Reflections from a Monday.

I just got off the phone with my pal Megan - we are both teachers, and had lots of things to share about our Mondays. It is funny how when you first start out teaching, it's all about the lesson plans, and trying to get through your list of objectives (thank you, Calvin College!) Then in your next few years, you start to become more aware of the actual students in your classroom - you realize they are people who need lots of help. Ha!

Megan and I were just saying that as we continue in teaching and taking graduate school classes, we learn all these really great ways to make sure the lesson is "inquiry-based, hands-on, and uses the latest technology!" and we so badly want all our lessons to be that way...but then those students with real-life issues kind of overrule any of that. What I mean to say is...my job is never boring. Taking education classes at Calvin College could never prepare me enough for what I experience on a daily basis.

It was a rough day in the teaching world for this lady (me). Mondays - the kids are tired, the teachers are tired, and no one really wants to be there at 8:00am. Thank goodness the week also consists of FRIDAYS. :)

In other news....I had a scary/strange experience later tonight at my apartment. I was minding my own business, ready to heat up some water for chai tea (yes, I am 80), when I hear knocking at the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw some ladies outside, who I thought were sales people, so I didn't open the door. I also didn't open the door because that is just not smart for a female when I am home alone...right? So anyway, I didn't answer the door and tried to be kind of quiet, so they'd just go away. NOPE. I hear them saying things like, "There is someone in there. Maybe we can try and get in through a window in the back. There is supposed to be a lock box, but I don't see it." YIKES. I figured out that it was a realtor and her clients...and the apartment for sale is the one NEXT to mine. Hello??? If there is no lock box...you've obviously got the wrong place. Take a few steps in the other direction - you will see a door with a lock box. Also, if a person does not answer the door, you do not ring the doorbell like a 12 year old on Halloween - that is - loud, and more than once. Seriously? No one is answering. Go away now. Sheesh. I was tempted to open the door and say "Excuse me, but you are being extremely rude. I have an infant trying to sleep in here, and for your information, it is the apartment NEXT DOOR that is for sale. Thanks." But...I didn't. That would have been a lie.

And lastly....after the crazy people left my front step, I heated up my water for chai tea, ate some dinner (cheerios, anyone?), and listened to the soothing voice of Jeff Manion. This guy brings it. Every time. I didn't get to finish the sermon yet, because then my roommate got home and I had to tell her all of the above stories in detail. :)