Tears

I don't know why I keep finding tears joyful. Seriously, tears usually are brought about by sadness or pain. Lately, I keep finding them refreshing, natural, and inspiring. Last night, I went to see the movie My Sister's Keeper. I honestly wasn't expecting a lot. I mean seriously, I thought I knew the story. I even told my friend Bridget, "Don't judge me if I don't cry. I never cry when I am supposed to." Lo and behold, I spent the entire movie crying. The bond between the sisters was just so touching. It reminded me of my sister, Laura-or Louda, to me. I miss her so much, and she just moved to Montana. It was quiet a coincidence that in the movie, Kate, the sister that passed away, told her family that Montana was the place where they could always find her. That got me...the tears and sadness were so refreshing though afterwards. It really made me realize that I am so blessed. Seriously, why am I so lucky??

sick

How can I be sick during the summer? All school year, through the cold, the snow, the sniffles, and the snot that surrounds me, I remain healthy. Then, summer comes, and BAM, I get the flu. Bah. I wish I could shake it. After saltines and toast, I snuck some real food today. Let's hope it doesn't rock the boat too much.

Tears of Joy

I feel like crying!!! Crying huge elephant tears of joy! A student in my class is currently laughing so hard that tears are rolling down his face. The reason I am so happy? He is reading a BOOK! Amen! All kids need is TIME to read and discover the joy of reading.

Summer

I truly felt like our house became a home this weekend. After lounging around all day Saturday watching Lost, we left for Soph's house and the cabin. It felt so nice to get away, but when we returned I felt this sense of peace and home. We have lived here almost a year this week-and it truly feels like our house now. It helped that we planted our garden yesterday afternoon. Tomatoes, broccoli, beans, peas, sunflowers, pansies! It felt so good to dig in the dirt.

poetry

I have decided that I love poetry. Not fancy-smancy poetry-just simple poems. As I told my students, we are all poets. All we have to do is express emotions through words-it is really art. It's a lovely thought.

Spring
lilac wind
melted cream
sunny mornings
rainy eves
light and joy
Spring

Macbeth

This a place of JOY, but I need to share a sadness I felt today. It is not an overwhelming sadness, just a little frown really, because of my students. I love them dearly, but they can be so gosh darn mean to one another. I try so hard to teach respect, and they seem to just roll their eyes. I am trying to teach my class Macbeth, and they simply couldn't handle it. I overestimated the fact that they are 14. Most of them still call each other names-so they just went to pieces while watching the play. It just really bummed me out. Usually, the kids impress me or at least there is a bright spot, but today there were no bright spots. I guess I should have realized that Macbeth is too much for them!

Weekend

This weekend absolutely joyful. I haven't had such a time of peace and fun for a long time! Sam was in a faculty play so I saw that THREE times. I just couldn't get enough. Every time I saw him on stage my heart would beat a little faster. I was so proud of him (and man, was he handsome on stage!) His female students in the audience definitely agreed with me. Gosh, the giggles and cheers that erupted from them was absolutely hilarious. The first time he appeared, whispers could be heard saying, "Pearson! It's Pearson!" I couldn't stop beaming.

We also had Indian food on Friday with Sam's family and then my mom made homemade hot fudge for ice cream. It is heaven in your mouth!

Annabelle's Fudge
Boil 1 stick butter, 1/2 cup sugar, and 6 tablespoons milk. Once it boils, remove from heat and stir in 2/3 cup of chocolate chip. Stir until smooth. Die and go to heaven.