Tuesday, January 24, 2012

What season is it?

Note: This post was supposed to go up on 1/19 however I didn't get the scheduler thingy right. Sorry about that.

My husband is an avid hunter. He prefers water fowl hunting over any other type but also enjoys pheasant,  quail, dove, deer, rabbit and squirrel hunting as well. I am also a hunter I prefer being warm when I hunt so I don't get to do a lot of it.

I prefer to hunt for good deals and sales, for cheap books for my Kindle, for cute clothes for the baby and for entire rooms on Pinterest I will never be able to afford.

But my favorite season is FCCLA STAR Events season. It's is a true testament of a student's character, if they have started well before the deadlines, if they have their act together. It is how I determine what goes into their scholarship letters and the speeches at the end of the year and the determining factor if I have to break a tie for officer elections.

This is my season of running around crazy and worksheets in all my classes, of crock pot suppers for the husband and cold leftovers for me. My season of sweeping my own classroom because I feel bad for the custodians having to clean up such a huge mess.

This is the time when I hope and pray that they do their best and are happy with the results because they may not be my biological children but I spend more hours a day with them than their parents - they learn to plan for their future and realize their dreams in my classroom. They learn about being a family and how to communicate, we cook, we clean, we get into arguments, we apologize. We are our own special type of family that only spends a few years together, a few years that are special in their own way. A season if you may.

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Welcome to my world. Nothing too exciting going on here....I am a teacher and enjoy telling my friends about the interesting things that happen in my daily life. I find the most pleasure in the simple things that occur daily. Like the brilliant sunsets as I drive home from work or the way Maggie whimpers and paws when she dreams in the kitchen or the way Cody starts my car when he leaves for work just because he knows I don't like to be cold.