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Friday, October 17, 2008

Update.

Since it seems I post approximately twice a YEAR, it appears to be about that time. That's right, folks (or, uh, "folk" since Matt will probably be the only one who reads this)... it's update time!

First things first, after my last post (i.e. after our return from Venezuela), we went straight into Charlie Brown mode. Maybe I should be more specific. Okay, back up... Kendra, Matt, and I (and countless others!) took on a seemingly-harmless project starting, oh, around January when we decided that we would start a theatrical community outreach through our church. That "simple" project turned into a much bigger production, resulting in You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown, which surprised (almost) everyone with three nearly-sold-out performances at the end of July. I like to think that we dreamed pretty big with the project from start to finish, but in reality, I have to step back and realize that God had better plans (imagine that...). He brought the church together for a common goal, got the church out into the community, and overall accomplished his work despite our best efforts.

Somewhere in the middle of musical madness (and as a direct result of Matt's persistence), we adopted the most precious little mutt ever from the SPCA. Okay, so we think she's a lab/chow mix, but it's taken us a couple of months to finally come to that conclusion. (Truth be told, sometimes I think she's also part Tasmanian devil, but that's another story.) Her name is Nutmeg (aka Meggie) and she's now 5 months old. Isn't she the most precious thing you've ever seen? She loves: car rides, vet appointments, playing chase after stealing socks and underwear, taking walks, meeting new friends, and peeing on said friends. She hates: being brushed, taking baths, and being alone. By the way, to all the people I ever made fun of for treating their dogs like their children: I officially apologize.

Summer ended WAY too fast, thus bringing us to the beginning of school. Did I mention that I changed classrooms? Note to self: do not move entire teaching-life without help. I love my new room, but quite honestly, this year has been weird. My first class of sophomores is now in college, my favorite class of sophomores is now seniors, I'm in my fourth year of teaching (still can't believe time has gone by so quickly), and the feeling that I can change the world has worn off. Don't get me wrong, I do love my job and I don't know what else I'd rather do as a profession (yet), it's just that the first-year enthusiasm has diminished while reality is slowly setting in. I've learned that: there really are some kids I can't reach, you can't force motivation, some teachers will always be negative and incompetent, and there really is such a thing as a stupid question (namely if I've answered it 5 times previously). On a better note, I love my teaching team (yay, English II!) and I do have some pretty great students. I can't complain.

Last thing, I promise. Fall is my favorite season, and more specifically, I adore the month of November. Seeing as how I live in Texas, I know I miss out on the brilliant color changes one might see in New England, but I love that even in this season-less state, fall still represents change. We shift gears from off-season to in-season soccer, we enter "the holidays," it gets relatively cool outside, I get my cool weather clothes out of the attic, there are changes in governmental leadership, and it always seems like something unexpected happens every autumn.

Let's see what this one brings...

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