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In which I have learned a few things this week

If you are teaching at a school with a population largely made up of refugees and immigrants, you cannot assume that anyone, even the sixth graders, knows the lyrics to "Jingle Bells." Second, fourth, fifth, and sixth graders can handle singing "don we now our gay apparel" without giggling about the word "gay." Third graders cannot. Procrastinating going to bed does give me more time to hang out with my husband. However, it also makes me lethargic, cranky, and late for work the next day. Jeans are not professional enough to wear to work. Unless they have a weird pattern or a bright color. Then they magically transform into business casual (my mint skinny jeans are really happy about this).  Audiobooks can make a 45 minute commute bearable in a way that the radio never will. It's been an instructive week, to say the least.

In which I use my lunch break to whine.

You know, I never really believed that teacher burnout was a thing that would happen to me. I would read all these articles about new teachers leaving the profession in droves, exhausted by how much they had to do and I would smugly think, "Well, yeah, but that's never going to happen to me because I love  teaching and I love  music and I love kids, so I'll just always want to do this." Oh, my friends, my friends. I spoke too soon. I have been a real, actual teacher for just over two months now. And today, I hate it. Today, I want to quit. Today, I want to go find some job where I don't have to interact with children and I can just have scintillating conversations with adults and like...do data entry or something easy. And I'm sure a cushy job like that doesn't actually exist, everything has a stressful, hard side, but I just want something that is not this. I'm sick of being sassed and talked back to. I'm sick of seeing kids zoning o

In which I learn how to operate a die cut machine

Guys, one of my schools has dinosaur die cuts. This is the greatest thing.   I mean, it would make decorating my teaching space easier if they had music note die cuts, but still...DINOSAURS.    

In which I've got all this free time and it's super weird.

Yesterday I learned that there is no graceful way to answer the question, "What are you up to these days?" when you're up to absolutely nothing. See, I graduated. And then I was substitute teaching. And then I was taking a two-week Kodaly course at BYU. But all of those are over now, and I've got about three weeks until the next adventure, which isn't enough time to get a job or anything, so I'm still kind of working on figuring out ways to use the time. Which makes answering questions about my daily activities kind of interesting. Explaining the situation in its entirety takes a little long, and, well, I'll let you see the other answers I've come up with. "What are you up to these days, Karissa?" "Oh, you know...nothing." "I'm between life stages at the moment." "Being unemployed. It's great. Oh, no, you don't need to put in a good word for me anywhere. I don't actually want a job right now..

If I were still a blogger...

I feel like I've lost the whatever-it-was that made me a blogger. That fire where words would build up inside of me and I had to rush to my computer and type until they were out. Which is a shame, because if I still had that fire, if I were still a blogger, there is so much I would tell you. I would tell you about the bike ride I went on the other day, and how I stopped by the river and watched it awhile, thinking of how such a calm thing can seem so terrifying when you watch it long enough, trampling itself in a rush to get downstream, like a stampede out of a burning movie theater, or tomorrow morning coming sooner than you'd like. I would tell you about the 5.10c I climbed day before yesterday, and the satisfaction I felt when I high-fived the chains at the top. I would tell you about how I'm sick this week, and spend every minute of my sub job hoping that the next class will decide they don't need to come to music today so I can rest...and how, since it's

In which student teaching is a bit rough

Here's the thing about kids: They are incredibly easy to love. They are also incredibly  easy to become frustrated with. Today was my first full day soloing; my mentor teacher was at an all-day meeting, so it was all me. And I said some things I regret. And slipped into my impatient, sardonic voice for too much of the day. And responded to too many requests by sighing and staring at the ceiling. These kids are so tough, but so fragile, and I worry that one of those sighs, frowns, or tired outbursts will permanently break a small part of them. All I can do is try again tomorrow. Write a few more kind notes, and recognize the wonderful things my students do, and mete out discipline in a measured, even tone, rather than sniping. All I can do is remind myself that I love these munchkins, even when they're doing all they can to make me forget. And then keep doing it again and again for the rest of my life, because even when I get tired of hearing it repeated ad

In which the cold never bothered me, anyway

This weekend, I went with my family to see Disney's new animated film, Frozen . And I was blown away. I loved almost everything about this movie. The music! The animation! The fact that the romantic subplot is a subplot, and not the story's main focus! The music! Sisterly bonding! Olaf the snowman! The music! Most importantly, perhaps, is the fact that I walked out of the movie theater with a mind full of new thoughts and a resolution to change my behavior in accordance with these thoughts. Here are a few things I learned from Frozen : When you are blessed with a gift, you can use it to create or to destroy. When you seek to control a gift with fear, it will almost always lead to destruction. When you use your gift with love, you create beauty and joy. Trying to solve a problem by shutting yourself off from others and from your own emotions is often more damaging than the problem itself. Letting people into your life can be scary, messy, and complicated, but it also al