The Day Called for Retail Therapy

Teaching is becoming more and more difficult. My daughter and I are both teachers in the same district, and we share common problems:  disrespect, lack of motivation, and just unbelievable behaviors. 

We are on spring break this week which means the end is closer. I try not to "count the days," but a recent conversation went something like this:

"We have eight weeks left."

"Only four more weeks until our four-day weekend."

"And we have two weeks of testing."

"And the last week of school doesn't really count."

"So that really leaves only five weeks."

Ok, so we may not be counting the days yet, but we are certainly paying attention to the weeks.

It is a struggle, especially for her this year.  I have been worried about her, so I decided we needed to leave town yesterday for some retail therapy. We were limited due to my knee problems, but we both needed this time away and together.

Barnes and Noble is always on our shopping plan. 

I started Old School last night, and it is Korman at his finest!

Spring-scented candles for my writing room. 

Now, I just need to get this knee completely healed 

so I can go up the steps.

A few new collage supplies for my notebook 

and for making bookmarks.

We ate at one of our favorite places, but I didn't think about 

writing this as a slice...so no picture. 

But the salad, breadsticks, and fettuccini were fabulous!

Cookies to eat with Dad when we got back home. 

The pink sugar cookie was my favorite 

although the mint chocolate cake was delicious, too!

And my favorite drink, cherry limeade, for the ride home.

What a wonderful day with a wonderful person! I think we might just make it these last eight (but really five!) weeks of school!

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St. Patrick's Day Writing Challenge

I came across a St. Patick's Day writing challenge on Face Book by Tolentino Teaching. I don't write much fiction, so I thought I would give this a try. The challenge is a 10-sentence story using the following specific rules. Here is a link that will take you to all of his 10-sentence Challenges.

Patty grew up in a poor family who didn't believe in good luck. She lived in Leprechaun Village, a town with luscious fields of green clover, and rumor was that pots of gold could be found at the end of a rainbow if you were lucky enough to find one.

One day her bother came running in and announced that someone found a pot of gold. Patty pondered at the announcement, something she desperately wanted but could never find. Why couldn't she be lucky? 

She grabbed her coat, vanished out the door, and looked up into the sky. Suddenly without warning, the skies opened up and rain poured down upon her, completely soaking her coat and clothes. She waited and waited for a rainbow to peek out from the sun, when a tiny leprechaun climbed up to her ear and whispered, "You won't find a pot of gold here; your treasure is where your heart is." She dejectedly turned around to go home muttering something about never being lucky when just above her house was the rainbow she was searching for and her treasure waiting inside:  her family.

This was a fun activity, and I think I may try some of Brain's challenges with my students during our testing time.

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Celebration Day SOL #16

 

Today is a day of celebration!

Almost two months ago, my knee went out on me. I could not walk on it at all, and I was on crutches (something not easy to do for an overweight 61 year old!).

A week later I got the flu and was down for about 3 days. I lost my voice for several days and coughed for several weeks.

A few days later, I received a cortisone shot. After a day or two with more pain, I was beginning to walk a little better. I felt like I was making progress.

That did not last long because not long after that, I got bursitis in my knee, causing extreme pain and an inability to walk again.

My therapist encouraged me to walk with one crutch to ease the pressure on the bad knee.

It has been such a long journey.

Today, after what seems like forever....I am able to walk on my own with no pain! A day to celebrate!

Now, to get it stronger and back to normal!

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THE Day SOL #15

Friday was THE day. The day of noticing. The day when spring seems to pop out from its winter slumber. 

We had early dismissal, and we were officially on spring break. Maybe that is why I noticed the signs. Or maybe it was because it reached almost 80 degrees, and the flowers and trees decided that today was THE day. Whatever the reason, I am so glad to finally see signs of spring...well maybe not all of them!

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Dear Students SOL #14

 Dear Students,

I walked down the hall today and saw this sign on our Student of the Week board. It made me sad because it is not the first time I have seen it this year. But it also made me reflect on my role as your reading teacher.

You were in first grade when we left for Spring Break and never came back. Much has happened since then. Students have changed; teachers have changed. 

I have noticed that we don't have the reading and writing stamina that we once had. Distractions have increased, and our motivation has decreased.

It is not just you; it is also me.

If you had me as a teacher a few years ago, you would have seen me excited about books. You would have heard me talk about books almost every single day. You and I would have conversations about the books you were reading.

I would have recommended more books, given you more time in class to read, and sat down with you reader to reader.

And I would never have seen this sign. 

I have eight more weeks with you, and I hope to find that reading teacher I once was and know I can become again. I have stacks of books waiting this week for me to pick them up, read them, and share them with all of you. 

Spring Break, here I come!

Sincerely,
Mrs. Eck

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Teacher Life Equation SOL #13

 faculty meeting + conferences = a short slice + one tired teacher

                two days before Spring Break

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Books, Books, and More Books SOL #12

Can a person, especially a teacher, ever have too many books? 

Absolutely, positively NO!

I thought you'd say that! I totally agree although my husband may not.

Where did you get all of those books?

We have a foundation in our district that awards grant money to teachers to spend in their classrooms each year. As long as we are a member, we can apply to get up to $500.

You can get anything you want for your classroom?

For the most part, yes, But I always get books, books, and more books.

These are some great titles! 

I took titles from the lists of teachers I follow on social media. Many of these titles came from Colby Sharp. I get a lot of recommendations from him. 

OH! The Night War. I love that series by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley.

Me too! I was on a panel with her at NCTE. She was a delight!

And Gordon Korman is one of my favorites!

My students love him!

The Probability of Everything was an amazing book!

Her second book is this stack too! I have heard a lot of good things about that one.

Which one are you going to read first?

Now, that is a very good question! Which one do YOU think I should read first?

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Copier Stress SOL #11

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In a recent post, I wrote about how I do not like technology changes. Well, the same goes with copiers. We received a new copier, and I just can't get the hang of it.

When I hit the button for the number of copies, it already has the number one. When I hit 105 for the number of students I have, sometimes the first number one doesn't go away, and guess how many copies I get? Yes! Over 1,000. Luckily, I have only done this once!

My second thorn in the rose bush copier is the double-sided copy button. For some reason, I just can't get this down either. Today, I needed single-sided to double sided. I must have hit double-sided to double-sided because I ended up with an 8-page single-sided document with BLANK pages in-between that should have been 4 pages, double-sided. UGH! 

And this isn't the first time for this. Our old copier had pictures to show you what to do and what you get. I need pictures!

Something that is meant to make my life easier should not be adding this much stress! 

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Fasting SOL #10

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The Lenten Season has begun for me, and yesterday my priest talked about fasting. He explained how most Catholics believe that fasting is eliminating food, but he also said that fasting could be eliminating other things from our lives. He challenged us to think about those things that need to be eliminated.

After I got home from mass, I began to think about this idea of fasting other than food. As much as I have tried to decrease my social media time, I am still quick to grab my phone, click on the icon, and endlessly scroll time away. I thought maybe if I tie into Lent, I may be a little more successful.

Yesterday, I totally eliminated it from my day. Instead, I read more and spent a little quiet time outside enjoying the beautiful spring day. 

I might just be able to do this!

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Obsession or Fondness SOL #9

I was struggling with a topic for today's slice, so I decided to scroll my phone to find a picture that might inspire me. 

I stopped on this picture some of new markers I bought and sent to a colleague because she also likes markers and pens. 

I thought, "Oh, writing about my favorite writing tools might be a fun slice to write."

Off I went to I went to my writing and reading rooms upstairs and began opening desk drawers and looking at the containers of pens I have.

You all, I think I have an obsession.

Let me introduce you to some of my favorite, and some neglected, writing friends.

These are my highlighters that I use for my Bible and for professional books. 

These are my brush dual tip Crayola markers. Yes, I wanted to use these in journals, but I am not very good at the fancy writing...yet!

These are my twistable colored pencils--the best! I use these to decorate my notebook pages and in my adult coloring books.

These are my Sharpie pens. I use these in my notebooks, but not as much as some of the others.

These are my fine-tip Sharpie markers. My regular tipped markers are at school. 

These are my Paper Mate Flair markers. I use these in notebooks, especially the unusual colors.

These are my erasable colored pencils. Although I can erase mistakes, I have to have a sharpener, which is why I like the Twistables better.

And these are my best friends! The EnerGel pens. At the beginning of the school year, I bought a 20 pack and love, love, love the colors. I use these for everything from grading papers to writing in my notebooks.

So, what do you think? Do you think I have an obsession or just a fondness for writing tools?

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Focus on the Direction SOL#8

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One step forward and two steps back has been my life since my knee injury on January 20th. I make progress, and then something happens to deter that progress.

Yesterday, I received a second injection in my knee, and I was so hopeful that would help the bursitis. I switched orthopedic doctors, and I felt good about my decision.

As the day went on, it became more painful to walk. I went to bed feeling quite defeated.

This morning, I woke up to a text from assistant principal that had nothing to do with my injury, but it was just what I needed to read.

"Don't be as worried about the distance 
but focus on the direction."

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Somewhere SOL #7

I love the change of the seasons and change of scenery and change of perspective. I really don't mind change expect when it comes to technology. 

We have been waiting on new computers for what seems like forever. The week before they were to arrive, we were instructed on how to back up our files. I am not a fan of Google drive. I just can't organize it like I can my desktop. Because of my dislike for drive, I decided to also back up my files on a jump drive so I could reload them on my new computer desktop.

Files were copied, and I used the jump drive the next day to work on yearbook. At the end of the day, I put the jump drive "somewhere" and went home.

The following day I went to get the jump drive from "somewhere." And guess what, I couldn't find it anywhere. I looked at home; I looked at school; I looked in my camera bag. I looked everywhere, and I looked everywhere again and again, but I could not find it.

I began to panic. I needed the files on this jump drive.

I called our tech department and asked if I could get my old computer back to save the files again.  I searched through boxes of over 60 black computers that all looked the same. 

Did I have any identifying marks? Yes! A chip on the right-hand bottom corner!

But so did many others.

Finally, I found my computer and resaved my files, but I still wanted to find that jump drive because I knew it had to be "somewhere."

I backtracked my steps. The last place I had it was when I was working on the yearbook. I again, opened my camera bag, took the camera out, and looked in all the zippered pouches. Feeling defeated, I sat at my desk and went to put the camera back in the back, and I finally found it..."somewhere."

And little did I know the little orange jump drive was stuck on my camera!

 

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Slicer Music Festival SOL #6

This is my 12th year of participating in this challenge, and every year but one, I have held a slicers' party. I honestly didn't think this would become a hit, but I am asked every year to host it. I always think I will run out of ideas, but that hasn't happened so far.

This year's party is a music festival! Many songs are attached to memories. As soon as we hear them, we are transported back to those special places and times.

So here is how this works. You must bring 3 songs that evoke a special memory, so take a trip down memory lane and share your stories that are connected to a song.

Here are my three songs:

"Spirit in the Sky" by Norman Greenbaum

When my husband and I first got married, we lived in an old farmhouse. I loved that house except for the heat. We had little gas stoves, and we only heated the room we were in. We were antique collectors, and my husband would spend hours refinishing furniture. We would listen to music on cassette tapes that we had "remixed" by recording from the radio. "Spirit in the Sky" was one of the songs he played while working, and when I hear it, it takes me back to our first place we called home.

"Your Raise Me Up" by Josh Groban

I returned to school to become a teacher when I turned 40. Making this decision was a difficult one. I was a stay-at-home mom, and a second career did not even cross my mind. I had so many questions and concerns. Could I do this at my age? Would my family be supportive? Could we afford it? As I was praying and thinking about the decision, You Raise Me Up seemed to play often. I began to think that God was leading me, and I am so glad I listened to Him.

"Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley

A little over a year ago, we put my mom in a memory care unit. As her cognitive ability continued to decline, she would always perk up and become alert when we played Elvis for her. When we played "Blue Suede Shoes," she knew all the words and would sing right along. Eventually, the nurses would sing, "One for the money" and Mom would sing the rest of it. This is the mom I want to remember. 

As the month wraps up and when you need a slice, (and yes, you know it WILL happen!) accept this invitation to my party.  The best part is that you can join the party anytime during the month. Just let me know you have joined, and I will include you on the guest list down below. I hope you will join us!

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Finger Frames SOL #5

 

One of my classes finished reading Grenade by Alan Gratz, a story about an American soldier and a young Okinawan soldier. It is a great book that gives young readers a glimpse of the devasting effects of war.

Hideki, the Okinawan boy, was taught by a lieutenant to use his fingers to frame what he sees. The lieutenant asks him, "What story does this picture tell? That's what I'm always asking myself. Not just what's happening in the photograph I take, but happened before it was taken, and what will happen afterward. How you frame a photo says everything about the story you're trying to tell."

The American soldier begins to collect photos, many from other American soldiers who are dying on the battlefield. He collects them to reassure those who are dying that he will give them to the soldiers' family members.

The two soldiers eventually meet, and Hideki takes over the collection of photos from the American soldier. At the end of the book, Hideki still has the photos, from both Americans and Okinawans, and puts them on a wall to keep their stories alive.

As we were discussing the point of using fingers to frame what we see, one student says, "Mrs. Eck, this book made me realize that everyone has a story to tell that we don't always know, or we don't always get to read."

This made me think about this challenge. The wall that Hideki posted these pictures on are like our blogs. Yes, we all have stories to tell, but now I wonder how you framed your pictures. What happened before? What will happen afterward? 

I may go through tomorrow holding up my fingers to frame what I see, and I might just find a slice!

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Three Things That Made Me Smile Today SOL#4

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I am trying to avoid social media these days. Mostly because it is a time sucker. 

A while back, I started posting "three things that made me smile today." I loved doing these posts. It helped me to find those small, ordinary things that I was grateful for in my day.

Gratitude journaling has many benefits such as lowering stress, improving attitudes, and increasing happiness. Although I haphazardly keep a gratitude journal, I enjoyed posting these on social media.

As I was deciding what slice of my life to share today, I thought this would be a great way to capture those small moments that I am grateful for.

Three things that made me smile Monday:

1. The smell of cocoa butter--I have been massaging the muscles behind my knee and the bursa sacs with cocoa butter, and while at first, I didn't like the smell, it now reminds me that through pain comes relief.
2. Reading aloud to my students--I don't do this often enough, but we are reading a whole class novel, and I have been reading aloud some of the chapters. Even middle schoolers enjoy this!
3. My husband--with my knee injury, my mobility is limited, and I am unable to go up and down stairs. My husband has been pulling double duty by doing extra things around the house. I am so grateful for his help!

Writing this slice of gratitude made me smile and ended my day on a positive note!

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share a slice of life during the month of March. 

A Paper Butterfly and a Student Note SOL #3

This is not an oh, poor pitiful me post, but you have to know the events of the past month to understand the joy to the ending of my day today.

On January 20 of this year, the day before my 61st birthday, my knee went out on me. I was leaving school for the day, it went completely out, and I could not walk. 

I went to the doctor that week and received a cortisone shot. That day, I was in so much pain, and I became discouraged because I thought it was supposed to help. My students were not well behaved, and I lost it on a few of them. Toward the end of the day, one of my students saw me sitting on the bench outside my room, clearly defeated. 

She says, "Here I made you something."

It was a paper butterfly, and it was in that moment that I broke down. The pain, the behavior, and the small, sweet gesture just did me in. 

That weekend I came down with the flu and was out of commission for days. I went back to school too early because you know, that's just what teachers do. I had a chronic cough for what seemed like forever, and I lost my voice. 

I started therapy and after a few sessions, I was making good progress. I thought, "Ok, we're turning a corner here. I can do this!"

Then last Wednesday, I developed bursitis, and I have been in pain since.

Today, the same student handed me a piece of paper and walked off. After I read it, she came back up to my desk, and said, "The best part of that was watching your face when you read it. You went from (insert serious facet) to this (insert smiley face.) and that just made me smile." And she skipped back to her seat. 

What a joyful ending to my day and a discouraging month!

 

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Three Little Words SOL#2

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When I was growing up, I rarely heard the words "I love you." This doesn't mean I grew up in an unloving home or had terrible parents. Neither of those would be true. Mom just didn't express her love with those three little words.

My mom showed love in other ways. 

Fixing our favorite dinner on our birthday.

Donuts on Sunday nights.

Timing Sunday dinner so all four kids could be at the table. 

Saturday trips to the library and Saturday nights on the couch reading our books. 

Rolling my hair in pink sponge rollers to try and control my naturally curly hair.

And Christmas. Mom made Christmas extra special even when times were tough.

These days, I go and visit her in the memory care unit. I sit beside her, rub her shoulders and hands, and tell her about my day, what the weather is like outside, and what Megan and Ethan are doing. Our visits are becoming more difficult as she stares into space and mumbles a few incoherent words. 

When I leave, I tell her when I will be back to see her next, hope she has a restful night, and "I love you, Momma." 

And in those few minutes of our goodbye, she looks at me and clearly says three little words... 

"I love you." 

 

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Remembering My Why SOL #1

 

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I have heard the mantra, "remember your why" in many educational circles, presentations, and professional development sessions. Sometimes, it rubs me the wrong way because I think it can be overused. 

As I contemplated joining the Slice of Life for year 12, those words kept coming up. And honestly, they are the reason why I completed the Google form to sign up.

I continue to join this challenge to...

1. Capture stories.
2. Document memories.
3. Renew connections with other writers.
4. Enjoy "seeing" them again even if it is for just one month.
5. Practice my craft authentically.
6. Set a goal and accomplish it.
7. Learn new writing moves from other slicers.
8. Sharpen my noticing skills while looking for moments to capture in a story.
9. Create authentic mentor texts to use with my students.
10. Receive a natural high when I press the publish button.
11. Meet new writers from all over the world.
12. Push me to do hard things.

Look at those verbs! This is my why as I say hello to year 12!

One Little Word 2025

 

Happy New Year! I am delighted to once again be joining other bloggers for Spiritual Journey Thursday. Today's journey is hosted by Margaret Simon, and we are writing about our One Little Word for 2025.

My word for 2024 was "seasons." I knew this past year would bring new life seasons for me, and I wanted to embrace them and fill them with joy even if they would be difficult. 

As I moved through nature's seasons, I also moved through life's seasons and came out a stronger person. Funny how God does seem to know what we need just when we need it.

Last year's journey brought me a greater sense of purpose and gratefulness. Watching my mom's decline with dementia made me realize the importance of capturing memories. Turning 60, I realized the importance of good health. And watching my daughter spread her wings and move into her own home made me realize the importance of my marriage. These three seasons became my cornerstone for my one little word for this year:  TODAY.

I am focused on today:  cherishing the days I still have left with my mom, focusing on better health, enjoying the time with just my husband and me (it's been 32 years since it has been just the two of us!) and leaning in to hear God's word a little clearer.

"This is the day that the Lord has made; 

let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24