I vow that it's goodbye and God bless*

I love you all...I'm outta here...











*From "Goodbye" by The Sundays

posted by Beverly at 6:41 PM | 11 comments

It takes a crane to build a crane It takes two floors to make a story It takes an egg to make a hen It takes a hen to make an egg *

Favorite moments in my week...

walking in Sam's room and him patting the seat beside him for me to sit down to watch Friday Night Lights with him..

eating paninis at the bar and talking with Whitney and well, just watching her move through life...she's something..

my buddy Dora coming over to watch Grey's with me but realizing we forgot to turn the tv on..good talks..

watching The Station Agent with my best friend..this movie is a powerful sweet movie..I loved it!!

playing basketball with my students and loving that every time they make a basket they run to jump in my arms..i started this little tradition when they weren't making very many baskets and now they're getting good and I'm getting a little sore..

dancing the Tango with my boys on the playground..

hearing my kids saying "goodnight teacher" as I put them all down for rest time..

Miguel finally being alright with the notion that he can't be leader every day..

when someone accomplishes something in my class we clap for them..."Hey guys stop what your doing, Stephanie just made and 'S' on the sign-in sheet"...then they all clap for Stephanie..."Hey guys, Miguel stayed on his mat during rest time"..the crowd goes wild

playground fights and learning to talk things over...its lemonade just to see two kids work something out. "He hit me" "well, he pushed me" .."Guys, you can never hit no matter what someone has done to you..now, do you have something to say to each other?"..then one says "I'm sorry" (I don't tell them to say 'sorry' because they end up just throwing out this half felt sorry and it just becomes a habit. Instead, I just ask them if they have something to say to each other.) then they hug..seriously, they hug each other..

cool fall mornings..


*From "Life Is Wonderful" by Jason Mraz

posted by Beverly at 8:27 AM | 0 comments

Mr. politician could be perfect but people its doubtful.*

sooo......who do you think the Democratic candidate and the Republican candidate will be?

I had no problem in the voting booth two presidential elections ago but the last presidential election I spent a long time in the voting booth and now I feel like I've been had.

Two of my students have Dads in Iraq. One of the girls draws pictures of people being shot with a bright red marker. My Assistant just sent her son off to Iraq.

I will take the charge of being, in the past, a bit apathetic politically, but not anymore. I care about this next election.

thoughts?

*From "Politician" By Grand Funk Railroad

posted by Beverly at 2:15 PM | 4 comments

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see*

posted by Beverly at 12:38 PM | 3 comments

And if the night runs over and if the day won't last and if your way should falter along this stony pass its just a moment this time will pass*

Words...what have been the words that have been the most comfort at a time when hope was a far away place?

My most cherished have been no words, just arms and hands and patience as they sat with me through the moment...

How about you?

*From "Stuck In a Moment" by U2

posted by Beverly at 3:12 PM | 7 comments

If God had a face what would it look like*

Update on the boy in my class who I have blogged about just recently. I'll just call him Joe. So Joe had spent the entire morning yelling at his peers and telling me, something he has just recently learned to express, "I'm angry." Now, its great that Joe can express this feeling now but not following through with that feeling by pushing his classmates down or yelling in their face would be really nice. I know..baby steps. Anyway, he has by lunch completely isolated himself emotionally from his class. I sit down beside him and then he points to the little down syndrome girl behind me from another class and says, "She's my best friend." My heart skips a beat and I can't keep from smiling and giving him a hug as the little girl smiles back at him. It was just precious.

*From "What If God Was One Of Us" by Joan Osborne

This photo is a random photo, not one of either of the kids I wrote about.

posted by Beverly at 2:38 PM | 7 comments

It's been a month since he saw her face *

his phone works..its been over a month since he's talked to his kids...i don't get this..


sorry guys, just sitting here at this computer thinking about some sad stuff.



*From "Father's Son" by 3 Doors Down

posted by Beverly at 6:05 PM | 9 comments