This is the remains of the Oesterlings house. Please continue to pray for them as they are going back to school today. It'll be a hard day for them, filled with hugs and tears and not a lot of concentration. I love you girls!!

How much we each REALLY have and how much we REALLY don't NEED

Please pray for my friends, the Oesterlings. They were awakened by their smoke alarm at 3am this morning, finding out that their house was on fire. They grabbed what they could and what was important to them (a stuffed animal for Christin :-) and stood outside, watching their house and all of their belongings disappear. They are staying at a fully furnished cabin across the street for the time being.
Dad and I headed out to Giant Eagle this morning @ 8 to get all the things we take for granted-toilet paper, fruit, napkins, lunch meat, soup, paper towels, kleenex, sugar, flour, dinosaur shaped macaroni and cheese, bread, milk etc. I added my own little touch and added goldfish crackers, chocolate chip cookies, cupcakes with a TON of frosting on them, and a bouquet of flowers. They needed a little cheering up and I thought that would do it. Christin, the youngest girl was so excited that I brought PB and J.
They are in good spirits but are teary when loved ones come and visit and when they get hugs (my specialty). No one was hurt and they are surrounded by amazing family and our church family is showering them with love. It just reminded me as to how much I have and how much I don't NEED. We saw God today. The mom usually keeps her purse in the kitchen. Last night, for some reason, she took her purse into the family room. The family room was either very close to the door and they got to it before the fire or there was no fire in that room. They had 2 keys for their car---one key had a melted chip and is useless, and the other key----was in her purse. Their other car was saved too, only losing the dad's truck. I'm sure they'll be filled with more God sightings as they go through this process of rebuilding.

Please pray for them and please, the next time you think you NEED something, just stop and think about people, all over the world, who have nothing. They might not have any earthly possessions left, but with God, faith and their salvation, they will never be without hope or the things that are most important.

Ex-Marching Band Kids

This is for all of my band friends who know this would be them and who find themselves getting in step with those walking beside you. It's okay. We all do it.

Location, Location, Location!

I just got personally introduced to a very very good looking man who was the guest speaker in 2nd Grade for their weather unit. He happens to be a soldier, who was here in a suit, and works with a staff member's husband. I might just have to put in a weather unit in our science curriculum...... :-)

It pays to be where soldiers are..... :-)

Oh the Times are a Changin...

This week our spelling list was of occupations. We had words like manager, pharmacist, physician,etc. Then, we had words like salesclerk and druggist. The kids had no clue what a druggist was and didn't know what the Rx symbol meant. They also thought that they shouldn't be learning the word druggist, being a Christian school and all and drugs being a bad thing. THEN, we come to the word homemaker. No one really knew what that was. I explained, "a homemaker is someone, usually a woman, whose job it is to stay at home and take care of the kids and clean the house and make meals, taking care of the family." These are some of the sentences I got.
"A homemaker stays at home and cooks."
"A homemaker is someone who stays at home and does chores."
"My homemaker is kind and helps me with my homework."
"Back in the old days there were homemakers."

I chose not to include in the definition "your mom!" because A LOT of moms here in DC aren't homemakers. They would have been confused. Obviously, me NOT including mom has also caused confusion. The one sentences makes it sounds like a homemaker is a maid!

I hope to bring you more thoughts of 5th Graders. Stay tuned!

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Spelling Bee

The infamous Spelling Bee. Made famous after Aklia and the Bee made its debut. I really like the movie, by the way. Anyhow, at our school, we do multiple rounds in your classroom and then pick the best two to represent you at the Spelling Bee. Some children are nervous and really want to do well, others could care less and spell words wrong so they don't have to go. Yesterday, we had our schoolwide one. I was puzzled as to how it was run, seeing that we have only 2 5th graders and I didn't think they'd have a spell off in front of everyone for those 2 kids. I could do that in my room. It happened to be that it was K and 1st, then 2nd and 3rd, then 4th and 5th. So, my students were asked 4th grade words yesterday. They had studied the 5th grade words because they are in 5th grade. (duh.) So, they both got out really fast yesterday.
AND TODAY IT JUST GETS WORSE. My Spelling Bee participants come in at the end of the day and announce to the whole class, "you gave us the wrong list to study from. It was last year's words." Whaaatttt..... I got really REALLY frustrated and almost rushed out of my room to reem out the secretary who gave me that wrong list. When she gave me the list I noticed and was told that it was last year's list. I didn't think anything of it because who in their right mind would give the REAL list to students to study from? Apparently the other kids at other schools had the right list. Even some of our middle schoolers had the right list (or so I heard.) I AM SO MAD!!!!!!!!!!! I let them down. I made them study day and night for that spelling bee and it didn't even matter. I led them astray. I want a rematch! Now the blame is pushed to me as to why the kids didn't do well. I know the parents are upset. I'd be upset if I were a parent. Gosh darn it, I'm their teacher! I'm a little more than upset, I'm livid!!!!!!!!


Praise the Lord it's the weekend and I'll have time to cool off.....and enjoy Virginia Beach. :-)

Ahhhh....Middle Schoolers.....

I've been working with the Middle School girls as their P.E. teacher this year. I can't believe I'm doing this. I thought Mrs. Wise and Doc Brown were crazy when making us take Teaching PE, telling us that we may have to use it one day. Us? Elementary Teachers? Use PE? Well, here in Christian school land, they sometimes hire people who aren't necessarily qualified to teach the subject they are teaching. We have a PE teacher also teaching 6th Grade English and we have me, a 5th grade teacher also teaching PE. The REAL PE teacher can't teach my PE class, he's a guy and they are girls.
All that to say, I don't really know all of what I'm doing. Praise the Lord for giving me brothers and for giving me the desire to play recreational sports and to pay attention in gym class throughout my years. It's amazing at how many things I can remember from Gym, the rules to games, and my experiences with those games. I wouldn't EVER consider myself an athlete, but more often than not, I have this longing, deep inside me, to play basketball or to be the first one to volunteer to play volleyball.
What I DON'T know how to do is deal with middle school girls' attitudes. The eye rolling, the talking back, the talking while I'm talking. It's very hard to get a gym quiet with 26 girls in a big open space. I'm really trying to demand respect, but it's hard. It's hard because I care what they think of me. I care that they like me. I know, I know. In the world of teaching, I SHOULDN'T care, but I do. I want them to come to me for advice and to ask questions. I tend to see the wrong actions of one particular person, and call her out on it all the time. She tells me that everyone else was doing the same exact thing. I KNOW she knows better. I know both of her parents fairly well. I know she can do better. AND, when I go about correcting her, I KNOW she knows how to respond. But...she doesn't. How do I go about correcting in love when the attitude I receive in speech is less than honorable? I know the things I say to her now she'll remember. I remember what my teachers said to me. My words are chisels, working to construct a beautiful child of God. It all depends on where I put that chisel and how hard I throw the hammer and if I am going to add to the beauty or destroy God's work of art.