Month: October 2013

Cover Your Ears

In my preschool classroom we use the phrase it’s too loud quite often (usually accompanied by covering one’s ears).  Is the noise level on the carpet getting a little too high? Just press your hands to your ears and say It’s too loud!  The person next to you talking too loudly? Press again and say You’re too loud!  Are you overstimulated in general?  Just cover your ears and say TOO LOUD!!!

Today, I wanted to cover my ears and say IT’S TOO MUCH!!!

I don’t mean to complain, but allow me about six sentences to complain.  I have approximately twelve different assignments due before the end of the week (yes, even though it is Tuesday I still have twelve assignments due).  I also have a lesson I am supposed to teach on Thursday that I have to look over again and again for fear of missing something.  I begin my take-over in two weeks (a blessing, really, as I was originally scheduled to start next week).  I have to plan field trips, visitors, lessons, toys, and so much more all while keeping in mind that other people have lessons, toys, research, and plans at the same time.  It all gets to be a little….overwhelming.  I literally left placement covering my ears. (There.  Six sentences.  Thanks!)

Unfortunately, when we adults cover our ears we look like idiots.  Don’t deny it.  If you saw someone walking down the street covering their ears and saying ITS TOO MUCH you’d probably think they’d gone insane (unless, of course, you live on a college campus…very little seems insane on a college campus).  Good thing we have our equivalents of covering our ears.  Some of mine include:

  • Talking to others in my same situation.  My cohort is amazing.  We are all covering our ears right now.  However, a few minutes with each other and that grip on our ears loosens.  We talk about everything: bowel movements, ex/current boyfriends, funny stories our kids tell, and lack of homework done are some of my favorites.
  • Gin and Tonic.  I don’t drink like an 1800’s barmaid, but I do enjoy a little something every once in a while.
  • Fantasy movies.  The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey is on HBO right now.  As a result, it is also on my TV.

Every teacher has those days where it seems impossible to do their job.  I’m in preservice teaching, so I have a lot of them.  Perhaps a crucial lesson of becoming a teacher is recognizing what makes you cover your ears and finding what makes you lower your hands. 

For now, my hands are no longer pressed to the side of my head.  Which is good, because I imagine that would make it a bit difficult to sleep at night.


The Real Definiton of Immunity

I never miss class.  Even when I have a bad cold, I suck it up and go.  But yesterday, with aches and pains all over, a pounding headache, and the sneaking suspicion I might develop a fever if I didn’t get some rest, I missed not 1…not 2…but 3 classes.  I lay on my couch with tea and a heating pad, and took a short nap.  Later, I drugged myself with nearly every OTC drug I had (not really…I only took 3) and crawled into bed, hoping that tomorrow I would awake to a better feeling me.


My go to tea when I am sick: chamomile and mint with honey.  Seriously, drink this and you will feel so much better

I wasn’t entirely let down.

My nose wasn’t as stuffed up and my head wasn’t pounding.  I could move without feeling like a thousand prickly pear cacti were grazing my skin.  The only thing that hurt was my throat, and I can deal with that, so I went to teach my preschoolers thinking I was going to feel better as the day went on.

Nope. I again spent my afternoon napping on the couch with aches, a pounding headache, and, in place of the sneaking suspicion of a fever, a nose that felt like it was about to explode.

It’s amazing though, that I didn’t realize how tired I was while teaching.  I didn’t realize I was seconds away from falling into a deep sleep until I came home, sat on my couch, and fought tooth and nail to stay awake.  My students, though they are probably the ones who got me sick, made me feel like nothing was wrong with me.  Their genuine interest kept me on my toes.  I didn’t have time to think about what my immune system was battling.

Immunity isn’t about never getting sick, it’s about finding that one thing that makes you feel better when you are.  For me, it’s teaching.  Which is a good thing, because my immune system can only handle so many germs.

(In other news, I’ve decided to be a minion for halloween.  Preschoolers get ready, here comes awesome.)

An Introduction

I am currently in my final year of my master’s plus teaching certificate program.  I am not planning to become a Ph.D student, and I am not writing a master’s thesis.  However, I will be learning for the rest of my life.  And not from my mom or from others who are more experienced from me (well, I’ll still learn from them), but from those with significantly less experience.  Everyday I will be faced with truths I had never considered and lives I have never had to live.  Everyday I will learn something from someone who is quite younger than myself.  Who are my future professors?

They are my students, my campers, and my cousins.

These small adults teach me new things every time I am with them.  My cousin teaches me the importance of spending time with someone slightly older than you.  My students remind me how necessary it is to be comforted when we are hurt.  And my campers?  Well, I’ll give an example:

I am terrified of bees.  Wait, not terrified, oh no.  I am unbelievably, run around screaming my head off, paralyzed-with-fear frightened of bees.  But if I ran around screaming my head off every time a bee came near me (and that was a lot), what would my campers think?  Chances are half of them would start screaming around and we’d have an all out freak-out fest on our hands.  So I learned control.  I learned to show them bees are nothing to be afraid of, even if I didn’t necessarily believe it myself.  Good thing too, because last week I got stung twice when I was outside with my preschoolers.

So there you are.  Hopefully I remember to update this somewhat regularly with little life lessons I learn from my students.  Or big ones, like not being afraid of bees.