I have a HUGE apartment shared with AMAZINGLY WONDERFUL roommates :)
I've decided that I don't have to have perfect knowledge of my content area to be a phenomenal teacher as long as I love and care for my students with everything I have in me.
I'm currently enrolled in a "social dance" class (mostly ballroom) that should prove to be my great stress reliever during the week.
We're on a roll already this year with Alpha Omega, and I can't wait to see what God does!
In approximately 10 minutes, I will be heading out the door and making my way to Northwestern High School where I'll introduce myself to a teacher who I dearly hope will be a positive mentor for me for the rest of the semester.
Lots of big stuff (and little stuff), but God's in all of it :)
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Summer Discoveries
1) I don't think I'll ever regret that I chose to forgo the rockstar lifestyle (because, you know...I've had that opportunity so many times ;-) ). My very short time on the road this summer was enough to make me grateful that my future career will not involve quite so much traveling. I love to travel, but it's far too exhausting to do continuously...especially with 2 babies.
2) The next time I buy a car, it will be from a dealer with a warranty. The mysterious stalling problem still cannot be fixed, and we don't see the light within the next 2 days, I might just be walking to SC.
3) A food diary does no good unless you use it. Do I really need to expand on this one?
4) I'm now at the age where people can make the legitimate mistake of thinking I'm the mother of the children I watch...SCARY! I guess it doesn't help that Lucas's favorite word is "mommy" (even if he's addressing his dump truck), so I get a lot of "Mommy!"s thrown my way.
5) Blogging is lovely, but a theme of some sort would make it much easier an consistent.
6) I have decided that middle school might be a better fit for me (see post: life update).
7) If I were ever to write a novel, I believe the chosen genre would be young adult fiction because here's the thing...
8) I have learned that I rarely write to tell a story; I write to convey emotion...and what is the basis of adolescent lit. if not emotion?!
9) I don't really understand the point of twitter, although I've been so desperate for alternate forms of communication (3 months in Indiana can do that to a person...) that I've created an account (you can follow me @jfoxw04)!
10) The relationship that I fought so hard to save wasn't really worth saving. Even though I'm still adjusting, I can see that I will be much better off in the long run.
11) I'm not ready to be a teacher. In fact, I'm not sure this will be the dream job I've been waiting for.
12) Sometimes it's best to love people from a distance...
13) But not Jesus...on that note, I am the laziest person I know (see post: wasted time).
14) I'm turning 21 in 1 day, and I still do not feel like a "grown-up." Will I ever?!
15) Jesus still loves me dearly and pursues me even though I've pretty much ignored our relationship for the entire summer. I won't make any excuses for myself...because there are absolutely no legitimate ones.
16) I seem to have developed an immunity to coffee or maybe even caffeine in general, so on that note, I'm going to go to sleep...only a few short hours before I'll be helping Heather unpack her classroom in the morning and then chasing babies for the rest of the day!
2) The next time I buy a car, it will be from a dealer with a warranty. The mysterious stalling problem still cannot be fixed, and we don't see the light within the next 2 days, I might just be walking to SC.
3) A food diary does no good unless you use it. Do I really need to expand on this one?
4) I'm now at the age where people can make the legitimate mistake of thinking I'm the mother of the children I watch...SCARY! I guess it doesn't help that Lucas's favorite word is "mommy" (even if he's addressing his dump truck), so I get a lot of "Mommy!"s thrown my way.
5) Blogging is lovely, but a theme of some sort would make it much easier an consistent.
6) I have decided that middle school might be a better fit for me (see post: life update).
7) If I were ever to write a novel, I believe the chosen genre would be young adult fiction because here's the thing...
8) I have learned that I rarely write to tell a story; I write to convey emotion...and what is the basis of adolescent lit. if not emotion?!
9) I don't really understand the point of twitter, although I've been so desperate for alternate forms of communication (3 months in Indiana can do that to a person...) that I've created an account (you can follow me @jfoxw04)!
10) The relationship that I fought so hard to save wasn't really worth saving. Even though I'm still adjusting, I can see that I will be much better off in the long run.
11) I'm not ready to be a teacher. In fact, I'm not sure this will be the dream job I've been waiting for.
12) Sometimes it's best to love people from a distance...
13) But not Jesus...on that note, I am the laziest person I know (see post: wasted time).
14) I'm turning 21 in 1 day, and I still do not feel like a "grown-up." Will I ever?!
15) Jesus still loves me dearly and pursues me even though I've pretty much ignored our relationship for the entire summer. I won't make any excuses for myself...because there are absolutely no legitimate ones.
16) I seem to have developed an immunity to coffee or maybe even caffeine in general, so on that note, I'm going to go to sleep...only a few short hours before I'll be helping Heather unpack her classroom in the morning and then chasing babies for the rest of the day!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Rocking Chairs
When I was little (back in my Wisconsin days), we had a recliner/rocking chair....a tattered old thing with a revolting pattern of hollowed out circles sporting different shades of mucky brown splashed across a wide strip of the seat and the back. Despite its distasteful appearance (nothing in our house was exactly tasteful, per se), my mom and I always always seemed to gravitate towards that chair in the evenings. I'm not sure whether she intended for me to plant myself on top of her every time she sat down, but that's what I did...almost every night, it seems. We would rock back and forth until both of us were out cold. Most nights, we didn't even bother to get up and go to bed...we would stay piled up in that chair until morning.
Today, several years later, I have discovered that a lot of the time, sitting in a rocking chair is the only thing that can calm me down when I'm having an ultra-stressed meltdown. Throughout the school year, I would find myself making my way to the porch of Joins so I could claim one of the many rocking chairs that sits outside and faces the rest of campus. The longer I sit, the more relaxed I become, and I swear I can feel stress and worry just leaking out of me as long as I'm still rocking.
This memory of the broken down recliner was the first thing that passed through my head during my still half-asleep state this morning. Sounds silly, but maybe it was a way of reminding myself what I need to do to calm myself down during the coming months of stress. Despite my best intentions, taking a deep breath, counting to ten, or even praying for peace, doesn't always do the trick. Sometimes I simply need a physical manifestation of the calm. So I'm thinking...maybe I should invest when I get to the last of my furniture shopping for the new apartment. :)
Today, several years later, I have discovered that a lot of the time, sitting in a rocking chair is the only thing that can calm me down when I'm having an ultra-stressed meltdown. Throughout the school year, I would find myself making my way to the porch of Joins so I could claim one of the many rocking chairs that sits outside and faces the rest of campus. The longer I sit, the more relaxed I become, and I swear I can feel stress and worry just leaking out of me as long as I'm still rocking.
This memory of the broken down recliner was the first thing that passed through my head during my still half-asleep state this morning. Sounds silly, but maybe it was a way of reminding myself what I need to do to calm myself down during the coming months of stress. Despite my best intentions, taking a deep breath, counting to ten, or even praying for peace, doesn't always do the trick. Sometimes I simply need a physical manifestation of the calm. So I'm thinking...maybe I should invest when I get to the last of my furniture shopping for the new apartment. :)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Wasted Time
I have become far too attached to my amazon wish list these days. I've just recently started actively using this list to keep track of the books I'm planning to read, but my obsession with "catching up" on what's out there in children's and young adult fiction has now morphed into a strange need to build up lists of potential shoe purchases as well as furniture, appliances, clothing, and other accessories. I can spend hours at a time browsing store websites and adding all manner of things to my wish list that I truly have no need (and possibly no real desire) for, but I get an odd thrill out pushing the "add to list" button that's now bookmarked on my toolbar. There you have it ladies and gentleman...the remainder of my summer summed up in only 2 words: virtual shopping.
Then there are nights not unlike this one, where I ask myself, "Why?". Why, with so much free time on my hands, do I insist on squandering it all away on meaningless activities that are not even close to productive or enriching. Seriously, I spend more time creating book lists than I do actually reading the books that I buy. And then there's all of that writing I wanted to do...the pages of notes I've taken over the past few weeks with real ideas and inspiration that I've been waiting a long time for. One would think that I may be motivated to write more, especially when I have a virtually non-existent social life at the moment. But the piles of unread books on the shelf and the unwritten letters and stories are not even close to significant compared to the other things I've been neglecting.
I won't lie and say that I haven't been a bit lonely here and there throughout the summer. It's hard to be away from the people I have come to be so close to over the years, despite the fact that I am surrounded with a whole heap of others who have done their best to make me feel at home for the time I'm here. The fact that they are all at least a decade older than me is irrelevant. What matters is that I've ignored, time and time again, a golden opportunity to draw even closer to the Father. On the nights I've been "shopping" from my bedroom out of boredom or reading books I don't really care about...the nights when I may have felt more than a little depressed to be so far away from the friends who have come to mean so much to me recently, I could have been opening myself up, allowing God to continue working on my heart, comforting me as only He can. And yet, I've sat so still, not even daring to make the move that I know is so necessary, so essential for my spiritual health. From the beginning of the summer, I have struggled with this sense of apathy, and here I am at the end...still in the same place. Wasted time, indeed.
Of course I'm not saying that this summer hasn't been special, valuable, or unforgettable. But what matters most in my relationship with Him, the One I promised to love, to praise, to glorify with every fiber of my being, and I've ignored that promise, choosing instead to let my faith lie dormant, never manifesting itself in action. Father forgive me, and instill in me a sense of urgency, a desperate need to grow closer, to know You as I never have before.
Then there are nights not unlike this one, where I ask myself, "Why?". Why, with so much free time on my hands, do I insist on squandering it all away on meaningless activities that are not even close to productive or enriching. Seriously, I spend more time creating book lists than I do actually reading the books that I buy. And then there's all of that writing I wanted to do...the pages of notes I've taken over the past few weeks with real ideas and inspiration that I've been waiting a long time for. One would think that I may be motivated to write more, especially when I have a virtually non-existent social life at the moment. But the piles of unread books on the shelf and the unwritten letters and stories are not even close to significant compared to the other things I've been neglecting.
I won't lie and say that I haven't been a bit lonely here and there throughout the summer. It's hard to be away from the people I have come to be so close to over the years, despite the fact that I am surrounded with a whole heap of others who have done their best to make me feel at home for the time I'm here. The fact that they are all at least a decade older than me is irrelevant. What matters is that I've ignored, time and time again, a golden opportunity to draw even closer to the Father. On the nights I've been "shopping" from my bedroom out of boredom or reading books I don't really care about...the nights when I may have felt more than a little depressed to be so far away from the friends who have come to mean so much to me recently, I could have been opening myself up, allowing God to continue working on my heart, comforting me as only He can. And yet, I've sat so still, not even daring to make the move that I know is so necessary, so essential for my spiritual health. From the beginning of the summer, I have struggled with this sense of apathy, and here I am at the end...still in the same place. Wasted time, indeed.
Of course I'm not saying that this summer hasn't been special, valuable, or unforgettable. But what matters most in my relationship with Him, the One I promised to love, to praise, to glorify with every fiber of my being, and I've ignored that promise, choosing instead to let my faith lie dormant, never manifesting itself in action. Father forgive me, and instill in me a sense of urgency, a desperate need to grow closer, to know You as I never have before.
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