Thursday, January 3, 2013

Halftime


Happy 2013 to all of our loyal Stories from Room 114 readers!

Amanda and I would like to thank all of you for taking part in this blogging adventure.  We appreciate all of your kind words and encouragement.

At this time, we are going to take a short break from blogging to focus on turning our stories into a book, but we promise to be back soon!

-Lisa

Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from our families to yours!  

-Lisa and Amanda

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The little things


If you ever need a pick-me-up, a child is a good person to boost your self-esteem or lighten a mood.  There are days that you feel like you look as if you just rolled out of bed, but a little girl will come up and say she likes your shirt or your hair looks extra pretty.  There are days where you didn’t sleep well the night before and are counting down the minutes until 3:45, and then there is a boy who gives you a giant smile and a sweet “good morning” as he walks through the door.  There are days that you just can’t believe it’s only Tuesday, and then the kids are especially well-behaved.  These are some of the perks of being a teacher. 

The kids at BEST knew how to display random acts of kindness.  For a period of time, there was a string of pay it forward kids.  I have no idea who they are, but they would leave me notes and wouldn’t sign a name.  Now, being the smart teacher that I am, I could decipher the child through their handwriting, but it’s honestly more fun to not know who is leaving the sweet notes.  Around Halloween, there was “The Riddler.”  He or she left a bucket of candy on my desk with a cute little poem.  The Riddler later popped up a few more times with more notes; I sure do miss the extra candy!

Another example was the little girl who told me that she left a note on my jumbled desk.  The note said not to read the message out loud, but that the child just wanted to let me know I was a great teacher and so important to them.

So many of our students have had to grow up quicker than we had to when we were young.  Childhood isn’t quite what it used to be.  This unfortunate circumstance is sometimes because mom or dad has to work three jobs to support the family, so the children are fending for themselves.  Other times, our babies have witnessed horrible conditions and experiences that we could never dream of ourselves.  Whatever the case, the hard times have not brought our children down, at least not the children in Room 114.  Instead, they are striving and they are learning to treat others the way that they want to be treated.  They are not expressing feelings of want or downheartedness.  Instead, they want to brighten someone else’s day.  That’s part of the beauty of childhood, and I hope that more adults can catch this spirit of joy.

-Lisa

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Looking for a sense of peace


First of all, I have to speak for both Amanda and myself and say that our hearts are broken after yesterday’s news.  Sandy Hook Elementary underwent an unthinkable tragedy; one that no adult or child should ever have to experience.  After hearing the story, you have to sit back and really look at the world we live in today.  President Obama said it best when he said that we have been through this too many times. 

The unimaginable happened yesterday in Newtown, Connecticut.  Upon hearing the news, I thought that could be any of us.  While Amanda and I were at BEST, we were placed on lockdown for a number of reasons.  As we have said before, our school was an old hospital.  We only used half of the building, which covered four floors.  The other half of the building, which was closer to eight to ten floors, was left vacant.  At one point, a couple years ago, we were told by administration to be on alert because people had broken into the vacant half of the building and were working their way through to our side.  Our school had twenty four hour, seven days a week security, but we still needed to be careful.

On one ordinary Wednesday afternoon, our lockdown signal was called over the PA system.  Now, we had two lockdown signals; one signal was for a severe emergency, which meant to lock the doors and hide the kids, and the other signal meant there was a lesser emergency and to keep the kids in the classroom.  The signal on that Wednesday was severe.  I remember that on that day Amanda was subbing in another classroom, and it was just twenty-seven second graders and me.  I did a quick sweep of the hallway since our classroom was close to the bathroom, locked the door, slid our green safety card into the hallway, and told the kids to get near the coatrack.  Someone outside would still be able to see us if they looked through the window, but not through our classroom door.  I can remember to this day that there were some girls who were frightened and started to tear up and others that saw the lockdown as a game.  I kept the kids close and asked them to be quiet.  I had no idea what was going on at that time and what kind of danger could be outside our door.  By the grace of God, we were safe and the people who had been roaming around our building never made it inside.  We had been put on lockdown for our protection because the people had been spotted. 

I pray for peace for the families and community in Newton, Connecticut.  I will hug my students a little tighter come Monday morning, and I will remind them that I love them.  I once had a little one tell me that she loved me like a teacher.  Well, I love them like my own babies and promise to keep them safe.

-Lisa

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Christmas miracle


During this time of the year, we do a lot of Christmas projects. Being that there are a lot of different spiritual beliefs, we tend to leave religion out.  We don't want to offend anyone or make anyone feel uncomfortable, especially for the young ones who don't fully understand what it is all about!

As we were preparing to do a Christmas writing "What Christmas Means To Me", the kids brainstormed and made a list of what they felt Christmas was all about. As we began the list, students said things like "presents, candy, toys, lights, and one student even surprised me and said "it's a time of giving!"  This was a very important statement for a second grader.

As the list was almost completed, Asiah* raised her hand. Upon being called on, Asiah said " you guys forgot one important thing!" No one knew what she was about to say.  "Christmas is about Jesus being born. The day miracles happened!" I stood there both stunned and amazed at the answer as well as the serious look of a 7yr old. The classroom was quiet and out of nowhere a student shouted " Asiah's answer is the best!!!" I smiled and simply said "Yeah, it was pretty amazing."

The beauty of teaching is that every day is a new challenge, a new success, a new memory, and a new miracle! You never know what to expect but the unexpected makes you remember why you chose teaching in the first place!

-Amanda

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!


While I love to go all out for Halloween, Thanksgiving is Amanda’s holiday.  During our five years at BEST, Amanda would always plan and cook to prepare for the big Thanksgiving party.  The kids would know that we were having a Thanksgiving party, but never expected what was planned for them. 

See, Amanda doesn’t know how to do anything halfway and because we never knew what kind of Thanksgiving our kids would have in a couple short days Amanda went all out.  We never had a Thanksgiving dinner; it was a feast. 

As our last day together before Thanksgiving break came to a close, Amanda would sneak out and start bringing in her supplies:  tablecloths, chafing dishes, and all of the Thanksgiving staples.  My job was to keep the little monsters distracted and contain their curiosity.  Once Amanda was all set up, we would tell the kids that our classroom family was going to share in Thanksgiving together.  As the kids would prepare to line up for the buffet, there was always at least one child who requested that we say grace.  Just as we’ve said in other posts, we would never ask or tell our kids to pray, but we weren’t going to deny them that option either.  Then, finally, it was time to feast!  Amanda pulled out all of the stops:  rolls, green beans, potatoes, and, of course, turkey.  My job was to supply dessert, which consisted of sugar cookies that we decorated to look like turkeys.  While the kids ate, our classroom was always filled with excited conversations and lots of laughs.  That’s how you bring in a holiday in Room 114.   

Looking back at these five Thanksgivings that Amanda and I spent with our Room 114 family warms my heart.  I feel that we showed our monsters that we really were a family who would celebrate together, learn together, play together, succeed together, fight together every now and then, and make memories together that we will never forget.

-Lisa

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Does this tickle?


As Amanda and I have already said, special little monsters frequented Room 114.  We had a boy this past year who would give Blue a run for his money. 

Robert* had ADHD.  During the first few weeks of school, Robert was contained.  His mother had warned Amanda and me over and over that Robert took medicine, but that his behavior could still be a problem.  Amanda and I were fully prepared with our arsenal of tricks, but there were no issues.  It was as if the boy Robert’s mother described was a different child than the one who showed up to Room 114.  Until one day, Robert’s switch flipped, and he was practically running around the room one second and then sitting still and doing his work the next.

One day, I happened to be standing near Robert explaining two-digit addition problems.  All of a sudden, Robert jumped up on his chair, tickled me under my chin, and asked if that tickled.  I had to look at the other kids and laugh.  Of course, I wasn’t laughing at Robert.  It was the mere fact that this is my life.  Honestly, I wouldn’t trade my life and my job for another, but sometimes you just have to look around, shake your head, and laugh that these are the occurrences that you’re getting paid for.

-Lisa