellow and stress free.
