You don’t know…

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You don’t know what’s it’s like…cause you have a kid.  You had a chance to hold a baby in your arms and know that it was half you.  You HAVE a kid!!  And Lori has this part of you that I don’t.  A part of you that makes sure you send her flowers on her birthday.  Not me….I didn’t get anything for my birthday.  No flowers….no card….no present.  I planned my own trip- saved the money from our fund….and made all the arrangements.

“Cause she is the mother of MY child.”  That’s what you fucking said!!  TO me!!  Even though you know I have insecurities about our infertility issues.  I mean, do we have infertility issues?  Or is this something you can’t admit is YOUR ISSUE!!! Something that you don’t want to deal with!!!!

I don’t what the hell is wrong with me today.  I am sensitive.  I have emotions and I’m allowed to have emotions.  I am anxious about everything today…my work, my home…it feels like I am not good enough right now and what you said hit home to that fact.

I feel like I am going to lose it…on someone.  And I don’t know how to stop this.

God, please…please calm my soul.  Please, give me peace about it all….”for I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord… plans to prosper you and not to harm you….plans to give you hope and a future.  You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all of your heart.”  Jeremiah 29:11

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DeMarsh

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First let me say that I am writing this email for my benefit.  The “DeMarsh” situation has been keeping me up at night, and I simply need you to hear me out.  I am not looking for this to go anywhere, I just want to communicate to you, my feelings.  I’m sure you already know this stuff…but again, it is for my benefit and the purging of my soul with this family.  You don’t even have to read this- I just feel better sending it.

I have had Richard for 2 years now.  Despite the fact that he failed my class last year, Donnelly and I put him in American Studies because he had the potential to rise above his own personal drama and be a good student.  Last year he struggled with substance abuse.  I spent numerous hours talking to him and helping him work through the speed bump he had hit.  We ended the year positively and I was hoping for good things this year.  Richard thinks he is above discipline.  He believes he is an adult and should be able to do what he wants.  He thinks high school is a waste of time and any push back from teachers makes him an instant “victim.”  On several occasions I have asked him what he would have done if he was the teacher and had a student like him who constantly disrupted class, slept, did little to no work, and talked back.  His has no reply and at such a young age, I can only come to the conclusion that he needs to learn empathy and it was an unfair question for me to ask.

Eddie, I have only met this year.  As you know, we have had our challenges.  Eddie has a short temper and goes from calm and great one minute to anger and out of control the next minute.  He thinks it’s ok to yell at teachers one day and then acts like everything is ok the next moment and accuses me of over-reacting.  We squashed our issues in December and since then have been getting along great.  He was a new person.  He still had his mood swings, but was getting his work done and was respectful.  He came to me with problems, and talked about life with me.  He knew he was on his last leg with the dean’s office, and he kept himself under control.  When he blew up at me the other day, it was out of nowhere.  I told him to leave the classroom and calm down and he kept yelling.  I feel like this whole situation is exacerbated because I happened to have an issue with the 2 of them in the same week.  It’s unfortunate because I was enjoying Eddie- I invested in him and then he was taken out of my class.

As I have grown as a teacher, I have learned that there are certain things I cannot tolerate.  Yelling at a teacher and disrupting class in a huge scene is one of them.  Sleeping in class, after I have told him several times to wake up and do something is another one.  I have ignored so many things from these brothers.  I constantly let the little things slide….  I feel like I have done so much and have made so much progress only for it to be smashed in my face at the end of the school year.  You expressed that the father is upset with me.  But he hasn’t been around for the past 2 years while I have helped his kids in whatever they needed.  He wasn’t here when Richard was sleeping on the streets last year because his grandparents kicked him out.

After talking it over with Donnelly she told me “you will learn…you can’t invest in these kids…it always comes back to bite you.”  Wow.  I don’t want to become like that.  I am trying to grow thick skin so that I can invest in them and then not be so hurt when I get it thrown back at me.  I understand that it is a fine line to walk and that it will eventually pay off with certain kids.  I understand that life will catch up with these kids eventually and they will learn their lesson or not.  But I want you to understand that I have tried so hard with these brothers.  I have given everything to them and have become jaded by the situation.

I hate sending kids to the dean’s office because I feel like I could have done more.  When I do, it is for something that I can’t tolerate and it is after having given them chance after chance after chance after chance.  I am sorry that this situation has become a burden.  I have only tried to be there for Richard and Eddie.  I feel bad about the way things ended but would not have done anything different.  Thanks for letting me vent, letting me purge, letting me move on.

ACT’s

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I haven’t written in a while.  Mostly because I got really depressed after the holidays and haven’t been able to break myself out of the funk.  My dog, Roo, died right after the New Year.  She had cancer, like everything else in my life, and it was aggressive.  She was in pain, and Mike and I made the difficult decision to put her down.  It was tough.  I miss her everyday.  I was in the room with her when they gave her the shot.  I didn’t want her to be alone.  But it was really hard on me.

Since then, I have been on emotional roller coaster of feelings.  I am depressed about not getting pregnant.  I am angry with my husband for not having a sex drive and not going to the doctor to fix it.  I am annoyed that my brother doesn’t have his life together.  I am worried about Marc who has disappeared from the face of the earth.  I am jealous that Jeneve was on American Idol and embarrassed that she sucked so bad.  I am really angry at some of the students in my classes.  They are so annoying!!  They don’t care about life and some of them are so ghetto.

We have been getting an influx of kids that were expelled from Shadow Ridge, went to behavior school, and are now enrolled at Arbor.  I realize that most of them will self-destruct, but at what cost?  Some of these kids brought weapons to school….some threatened teachers.  What the hell?  Where the hell did these kids come from??

Last night I couldn’t sleep.  I was really hot and it was noisy cause the windows were open to get some air circulation.  And then Mike came upstairs and turned on the television.  Finally I got so frustrated that I went and fell asleep in the other room.  It was actually really nice.  I might do that more.

I was all in my head.  Blaming Mike for everything.  Blaming my not having a baby on him.  Blaming my not living in Seattle on him.  Blame, blame, blame.  Then…I would make plans in my head….for my new life.  A life without Mike where I have a baby through a sperm bank and become this awesome single mother.  I don’t know what’s going on in my head lately but I am losing it.  I think I might go talk to someone.  Maybe it’s time.

I am proctoring the ACT right now in school.  One kid is done (he just bubbled in answers) and is asleep….the others are trying their best to power through.  The same kid who rushed through has 2 cell phones.  What do you need 2 cell phones for??  Drug dealer?  Arms dealer?  What is the matter with people today?

I miss my Dad.  I miss Roo.  I know I have a good life, Lord.  But it is so easy to get discouraged and let my emotional brain take over.  I am thankful.  I am trying to stay positive and happy.  My angst is taking over.

 

Roo

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The other night Roo was not breathing well.  I had a “mom freak out” moment and took her to the emergency vet clinic.  And he confirmed what I feared.  She has a mass in her throat.

And it’s probably cancer.  I don’t know why this disease keeps haunting me.  And I am consumed by wanting someone to blame.  I want to blame the vet that didn’t catch this a month and half ago.  I want to blame the meds she is currently taking for arthritis.  I want to blame myself for smoking in front of her all those years.   I mean, she is only 8!  Why is this happening to her now?

Roo and I have been through so much.  She was a dog I rescued from Jen jolly before Jen had a chance to take her back to the vet.  She and I got kicked out of Bridget’s house.  I had to replace the entire drip system because of Roo.  She was a crazy puppy.  Then…in the Reggie house, she ate my phone one night before I left for Seattle.  She was scared of something outside and needed attention, I guess.  We lost Ciarra, Nic, and Marc as roommates.  She got a baby brother along the way and a daddy….who closed up the kennel for good and “rescued her from jail.”

I love this dog.  She has been my snuggle buddy for years and will always be my baby girl.  I guess we are going to keep her comfortable until things get bad and then have her put down.  I am genuinely depressed.

Donnelly

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So…I have this friend.  Adrianna Donnelly.  She and I teach together.  We met each other through my cousin Jessica.  We became friends during smoke breaks, talking through the night, and cheating on games because we hated game night so much.  We bonded.  When Mike went to jail, Adriana was not judgmental.  She was understanding.  She came to my wedding and has supported me a lot.

And then she got me a job at Chaparral where I learned so much.  And then, when I had to desperately get out of junior high, she put in a good word me for here at Arbor View.  I am VERY grateful for her.

Yes, she can be totally frustrating.  Yes, she can be flakey.  Yes, she can be an uncontrollable drunk.  But I love her 🙂

This year we are teaching American Studies together.  It’s great.  We share the same students and have a great time bitching about them at the bar.  It’s awesome.  We try to keep things relevant for the kids and I think they kind of like the combination of me and her.  It’s a love/hate thing.  They get tough love from her and just fun love from me.

This is Jena and Adriana…Jena is BAD for Adriana and I have to continually remind her of that.  Jena is straight, Adriana is gay.  But Jena keeps leading her on saying she can be both.  I don’t personally believe in bisexual….I think it’s a layover on the way to “gay-town.”  And if it doesn’t lead to full gay, then they are just being selfish.

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Me and Donnelly…and the Christmas present I bought for her that is TOTALLY appropriate for her 🙂

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Happy Nevada Day

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Today is Nevada Day.  October 31, 2015.  A day that is celebrated no where else in the world….except for Nevada.  My home.  How did I get so lucky to grow up here?  It’s Papa’s fault, I guess.  Nellis was the last place he was stationed.  And he and Grame just stayed here.  And then my Dad never left.  he brought my mom here, he raised me and Jeremiah here…I couldnt afford California by myself…so now I’m here.

I am enjoying my day off.  I have vowed to stay in my pajamas all day long and watch meaningless television.  For hours.

Its been wonderful so far.  I do feel like I need to get something accomplished….or maybe not.

Happy Nevada Day!

Homecoming

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I got picked!  I got picked!!!

So…the tradition at Arbor View is that the football players each get to chose their favorite teacher to escort them out on the field during the homecoming assembly in front of the whole school.  When it happened last year, I didn’t know but one football player and he didn’t pick me.  All year long I would give him shit about it.  He would say “can I go to the bathroom?” And I would reply, “well maybe if I was your favorite teacher….”

This year I have a bunch of football players.  Including one that I LOVE.  Damien Johnson.  He is such a great kid.  Going to be someone amazing some day…  He asked me 3 weeks ago to wear his jersey.  And of course, I jumped up and down and said “yay!!”

Then, the plot twist.  It turns out, the seniors are the ones who get first “draft picks” of the teachers.  So the negotiations started and Damien did his best to negotiate with the other players for me.  It was adorable.  He would come in every day saying “I talked so-and-so out of it…”  Then, the day came for choosing.  Choosing day, if you will.  And there was a SWOOP.  That kid…from last year…who was always my favorite (Noah Noce)….that I gave so much shit too.  HE CHOSE ME!!!  I feel bad for Damien cause he invested so much in me!  But Noah?!  He owes me 🙂

WAHOO!!  So, I am wearing Noah’s jersey and trying desperately to come up with a fun “walk” to make our time special.  I can’t express how great I feel!!

Mike says I’m being ridiculous.  He says “you’re acting like you are IN high school, not teaching it.”  And to him I say “WHO CARES?!”  This is an honor.  An honor that I was “fought over” for favorite teacher.  An honor that I had multiple students who want to parade ME down the field as their favorite teacher.  It’s moments like this that will keep me going for years.

And I write it down so that I can look back and read this when I feel like I want to punch kids!

Homecoming 2015.  Awesome

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