Oh, really?!

Yeah huh...

We were reviewing sentence types, when we came across a sentence that said something about a miniature horse being roughly the same size as a very large dog.

“But Ms. Gery,” she piped up, “that’s not possible!”

It took me all of ten seconds to project this picture in response. 😉

(The Paint with the Mariah Carey mane  is Flash, and you can barely see Lily the Filly behind him. The handler is my former FIL. And the handsome dog, of course, is the Woz.)

Back to School… For Now

Spring Break is officially over, and there are a measly two months of school left for me. They will be a busy two months, and bittersweet. I’ve come to the painful realization that, though I love children, service, and teaching… the person I am right now is just not a teacher, at least not in the traditional sense. I’m not cut out for this career. Maybe it’s just the culture shock, the stress of the past few years, or the age group I chose. I like to think that I have it in me to teach, because I view it as such a noble calling, but maybe I just don’t have what it takes.

Honestly, I’m okay with that. I hate being bad at things, and failing at something that has cost me so dearly in terms of blood, sweat, and tears comes as a tremendous disappointment. I’m still beating back the negative voices in my head, but the truth is that I tried something extraordinarily difficult. I’m thoroughly convinced that middle school teachers, particularly those in high-need areas, are superhuman, and I surrendered my superpowers when I started treating my Bipolar Disorder. Not everyone can be Batman or Wonder Woman. Some of us just have to be ordinary good citizens.

On the up side, now that everything is decided and I have a plan, I’m feeling very settled and peaceful about this transition. Hopefully I can find another job in a timely manner, and I’ll continue to feel at peace. Wish me luck!

PS– I DO have a plan, but that’s for me to know and you to find out. I’m working on a post about it as we speak. Stay tuned!

For the Love of Peter

For the Love of Peter

When the mimeopad wasn’t working right the other day I mumbled under my breath “Oh, for the love of Pete!”

I had to smile at what I heard next:

“Wait, Ms. Gery… are you in love with Peter Pan?!”

I have no idea how their minds make these connections, but I haven’t been able to get this line out of my head since then… I find myself thinking constantly of the man some part of me will always love, in that place between sleep and awake.