You know those dates that, for whatever reason, just seem to stick in your head, giving you pause for even just a second during the day? On June 6 each year, I always think about graduating from high school. On May 15, I always think about graduating from college. They’re like personal anniversaries. For the past four years, every February 7th, I have thought about my grandmother. Continue reading
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Addendum
In the event that you find yourself offended by my most recent post (to which I gave very little thought before writing), my intent is not to say that other professions don’t work as hard or harder than teachers. It’s not to say that a lot of people don’t put a lot of time and effort into the behind-the-scenes action involved in public education, and much of that is very good. It’s come a long way. I think that perhaps the problem is that it’s just so easy to be jaded in the teaching profession, and maybe that’s what came out in my post. It was sort of a knee-jerk reaction.
The long and the short of it is this: basically, education needs some kind of reform because it’s really not fair for a teacher to have so many other things to do and then have to worry about losing his or her job if the students don’t hold up their end of it. Because in an ideal world, the kids would be ready to learn and they would love school and they would cooperate with the teacher and they would care about their futures. The teachers would always be able to motivate them.
But in reality… that doesn’t always happen.
Leaving NCLB Behind
On my best days as a teacher, I’d be at work at 7:15 a.m., spending the next eight hours trying to find a volume level for my voice that didn’t make it hurt by the end of the day – a skill that took me nearly two months to perfect at the beginning of my career. I would deal with common problems like classes who couldn’t keep quiet to save their lives and students who made it a habit of never doing homework. During my “break” I was working on lesson plans and creating homework, tests, worksheets, and the like. I was updating my website and making sure that the homework was available to students on the web so that they could have no excuse for not having it. Left your homework at school? No problem. Just print one off! Once the kids were gone, I’d change my boards and grade some papers, answer some emails or make a phone calls to parents. I would have to make sure my grades were in the computer. I wouldn’t have finished everything anyway, and so eventually I would pack things up and go home and continue to work well into the evening on whatever remained.
On my more common days, I would do all of that and more. My students felt comfortable talking to me as a trusted adult. Most days after school, and often during my planning periods, I would find myself with students in my room who wanted to talk or who wanted advice. I’ve listened as students coped with death, depression, heartache, teen angst, and school problems. If those students weren’t in my room after school, then I was advising (which is code for “doing everything”) a community service club that I was encouraged to start up during my first year. When all that was over, I would have to go one of two places: either to my second job (because teaching doesn’t pay nearly enough for all the work that goes into it) or to a night class for grad school. Most people aren’t crazy enough to work two jobs and do grad school at the same time, but as it turns out…I am. Continue reading
The Constant
I am The Constant. I am the friend who is always there; the one you can always find. With my more distant friends, I check in periodically to say hello. I ask questions. With my closer friends, I’m checking in frequently. I like to send emails, IMs, Facebook messages to let you know that I’m thinking of you. When something is wrong in your life, I will be right there ready to help in any possible way. I will lend an ear and support you, and I will check back in to see how you’re doing. I am that friend who, even if we haven’t spoken in a few years, I will still help you if you need me. Regardless of how close we are, if you have questions, I will answer them. I frequently brag about how awesome my friends are and how proud I am of them. It doesn’t matter if I’m proud of them for getting a really great job, for doing an awesome job in school, for being good at something, for achieving something, or for being generally successful. Sometimes I’m proud of my friends just for being who they are: good people. I will tell other people how proud I am when someone close to me accomplishes something. I make sure other people know when someone could use a friend. I will find some way to communicate to my friends that I care. My name is Renee, and I am your champion.
A friend recently told me something that got me thinking. That something was that I’m too available. People always know where to find me: IM, Facebook, Twitter, Gmail, cell phone. But the thing is that almost no one does. Because I’m always there, I guess it’s just taken for granted that I will always just … be there. I know that I’m a very sensitive person (and frequently to a fault), but I end up feeling under-appreciated and after so many of my texts or emails or Facebook messages are ignored, I start to feel like I care too much just for being a considerate person. Continue reading
Body Image and the Heidi Montag Mentality
Body image has been grinding the gears of my brain for the past few days now, and recent Hollywood happenings have me thinking about my own struggle. Maybe I hadn’t been paying incredibly close attention, but it seemed as though fame-whores Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt weren’t being quite as obnoxious with their Twitter accounts, used primarily to promote Heidi’s 650-times-downloaded album, themselves, and God. Then suddenly an altered Heidi-face was showing up all over the place and magazines and television “insider” shows were talking about her 10 plastic surgery procedures in one day. Her face barely moves. I saw a clip of a television interview where Heidi said that “real beauty comes from within.” She says it again in a video embedded in this article.
My point here isn’t to really discuss Heidi Montag, per se. I’ve been stewing over this and similar issues for the past few days. What kind of messed up message is this sending out to little girls (and all women, for that matter)? Here they have someone saying that real beauty comes from within, which would imply that it doesn’t matter what someone looks like. Sure, it’s best that you practice good hygiene and take care of yourself, but what makes someone beautiful is what’s on the inside. (Just ask Dove. Their Campaign for Real Beauty renews my faith in corporate America.) Then, the same person promoting this message has multiple plastic surgeries to make herself be the “best” she can be and to make herself feel better about how she looks. I can’t understand this because if you look back at older pictures of Heidi, she’s not bad-looking.
The entire time I was growing up, I always felt like the ugly duckling. For a while, I was a lot taller than the other girls in my grade, and then I was a lot shorter than them. Most importantly, I was the fat kid. I learned to hate the way I looked as early as first grade, which is when kids started calling me fat to my face (and behind my back). As a result, I was never very social or outgoing, and when boys started noticing girls, they weren’t noticing me (unless they wanted to make friends with me in order to get to one of my friends). I started to have a really hard time trusting people because I never knew who was just making fun of me and pretending to be nice. For a while, I really tried to wear the same clothes that the other girls were wearing, but eventually I just gave up and tried to hide behind really big clothes. It never mattered how smart I was (I was – and am – smart), what kind of diet I was on, what sports I played (softball was my sport of choice for 11 years, though I tried my hand at basketball in 5th grade and threw for the track team in 8th grade), what activities I was involved in (numerous – they got me a $25,000 scholarship in college) or what I was trying to do, all that mattered to those kids was that I was fat, so I wasn’t pretty, and I could never be one of them. Continue reading
Agriculture. Yeah.
A few weeks ago while looking for something else, I found a box full of really old photo albums in the tiny storage area behind my parents’ bed. Being one who loves to look at old pictures, I took the box downstairs and began going through it. In one of the albums, there were a lot of pictures of farm animals and the like, and my parents were quick to point out that those pictures were from the last time they went to the Pennsylvania State Farm Show – back in 1977. Having grown up on a farm, my mom always enjoys this kind of stuff, so she decided she wanted to go this year to…. relive the good old days? I have no idea. Continue reading
Seems About Right…
So Sarah Palin is joining Fox News. The down side is that she’ll have this platform to make ridiculous statements. The up side is that I don’t think she can run for president this way, so maybe that means she won’t. This is obviously my opinion only, and I’m not going to tell you that I have loved everything Obama has done because I certainly haven’t. I’m not quite sure where my current political loyalties lie because I’m so sick of all of it, but I’m certain that I’m not a Republican. Even if I were, I think I’d still have a problem with Sarah Palin. I tried to stay unbiased about her at first, but the whole “abuse of power” thing really made me think that she’s completely fake (along with many, many other politicians, I’m aware). I have a hard time taking people seriously when they tell me how they worship her because she’s “just like them.” That’s a tactic. She’s not just like you at all. I have a hard time taking her seriously because I think she’s stupid in a dangerous way and I’m concerned that a lot of people would be stupid enough to vote for her for reasons similar to those they gave when voting for George W. Bush. I feel like it’s an elementary school election where everyone says stuff like “She has pretty hair, so I voted for her” or “She likes hockey and I like hockey, so I voted for her.” That’s really irresponsible voting. Obviously this is, again, my opinion. I have no interest in arguing politics whatsoever, and I’m not going to. I just thought I’d put that out there because I thought it was interesting.
Blogging for the New Year
I’ve had any number of blogs in the past. I’ve had several eBlogs. Those never took. I used the blog feature on MySpace to review books or, on my “school MySpace,” to tell my students about homework assignments. The problem there was that MySpace drove me crazy. It’s so 2006, anyway. So last decade. I’ve had WordPress blogs before, but they too went the way of the caribou. Too personal, too whiney, perhaps. This was most evident in my most faithful blog: LiveJournal. I created that account shortly before leaving for college in 2001 and then rediscovered it my sophomore year. I’m glad that I did because I can go back now and read about a lot of fun memories from college that I’d forgotten about. This also affords me the opportunity to excessively roll my eyes at myself, but what are you gonna do? I quit the old el-jay cold turkey on my 25th birthday. It was the end of an era. I was, after all, a quarter of a century old (or young) by that point.
Since then, no other blogging venture has really stuck for me. By and large, the reason for this is because it’s so easy to vent frustrations, to whine and complain online, and instead of doing anything productive with those blogs, I was merely chronicling a depressing existence with banal details. There was no thought behind my previous blogs. I wasn’t creating or analyzing. I wasn’t thinking. I was documenting. That’s okay for some, but I wanted something more. Thus, Frankasaurus. This is my attempt to start over. I need to get back into writing. Unemployment has made me feel like I’m rotting away from the inside out, and I need to do something to keep my brain from atrophying. Super Mario Bros. on the Wii just isn’t cutting it (it’s surprising how easily that controller slips back into my hand and I remember all the warp zones and extra lives just like fifteen years haven’t even gone by…).
I have no intentions of making this into a “This is what I did today…” kind of blog. I have every intention of using this as an outlet for some of my thoughts and opinions, and possibly for some reviews. I welcome discussion, but I won’t discuss with anyone who is irate and screaming at me. If, by chance, I happen to do something really cool in my personal life (like the time I wrote a book in November), it might get a mention, but it is my hope that those will be details mentioned in passing. If you know me, you know my sense of humor, and I sincerely hope that translates here. I guess we shall see.
Frankasaurus. 