Friday, May 25, 2012

There’s Something in the Water…



'Tis the Season...

In my life, it is a season of rebirth.  Well, actually it’s a season of birth.  Literally.  First it was Martha, followed by Teresa.  Then Amy had her baby.  Then Janeene, followed by the other Amy, Maya, Chris, and even Mark (well, his wife) – all with newborns.  As of this moment, Stacy, Anna, and Naomi are pregnant – and who knows who else?  What’s going on at my school?!?
 

Peer Pressure

With everyone bringing new bundles of joy into their lives, I decided to bend to peer pressure.  On a Thursday night two weeks ago, I went down to a great local joint.  I chit-chatted with a few of the attractive girls that were there, and was lucky enough to take one of the cutest young things I had ever met home with me that night.  That’s right… I adopted a dog from the local animal shelter!  This is a G-rated blog… what did you think happened??

The View from the Soapbox

I’m not a parent.  Therefore, although there are 48 students that I teach, I really can’t speak to the joys and tribulations of parenthood.  I can only stand on my soap box as a teacher and judge them based on how their children’s behavior and work habits in school.  If a kid acts up constantly, falls asleep in class, rarely does homework, or doesn’t give their best effort, that’s because of bad parenting, right?  I mean, how hard is it to go home and spend time with your kids taking interest in their lives, disciplining them, and reinforcing the importance of school?


Full Circle

I want to be a responsible parent to my dog.  As I was rushing home the other day to walk my dog, it hit me.  That day, I sheepishly went into my team leader and mentor’s room and asked if it would be ok if I went home early to take my dog out.  I was worried she would think I wasn’t working hard enough.

Me (sheepishly): “Hey I need to run and take Butterball for a walk.  I promise I’m not slacking… I’ll be working from home afterwards.”

Ms. S.: “What?  You don’t need to explain anything!  You get in early every day, and I KNOW you’re not a slacker.  In fact, don’t bring anything home with you!”

I often judge parents of the students at my school.  In fact, I have often judged all sorts of people – former co-workers, friends, and strangers alike.  I make snap judgments based on snapshot of their lives without knowing the full story.  It might have been (back when I worked in corporate America ) someone on my sales team leaving early that I judged as lazy.  Or, it might have been that parent who never spends time with their kids.  But… how would a parent be a responsible parent to their children without leaving at a reasonable hour from work?  And, how hard is it for a single parent working to support AND raise his/her children to spend enough quality time with each of them?  These are opposing forces which create a conflict of interest in which a very difficult decision must be made on almost a daily basis.  Being a parent sure isn’t easy!

I have a new goal for how to be a better teacher - to be more like my saint of a mentor, who, like me, desires to be like the best teacher of all:
 

“Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.” – Luke 6:37



Thursday, May 3, 2012

An Afternoon in the Life of a Woman




Man Card: (noun) - The invisible, yet real card that men carry which proves we are truly men.  A guy’s man card can be taken by another man when he says or does something decidedly un-manly.  Reasons for getting your man card revoked include ordering a cosmo (or any other ‘girly’ drink) at a bar, watching “The Vow” without direct coercion from your girlfriend, asking for directions, and crying for any other reason than when Goose dies in ‘Top Gun.’ 



The list of reasons for getting your man card taken are not limited to the above list, and very rarely does a guy hand in his man card on his own.  However, in a moment of weakness on Monday afternoon, I voluntarily (and temporarily) surrendered my man card and in the process, got a glimpse into the life of woman.  This is a (mostly) true account of the events of that frightful day.


The Female Greeting Dance


A few minutes after arriving on Monday, I was speaking with a colleague when another teacher came in.

“Wow, Stephanie, your hair looks great!”
“Thanks, I went to a new hair salon on Saturday.  I’m glad you like it!”
“Where did you go? It looks fantastic.”

I work in an environment dominated by the female species.  In the wild, I call encounters such as these the “Female Greeting Dance.”  It usually consists of women seeing each other and gushing about:

a)         A new hair style
b)         The outfit they are wearing
c)         Shoes
d)         Jewelry
e)         Any combination of the above and how it matches so well


“Well,” I thought to myself, “When in Rome…”

I turned to my friend Mark, the P.E. teacher, who had just come in and was filling up his coffee cup.

“Mark, oh my gosh!  Did you just get new shorts?  They look fantastic!”

Mark caught on immediately.

“Why yes, Johnny, I did.  I’m glad you noticed!”
“Did you do something different with your beard too?  It looks so nice.  You must have gotten a new kind of razor,” I continued.
Mark tilted his head slightly to the side, scratched his beard lovingly and said,  
 “Yes, it’s springtime now so I thought a lighter beard would be more seasonal. I’m SOOO glad you noticed!”
The two female teachers waited patiently for our mockery to end.

“You’re boys.  You have no idea what it’s like to be a girl.  You just wouldn’t understand…”

Mark and I laughed and left the office, ready to start our days.  Little did I know that in a few short hours I would get a glimpse into the life of a woman, as I would voluntarily agree to turn in my man card for a few hours after school was over.


Where No Man Has Gone Before


April 30th carries much historical significance for our country. 199 years ago, the United States purchased the Louisiana Territory from France, effectively doubling the size of our nation.  Also on April 30, Hawaii officially became a U.S. territory – this was in 1900.  April 30 also happens to be the date which marks the time man went where no man had gone before.  No, we aren’t talking about Neil Armstrong going to the moon.  After school on the afternoon of April 30, 2012 – perhaps for the first time ever – a man (me) helped to plan a bridal shower.  The following is the transcript of the discussion by the Bridal Shower Task Force:

Mission Commander:  “We have to decide when to commence this operation.  The optimal choices seem to be on either 16 May 2012 or 23 May 2012.  I’m going to make a command decision to make it on 23 May.”

Task Force Member 1:  “Roger that.  I’ll bring drinks. Who’s gonna take care of food?”

(Silence)

Task Force Member 2:  “I’ll get Chris to pick up all the expensive crap.  Sucks for him that he’s not here.”

(Laughter)

Task Force Member 3:  “I’ll be in charge of decorations.  The theme will be ‘The Baltimore Ravens’ because she likes purple.”

Mission Commander:  “We don’t need decorations because…. This is a fictional account of what would happen if men planned a bridal shower.”


That’s right; this is not what actually happened; it’s what MIGHT happen if men were in charge of bridal showers.  Instead, the meeting was filled with polite discussion on convenient dates, flowers, tablecloths, color scheme, food, and gifts – all of which took into account the tastes and thoughts of the bride-to-be.  Unfortunately, my main contribution – that it should be a Baltimore Ravens theme – got shot down.  I have no idea why – the bride’s favorite color IS purple, she’s from Maryland, and really, is there a girlier team than the Ravens?  Just kidding, Ray Lewis.  Please don’t kill me. 

In the process of getting a nacho bar approved as part of the food spread, I also noted some very distinguishing differences between men and women.  For us men,

1)                  It’s funny – not inconsiderate – to assign unwanted jobs to people that aren’t present. 
2)                  A party does not need decorations.
3)                  The only party that needs a theme is the Super Bowl party. 
4)                  A party only needs food and drinks.  Actually, just drinks.  If we want food, we invite girls.
5)                  The only people that you buy presents for are girlfriends and relatives.
6)                  The only time you buy presents are Christmas and birthdays – and only if they live within a 10 minute drive.  None of this giving baby shower gifts, bridal shower gifts, bachelorette gifts, having a bad day gifts, or it’s my 3rd month at my job gifts. 

I also saw how a group of women got together to carefully plan a party meant to celebrate an important event in one of their friends’ lives.  Every detail was discussed and every angle considered, and every decision made with sincere thought and consideration about what the bride – our dear friend – would like.  Above all, everyone was more than happy to help out to make sure no one was overburdened with cost or the work involved.  I saw firsthand how women are able to celebrate their friends in better ways than men (or maybe just I) can. 

Hugs, compliments, gift giving, and taking time to plan out a party to celebrate loved ones – these are things that men just don’t do.  And while we do demonstrate our friendship in really awesome and deeply moving ways, it took an afternoon in the life of a woman to also see the endearing nature of how the fairer sex considers and celebrates their friends.