Friday, August 31, 2012

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

-Neil Gaiman

We had an in depth "introduce yourself (to people you're already good friends with)" in my class with my cohort this morning. One of my friends shared this quote with her's. And it gave me goosebumps. And I like it. What a year we have in store...

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Still Alive and Kickin'!

What has my life become???
I'm really not sure.
Gosh I have so much I want to say.
I'm having too many thoughts at once.
I'm sorry.
I spend the vast majority of my time with six year olds.
I don't know if that is an adequate excuse for being completely all over the place all the time, but I'm rolling with it.
All that to say, I am still very much alive and well (despite the looks of it based on this blog).
I l.o.v.e. what I do everyday. Love it. So much.
I love the first grade.
I love my kiddos.
I've mentioned this to a few of my friends, but it is SO awesome to know you are doing exactly what you were made to do every single day.
I was made to teach.
I feel so, so right and perfect to be doing it now. Finally.
But a lot of the times I am tired at night.
At least to tired to form words and sentence and put in the effort it takes to blog. Oops.
But I love it. Gosh, I love it.
Here's a little "picture walk" of my life in the first grade.
Seriously, y'all. I'm living my dream!

Meet Miss Crawford! Sometimes I still giggle when I answer to "Miss Crawford" 743 times a day.

Our itty bitty classroom. Obviously this is before it was completely set up. Now it's our cozy (still very tiny) home.

Here's a view from the door. Really I'm just trying to show exactly how small cozy it is!
This is our Word Wall. It needs to be updated too because there are now words we know under some letters! This week we learned "up" "down" "can"and "jump"!

Our door! The kids all have apples with their names on them on the other side.
And finally, some of their artwork. I feel like a proud mother. This is from when they drew pictures from our "short a" poem. Most of them decided to draw a "fat cat."

I'm about 97% sure that was of zero interest to anyone at all, but I've been so MIA recently, I had to give y'all an update. Oh, I just love it! (if that wasn't already obvious...)

This weekend I am off again! Headed to Louisville, KY. Actually somewhere in Indiana, but the goal is Louisville for........
I can't wait to be my most spirited self and cheer embarrassingly enthusiastically.
Really, I'm pumped!

Monday, August 6, 2012

Dear ______,

Dear Everyone, Thank you (for the 754th time) for everything. Thoughts, prayers, words, visits, food, candy, flowers, cards, stuffed animals, balloons, texts, calls, Facebook posts, e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Y'all are the best ever. Beyond thankful to have friends like y'all in my life.
Dear Addie, So proud of you. You are so strong, beautiful, loving, and perfect. I adore you.
Dear New Planner, Few thing bring me delight like you do. My need for organization is satisfied in you. Thank you for this.
Dear Last Day of Summer, Rainy and cloudy. 'Preciate it.
Dear FIRST DAY AS A TEACHER, We meet tomorrow! Ahh. I can't even type out any other words about this. 
Dear class of 15, One week and a day until we spend the next year together. Can't wait to meet you tiny humans!
Dear Olympics, I'll miss spending all day watching you. Thanks for getting me through the end of summer school.
Dear Summer School, SEE YA NEVER!
Dear Summers, Welcome back into my life. I'm sorry I've neglected you the past two years. It will never happen ever again.
Dear God, While watching my little sister cry in pain I remember thinking this is it: the point in life where people start making deals with you. I thank you for being the Ultimate Healer. I thank you for new mercies every morning. I thank you for your unending love.