Well, here we are on the last day of April and guess who is trying to think of something to blog about before tomorrow hits? Me!
I can't believe that I will be done with my first year of teaching in 4 weeks! This year has flown by and I will be so sad to see my students leave. I'm trying not to think about that part. They keep asking me if I'll cry... (I refuse to answer)
I'll even miss the select few who know how to enhance the biggest headaches. I love all of my students in different ways! I was talking with my class yesterday about how much I have learned from them. They were surprised that they have taught me. When asked what I have learned my response was, "patience and kindness." I should have thought of a different way to say patience because their immediate reply was, "you have had to learn to deal with how annoying we are." I told them that wasn't the case at all.
I have become a better person because of my students. They have changed me. I have learned how to deal with situations I never thought I would encounter. I have also seen so much kindness. My students treat me like I'm a queen. I can't count how many thoughtful notes/poems/pictures I have found on my desk when I need them the most.
Kids are so honest. Sometimes more honest than I would like. I was asked earlier this year, "Mrs. Ditto, what happened right there to your face?" It's called acne. "Mrs. Ditto, I can tell you're really sick because your entire nose is bright red." Thanks for that. I thought my voice gave it away.
Something that has drastically changed about me this year is that I have learned Science! Science has always been my least favorite subject and I had to retake the science section of my teaching test. I recently got my results back from the test and I not only passed, but now Science is my highest score! Who knew this was even a possibility for me? This happened because I really had to dive in and learn the content I was teaching this year because I didn't know it. (But to be honest, who knows over 20 rock types and all the cloud names off the top of their heads?)
I'm so happy that I'll be at the same school next year because these students will still get to be a part of my life. If I were to go back to school again I would definitely choose the exact same major, despite how hard it can be. I can't wait to no longer be considered a "first year teacher" and to be done with new teacher cohort. I still have plenty to learn, but I have a little experience under my belt.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
Who Knew?
Who knew I would be so sad to move? Who knew I would even be sad to be moving into my FIRST house? Today it really hit me for the first time.
We have lived in this apartment for over a year which is a long time for us. We have moved too many times (which has made this loan process even more complicated). We love our friends. We love our ward. We love our callings. We love our landlords. We love our commutes. So why are we moving?
I am thrilled to have more space. We have never had more than a 1 bedroom apartment, so it will definitely take some getting used to. I can't even begin to describe my feelings about having a 2 car garage.
Something we are both really looking forward to is not being asked immediately, "so how long do you plan on being in the ward?" We have been asked this question far too much. We bought a house, so we will be there indefinitely! Wohoooo. Maybe I can finally get rid of the spare moving boxes we keep on hand.
Maybe it hit me so hard today because someone else is moving into our current place and we had to work out the date/details. We don't want to be replaced. Or maybe I should have waited even longer to start packing? I have been far too excited to move and have been holding myself back. I hate living in messes. This morning I woke up to an empty bookshelf and no pictures on the walls.
If you ever want to be talked out of buying a house, I strongly recommend trying to get a loan. This process has been a nightmare. Every time I check my phone these days I have a new message involving the loan and some unknown document I'm missing.
Let me give you my two cents: NEVER GET RID OF ANYTHING! I wish I had kept more. Who knew my organization and neatness would come back to haunt me? I have been tracking down all types of information from former employers. Trying to come up with the 6 addresses we have lived at over the past 3 years was also a fun chore. It will all be worth it though, right?
Don't even get me started on leaving some of our closest friends. We keep telling them that we are worth the drive and still want to see them frequently, but we know it won't be the same. Who in the ward will we be able to gossip about now?
We feel good about the house and have driven by it far too many times to admit. Last time the current owner was outside and recognized me, so that will slow our drive-bys down for a bit. I'll be the first to admit that our first house isn't perfect, but it is far better than we ever could have imagined. Check it out for yourself:
Time to get back to reality now and my reality includes: packing, ordering a refrigerator, calling a plumber, and deep cleaning to get our deposit back.
We have lived in this apartment for over a year which is a long time for us. We have moved too many times (which has made this loan process even more complicated). We love our friends. We love our ward. We love our callings. We love our landlords. We love our commutes. So why are we moving?
I am thrilled to have more space. We have never had more than a 1 bedroom apartment, so it will definitely take some getting used to. I can't even begin to describe my feelings about having a 2 car garage.
Something we are both really looking forward to is not being asked immediately, "so how long do you plan on being in the ward?" We have been asked this question far too much. We bought a house, so we will be there indefinitely! Wohoooo. Maybe I can finally get rid of the spare moving boxes we keep on hand.
Maybe it hit me so hard today because someone else is moving into our current place and we had to work out the date/details. We don't want to be replaced. Or maybe I should have waited even longer to start packing? I have been far too excited to move and have been holding myself back. I hate living in messes. This morning I woke up to an empty bookshelf and no pictures on the walls.
If you ever want to be talked out of buying a house, I strongly recommend trying to get a loan. This process has been a nightmare. Every time I check my phone these days I have a new message involving the loan and some unknown document I'm missing.
Let me give you my two cents: NEVER GET RID OF ANYTHING! I wish I had kept more. Who knew my organization and neatness would come back to haunt me? I have been tracking down all types of information from former employers. Trying to come up with the 6 addresses we have lived at over the past 3 years was also a fun chore. It will all be worth it though, right?
Don't even get me started on leaving some of our closest friends. We keep telling them that we are worth the drive and still want to see them frequently, but we know it won't be the same. Who in the ward will we be able to gossip about now?
We feel good about the house and have driven by it far too many times to admit. Last time the current owner was outside and recognized me, so that will slow our drive-bys down for a bit. I'll be the first to admit that our first house isn't perfect, but it is far better than we ever could have imagined. Check it out for yourself:
Time to get back to reality now and my reality includes: packing, ordering a refrigerator, calling a plumber, and deep cleaning to get our deposit back.
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