Thursday, September 16, 2010

School has begun

Last June, I sorted and packed.

Stacked books to be rebound.

The stacked notebooks had been graded and the grades recorded.
The clutter of the desk would soon be a memory.

Came back for a few brief hours--the custodians had done their job.  I  finished up, took photos, and went home to summer.

August and once again the custodians had visited.  The floor squeaked with wax. 
 The  boxes tipped
with the stacks of rebound books (from the window sill). 

After a few hours of work (newly moved hubby helped),
bulletin boards happily sigh.
Color has returned.
Words and humor spill from one surface.

School spirit erupts from this corner as clippings of games of football, soccer, and volleyball vie
for attention.

The essentials return to the desk, prim and proper,  and wait for the inevitable clutter.

I'm back at school.  It's been 8 days now. The halls resound with laughter and angst.

 Already we have had two students out with mono---one hospitalized.   Their back now, pale and shaky, but
determined to be well.

 Another young man returned with full-fledged rheumatoid arthritis. Just erupted one day this summer.  We teachers have commented that  we've not seen such an advanced case in such short a time.  He walks like he's a crippled 80 year old, but he's 17.  His hands are swollen and misshapen.   The pain in his eyes reach out to me---I know chronic pain, so we talk, and he smiles---even his eyes---for a brief moment.  He was absent today----70% precipitation---I wasn't surprised.

First fight of the year: two girls.  ISS (in-school suspension for 3 days).  Our principal believes in keeping them in school as much as possible---punishing them, but keeping them 'in their books'---not letting them languish at home with their cell phones and TVs.  We teachers are liking this guy.

An eccentric boy yearns for attention, but a warning bell goes off inside of me, and though I don't want to crush a spirit, I sense that my voice needs that warning chill, and I give it.  He's backing off.

Some advanced English juniors slunk out today.  Too many  of them didn't pay attention when I put MY notes on the overhead---MY outline--talked about what I deemed important.  They could copy word for word.  This was after they had taken their own notes, and  I had checked them and handed them back stressing that they would need to pay attention to mine. Those who did got As; those who didn't Fs, with a sprinkling of Ds, Cs, and Bs.  The quiz I had warned them about was given yesterday.  They could use their notes, but not their text books.
Wonder how many will pay attention to MY notes tomorrow?  They might want to know how to take effective notes in college---ya think?

Thus my year unfurls.  I have 2 desk calendars with scripture and prayer.  I spent a summer spending time in
the Word and listening to God.  I feel a difference.  I crawled out of here last year.  I walked tall as I entered
this year.  God whispered in a still small voice and I listened. 

I'm teaching for fun again.  Praise God!

And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your hear. Jeremiah 29:13

The Lord is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.  Lamentations 3: 25

imperfect prose on thursdays


  1. i'm that glad that God has honoured your prayers and given you back your joy of teaching. i am praying for the boy with arthritis. your photos were a neat change from nature. truly there is beauty in the classroom too! :)

  2. this feels like a real visit.

  3. I admire teachers so much these days... I taught high school for several years in the '60's and '70s... I think behavior has gotten so much worse now. Sounds like you really enjoy it and that is SO important. Kids today need great role models --and teachers who love them and will listen to them.. Thanks for teaching!

  4. i LOVE these lines:

    bulletin boards happily sigh.
    Color has returned.

    and there is such brokenness in this post, yet such healing and wholeness too...

    he has risen in you, and i see it, and they will too... hallelujah.

    thank you so much for linking, sister. you bless me.

  5. These first weeks of schools are learning experiences for everyone! Oh, I long for school in a building again! : )

  6. I love your photo essay. And my heart goes out to your student who is battling RA at such a young age. And I'm so glad that you are finding joy in your teaching! God is good.

  7. Oh, a teaching blog! This is a treat. And I respect your taking the time to write about the first few days of schools when you're in the middle of the craziness. I'm so thrilled you're so passionate about what you do, may that last, nay increase, through the year.

  8. Bet you are exactly what they need! [Our schools began a month earlier, Aug. 16.] What a blessing you will be to many. Would so love to meet/see you and encourage you personally instead of "bloggingly".


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