Snow Days

My perspective on the mystical “snow day*” has shifted over the years.

In high school I hated them because I was trapped inside and all my friends lived too far away to walk. I was (and still am) one of those people who was utterly convinced everyone was having fun without me and they would realize how useless and unimportant I was to the grand scheme of our friendship and deem me replaceable.  Fear of getting voted off the island I suppose. My parents thought I was insane because every time they’d announce our school closings, I’d get visibly perturbed. Not a normal teenage response, I’ll admit.

In college I loved them, because canceled classes and living with friends is never a bad combination. Also, in Abilene snow was actually snow…fluffy, white, pretty, and it stuck to the ground. It’s super hard to concentrate on stratified squamous epithelium when the world looks pristine and perfect outside.

Now as a teacher…I actually hate them again. My first thought this morning was “If they cancel school tomorrow, there’s no way I can get through my unit in time for the next test.”  How dare the elements conspire to throw off my carefully constructed scope and sequence for this six weeks!

What happened to me?!  Apparently a little over one semester at Logos has turned me into a real teacher, which I must confess seemed a bit impossible at various points of my career.  (I also readily admit my students will probably argue with the “real teacher” moniker, and they’d probably win that argument. But for the sake of the post, lets suspend reality and everyone agree that I’m a teacher, in every sense of the word.)

While there is definitely a romanticized notion of snow days that I buy into–fire in the fireplace, warm soup bubbling happily on the stovetop, the inevitable Harry Potter marathon–its a welcome validation of my career and life choices that I’d rather be at school talking about Newton and apples than at home eating Fig Newtons and roasting apples for the aforementioned soup.

And of course, if the fluffy white joy of real snow begins to fall, all of this is null and void.  In that case I want a hill, a sled, and lets go see if Newton knows his stuff.

Have a good one, and stay warm!

*Houston doesn’t have snow days. We have days where it gets cold/close to freezing and everyone loses their minds. When we lived in Denver I once drove to school to sub for a teacher who couldn’t make it in because his house was buried in 4 feet of snow. I, on the other hand, only had to deal with six inches when I left and it was still falling.  And you know what? We all survived.  Yes, its cold. Yes, its wet. No, its not the apocalypse.  I do, however, feel terrible for the gentlemen working on our foundation right now when its both cold and wet.

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New Year, New Life

My apologies for the gap in posting. We went a week or so without internet thanks to Comcast, but we’re back online thanks to AT&T.  The lesson? If you have Comcast, you are wrong.

Lots of goodness has happened since my last post:

We moved into our new house, we’ve unpacked almost everything, and we bought new furniture for our bedroom that hasn’t arrived yet.  So 90% of the house looks great…the bedroom looks like two college freshmen decided to spend money on pizza instead of furniture.  It’s still fantastic to even think about “going home” after running errands or going to school or hanging out with our friends and know that it means an actual home.

One week of school is in the books, and just as I expected…physics is no bueno.  I heart chemistry, but physics still confounds me just as much as it did in high school. And in college. And on the MCAT.  My hope is that, through teaching it, I’ll learn it better. Having superb kids also helps. I actually missed them over the winter break, which either makes me a sappy teacher or someone who needs more friends.

At church, I was given the glorious go-ahead to schedule a trip to Salida this summer! I’m going home!  The response has been amazing, with a lot of kids excited about joining us. It also means that I have to get in shape.  Not just lose weight, but regain endurance and build muscle.  I was looking at some old guiding pictures and saw the muscle definition in my legs. If that was high definition, my legs now are the old 1950’s television that only got three channels unless the wind blew or someone sneezed.

To that end, we’ve revamped our diet.  Thanks to an amazing website called Greenling, we now have monthly deliveries of local, organic produce directly to our door.  I got a grill for Christmas, so I’m able to make some dishes without adding any fat and impart flavor without resorting to sugary sauces.  I’ve been working on getting quality proteins and some high protein/high fiber grains into our diets, and I’ve stopped drinking soda until at least my birthday.  Conveniently, my birthday is 50 days from the new year, which makes for easy counting and goal-making. This is all good stuff…I just need to keep it up!

The last time I went on Trek I was out of shape, overweight, and a drag on the group. (Those of you on the trip with me are slowly nodding…I don’t blame you.)  This time I want to be invisible…let the kids lead, don’t be the slowest, and just enjoy myself. To help motivate myself to get in shape, Abby and I signed up for my first 5K in February.  If you’ve ever read this before, you know I hate running with a passion.  This just proves how much I want to succeed in Trek…I’m willing to run so I can hike without problems.

So that’s where we are.  New house, new semester, new diet, and new youth group activity.  Feeling good about this new year.

Have a good one.