I've tried so hard to NOT blog about student teaching. Really, I have. But as a result of not blogging about student teaching, I've just had nothing to blog about. So now I'm just accepting the fact that the only thing exciting/blog-worthy in my life right now is student teaching. Unless you count finding Crispy M&M's (finally!!!) and starting Friends on Netflix exciting/blog-worthy? I guess what I'm trying to say is.... you've been warned er.... sorry not sorry? Something along those lines.
Anyway, school. School was hard for me today. Not hard in the way that my lesson plan didn't go well, or that I'm behind on entering grades. No. What was hard was getting called into a meeting this morning and being told that a student was going on trial for sexually assaulting another student, and that if we heard any comments about it from other students we were to stop it immediately. All of us teachers were also asked to consider how we might treat the student on trial if their verdict was "not guilty" and if they came back to the school and were in our class. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about the whole situation. I never thought I'd have to hear, or even consider that happening at the school I would be teaching at. Now having to think and hear about that situation is hard for me.
Third period was also hard for me today. For an assignment I had my class keep record of what they ate for three days, then I had them log it into MyPlate's Super Tracker today. While I was walking around the classroom making sure everyone was on task, I noticed one student (we'll call him Bob) that was just sitting there not doing anything. Here's how the conversation went:
Me: "Bob, are you having problems with the website?"
Bob: "No, I'm done logging in my food."
Me: "You already logged all three days of food?"
Bob: "Yeah, well I only ate one day..."
My heart sank as soon as he said that. If it was any other student besides Bob, I would have just thought that they were being lazy and not tracking their food (like a lot of students did), but Bob is a good student. Right after he said that, everything started to click--he's extremely thin, doesn't have a lot of (if any) friends, wreaks of cigarette smoke (which I assume is from his parents), and is always early to class to talk to me. Was this his cry for help?! What do I even say?! I couldn't say anything--not with a huge lump in my throat and tears trying to make their way out of my eyes anyway. All I managed to spit out was, "Oh, okay... well that's fine, just enter in what you can."
Ugh. I'm still mad at myself for not saying something more caring. Why didn't I ask him to stay after class and talk to me? Why didn't I ask him why he hasn't eaten? Why didn't I just shove a granola bar in his face right then and there?!
I had been told in my teaching classes that I would run across student's like this, but I never really believed I would. This is Utah--Happy Valley! And kids don't go hungry or get neglected in Happy Valley! ... How did I think I would be immune to dealing with this sort of thing? Whoever said "Ignorance is bliss" was obviously not a teacher.
After successfully making it through my last class period without crying in front of my students, I walked out to my car and noticed a little envelope on my windshield. I opened it up to find this note:
If you're wondering whether I gave into that huge lump in my throat and broke down in my car crying, the answer is YES. So, so yes.
The cool thing about this was that this was meant for a student. How do I know that? Because I'm forced to park in the student parking lot + I get to school before everyone else in the morning, so no one knows that my car isn't a student's car. Whoever put this note on my car left it for another student. I'm glad they chose my car, though. Because yeah, school can be hard. It was hard today. And this note just reminded me that while there are sad/terrible things that can go on in a high school, there are also wonderful things, like my students that come tell me thank you after a lesson, or watching my students help special needs students, or even leaving little notes on another's windshield.
Yes, school can be hard, life can be hard! There will always be things that we may not have control over, but we can choose whether we want to focus on the good or the bad. We also can choose to add to the good by even the smallest acts of kindness. So cliche, I know, but it's true! I'm grateful for someone choosing to add to the good by placing this note on my windshield today, now it's my turn to do the same. I plan to do so by putting that $2 bill towards a box of granola bars for my classroom... what about you?
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Call me Chrayli // a kind of sappy post (gasp!)
I have been so stressed out these past couple of weeks. I won't bore you with all the nitty gritty details of student teaching, but if you've been through it, you probably have a good idea of how overwhelmed/inadequate I've been feeling. To add to my stress, I found out this morning that I am now being required to student teach in my minor (physical education). I've been on the verge of tears since I found out the news because um, hi! I feel like I can barely keep up with just teaching health. How am I going to add PE to the mix?
So after suppressing that lump in my throat all day, I came home to this note from Chris and just cried, but the good kind of cry!
It might not seem like that cutesy of a note, but it's just what I needed to hear from Chris! Chris is so optimistic, and I'm just....not. But when I read this note, I couldn't help but smile huge. I'm becoming more like Chris! Trying to stay happy and chipper even when I'm super stressed--what Chris does every single day.
Maybe Chris forgot about my mini-meltdown last week? Maybe he's just trying to butter me up for some back scratches for tonight? Or maybe, just maybe, I really am becoming more like my favorite human. For whatever reason, I'm just so happy he wrote this note for me to come home to today. It's inspiring me to stay positive and just keep chuggin' along.
. . . our couple name might need some work.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Hi I'm Shayli, and I'm a student teacher.
...and this is my classroom. It may not have windows or enough seats for everyone, but it does have a picture of atherosclerosis hanging on the wall!
I have to clarify to students that my class is NOT about teaching them how to have sex. I also have to clarify that asking the student spotlight of the day if they are a virgin is not appropriate.
I have to remind myself not to turn around and look for my mother-in-law every time someone says "Mrs. Gourley."
I stay up past midnight decorating/bedazzling my classroom "question box."
My mind has been taken over by my students. Every thing that comes out of my mouth begins with "I have a student that..." and poor Chris is the one who has to hear about them all.
I get giddy about Fridays because I get to turn in my grownup clothes for a Timpview Pride shirt and jeans! + document by channeling my inner 16 year-old self's duck face... it happens.
Quick story: A student's mother walked into my class on Friday and immediately said, "Oh my gosh, you look like Carmen Electra!" Wasn't quite sure how to respond to her comment. Thanks? Is Carmen Electra even around anymore? If so, my guess is that she's on one of those VH1 reality shows that has the word "celebrity" in the title. I guess it's better to look like Carmen Electra than being mistaken for a 16 year-old, though? (which also happened last week)
I notice that socks and sandals are cool now? And that a high school girl's greatest concern is being "basic."
I get to enjoy days off like Martin Luther King Jr. Day. And by enjoy, I mean that I get to enter in a bajillion grades and go shopping for classroom supplies.
Hi I'm Shayli, and I'm a student teacher.
...and I love it.
I get to school before the sun comes up + take quality pictures to document it (obviously).
I have to remind myself not to turn around and look for my mother-in-law every time someone says "Mrs. Gourley."
I stay up past midnight decorating/bedazzling my classroom "question box."
My mind has been taken over by my students. Every thing that comes out of my mouth begins with "I have a student that..." and poor Chris is the one who has to hear about them all.
I get giddy about Fridays because I get to turn in my grownup clothes for a Timpview Pride shirt and jeans! + document by channeling my inner 16 year-old self's duck face... it happens.
Quick story: A student's mother walked into my class on Friday and immediately said, "Oh my gosh, you look like Carmen Electra!" Wasn't quite sure how to respond to her comment. Thanks? Is Carmen Electra even around anymore? If so, my guess is that she's on one of those VH1 reality shows that has the word "celebrity" in the title. I guess it's better to look like Carmen Electra than being mistaken for a 16 year-old, though? (which also happened last week)
I notice that socks and sandals are cool now? And that a high school girl's greatest concern is being "basic."
I get to enjoy days off like Martin Luther King Jr. Day. And by enjoy, I mean that I get to enter in a bajillion grades and go shopping for classroom supplies.
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Hi I'm Shayli, and I'm a student teacher.
...and I love it.
Monday, January 12, 2015
The New Rule
As of Fall 2014, a new rule has been enforced in the Gourley home: No more than one meal of taco soup for (at least) every three weeks.
Seems like a funny rule, but there is a reason for it. You see, in 2013 I may or may not have gotten a little taco soup happy. Meaning, I had a new soup recipe every week that I was SO excited to try. Six-can taco soup! Chicken enchilada soup! Fiesta nacho cheese soup! Beefy nacho soup! Chicken-taco-fiesta-enchilada-soup! Basically, if you just throw a bunch of Mexican words into a sentence, it's probably the name of a soup I made that year. Chris was starting to sense a pattern. So was his lunchbox. So one day, bless his heart, he said so sweetly, "Hey babe, do you think...maybe...we could have soup that isn't taco soup?"
I tried so hard to explain that taco soup and chicken enchilada soup are NOT the same, but Chris pointed out that if it's made in the crockpot and served over chips, it's taco soup. No matter what the name is. Touche salesman, touche. So after that little heart to heart, the rule of no more than one meal of taco soup every three weeks was set in stone for the 2014 season of soup.
But can you blame me for wanting to make taco soup?! It's easy, quick, convenient, and low maintenance--the booty call of soups, if you will. And after attempting to get out of my taco soup comfort zone tonight, I am reminded of why I love making taco soup so much. No making a roux, chopping up veggies, or washing more than one pan! Which was exactly what I had to do for tonight's Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup . Never.again.
Luckily for me, my mom was able to refer me to this recipe, which is a creamy soup, but made the same way my beloved taco soup is! Just throw everything in the crockpot and forget about it. It's even Chris-approved! I've had to restrain myself from making it every day, though. Still going strong!
Anyone else have any soup recipes that may fall under the "booty call" category? If so, please share! I'm thinking I'm going to need a lot more now that I'm student teaching... goodbye folded laundry + clean house. I'll see you in April.
Seems like a funny rule, but there is a reason for it. You see, in 2013 I may or may not have gotten a little taco soup happy. Meaning, I had a new soup recipe every week that I was SO excited to try. Six-can taco soup! Chicken enchilada soup! Fiesta nacho cheese soup! Beefy nacho soup! Chicken-taco-fiesta-enchilada-soup! Basically, if you just throw a bunch of Mexican words into a sentence, it's probably the name of a soup I made that year. Chris was starting to sense a pattern. So was his lunchbox. So one day, bless his heart, he said so sweetly, "Hey babe, do you think...maybe...we could have soup that isn't taco soup?"
I tried so hard to explain that taco soup and chicken enchilada soup are NOT the same, but Chris pointed out that if it's made in the crockpot and served over chips, it's taco soup. No matter what the name is. Touche salesman, touche. So after that little heart to heart, the rule of no more than one meal of taco soup every three weeks was set in stone for the 2014 season of soup.
But can you blame me for wanting to make taco soup?! It's easy, quick, convenient, and low maintenance--the booty call of soups, if you will. And after attempting to get out of my taco soup comfort zone tonight, I am reminded of why I love making taco soup so much. No making a roux, chopping up veggies, or washing more than one pan! Which was exactly what I had to do for tonight's Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup . Never.again.
Luckily for me, my mom was able to refer me to this recipe, which is a creamy soup, but made the same way my beloved taco soup is! Just throw everything in the crockpot and forget about it. It's even Chris-approved! I've had to restrain myself from making it every day, though. Still going strong!
Anyone else have any soup recipes that may fall under the "booty call" category? If so, please share! I'm thinking I'm going to need a lot more now that I'm student teaching... goodbye folded laundry + clean house. I'll see you in April.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
big girl pants (literally)
Yesterday was a day of firsts for me:
Student teaching + buying pants that make me look like a box. I'm not sure which one was more terrifying...
JK. It was totally the pants.
A classroom full of hormonal teenagers? Easy! Buying pants that aren't $8 from Forever 21? Terrifying! Not to mention frumpy. But that's okay, because the more I make my body look like a box, the more professional I look!
Despite the frumpiness that is now my wardrobe for the next 14 weeks, I'm SO excited to begin student teaching! I've waited for this day for a long time, and now I can't believe it's already here! Last night I found myself waking up every other hour, and my mind would immediately go to lesson plans and seating charts. My heart would kind of freak out for a second, and then immediately flutter from excitement. We'll see what my heart's doing in a few weeks, though.
Anyway, here's to putting on the big girl pants! Literally and figuratively. Wish me luck! And I apologize in advance if my blog turns into a "this is what happened at school today..." blog, but not really. Because spending all day with hundreds of hormonal teenagers is bound to make for some good stories for the blog.
Love,
Mrs. Gourley
Monday, January 5, 2015
The Resolutions Post
Happy New Year!!!
And yes, I'm four days late saying that.
But today feels like the first official day of the New Year, because it's Monday, aka back to reality aka no more sweatpants.
I've decided to shoot low with my resolutions. Think: LESS.
Less phone, less Dr. Pepper, less negativity.
Wish me luck?
We enjoyed our holiday break way too much. We spent time with family, ate way too much food, went to bed way too late, and got way too comfortable in our sweatpants (fact: we went out to dinner in our sweatpants). Can you see why my resolutions revolve around the word 'less' ?
Bring it on 2015! Because as soon as I buy my grownup pants (my only fear of becoming a teacher), I'll be ready for you!