Romance Foiled by Dog

Wedding Deck

Yesterday, summer solstice, was our second wedding anniversary, and I had one of the best days this summer yet. No, it has nothing to do with nooky, so get your mind out of the gutter. Dave and I spent the day walking together: downtown, around Long Lake, and had a picnic sitting on a log by the side of the lake. I’d like to be able to say it was romantic and all, except that Smidgen kept running into the lake for a swim, then come out and shake herself near us only to run back in. I was soaked and ended up smelling like a wet dog. What a mutt! I think I’ll leave her home next time.

Above is a picture of the friend’s deck where the ceremony took place. The view was spectacular, and the sun came out long enough to accommodate us. Oh, and notice the two bouquets my husband bought for me. Yes, he took care of the flowers. What a keeper!

Reflections

Well, it’s just about done. Primary students finished last Friday, while secondary students are writing final exams. This year-end winding down offers time to reflect on this past year.

As most of you know, this was my first year of teaching. It had its many challenges, but right there along with these were many successes.

It took a while four months for me to finally feel like I was getting somewhere with one of my primary classes. Some of them hated, hated, hated English. They would have nothing to do with it. Every time I spent time trying to plan a new, fun activity, all I got were sighs and eyes rolling.

Around the half-way point in the year, something just clicked. I haven’t put my finger on it yet, but suddenly they seemed more willing to try new things and get to work. I couldn’t give them enough work; they literally begged for more. They ended the year with a read-aloud of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which they ate up, and I ended the year with a feeling of having succeeded, if nothing else, at getting this keen group of kids motivated in English class.

One of my secondary classes spent a very busy year socializing, getting involved in sports, and socializing some more. Of course, this is what life’s all about at fourteen. When overdue assignments weren’t coming in, I felt like a witch having to put my foot down and threaten to dock some marks. It’s all part of my learning curve too, I’m well aware. Trying to get them to write even a little was like pulling teeth.

At the very end of the year, however, they completely blew me away. They wrote beautiful narratives and essays linked to a class trip, and their stories brought tears to my eyes. The tears had nothing to do with the writing itself, but with the realization of how much they learned about real life on this trip.

I was told by an experienced teacher:

A seasoned teacher gave me advice in my first year of teaching.  She said that in your first year you tend to concentrate on  yourself.  That’s ok.  Do what you need to do to survive.
The second year you concentrate on curriculum. That’s ok.  Do what you need to do to learn where you’re expected to take your students.
By the third year you can then concentrate on the students.  Your students become more real to you; then you can invest in their lives and try to meet needs.

Here’s to surviving my first year!

Graduation Mishaps

While attending this year’s Yukon College Convocation ceremony, I was reminded of a little mishap when I attended my own ceremony last year. My mother-in-law, who sent me this clipping, also has a good sense of humour. Unfortunately it took me a year to post it:

hooding

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