New York: Day 1

Saturday, July 6

Who's ready for a trip to New York! Okay, here we go!

Ryan drove us to the airport early Saturday morning to catch our first flight from San Diego to Nashville. This has been our first trip in awhile. I think the last was two years ago when we went to Vegas for the T family reunion. One thing to note here, so I will always remember: the Southwest corridor of the San Diego airport stinks. There are literally no restaurants, so you're forced to go to the one little snack area to buy gross sandwiches and water bottles that total $30 for two people. $30! Somehow we always forget that, and we just figure we'll eat breakfast once we've checked in, and we always get screwed over that way. So future self, when you read this, get breakfast at home!

Okay, on to New York.

Our first plane was crazy full and we were in the last group to board so we didn't even get to sit together on the longest part of the trek. Luckily, we were in the middle of a group of kids and adults from Nashville who were returning from a Mexico missions trip, so that entire part of the plane was both sleepy and super nice. The flight was over three hours, but I'll admit it seemed to go much faster. I must have nodded off at some point because I was shocked to see (on the new Southwest tracker app that one of the missions trip chaperones showed me) that we were approaching Nashville already.

After a quick layover where we found ourselves in a real airport with real food (hello, Quiznos, I love you and your under $10 meals), we were back in the air for the second leg of the trip. The airplane gods were with us on this one, because for the second time in our lives we ended up on a super empty plane, so we were really able to sprawl out for the last two hours of the trip. 

Chris edited. I watched free TV shows on the Southwest app, monitored our progress to New York, and leaned over him frequently to look out the window.

We found Sarah waiting for us at La Guardia. Hurray, we were there! I pulled on a sweater since it was now evening and, you know, the east coast is obviously colder than California. Then we stepped outside and got hit with Palm Springs night weather. If you've ever been to Palm Springs you know exactly what I'm talking about, and if you haven't it's hot and sweaty with no wind and leaves you thinking, "How can it possibly be this hot at night?"

I took my sweater off. (And didn't put it on again all week.)

We took a taxi into the city. Taxi's have gotten fancy, we discovered. They now have credit card readers and TVs in the backseat. Using my maps app, I tracked our movement from the airport to our little accommodations in the city. Down Queens. Over the Manhattan Bridge. Up Mulberry. And there we were.

So... it wasn't all that great of a place. We were on a dark, cramped, one way street. The building across the street was completely covered in construction. The street was strewn with dumpsters and trash that hadn't made it in them. Chris had told us that we weren't living glamourously, we were just renting out a simple little two-bedroom apartment in Nolita. What he did not tell us? It was a fourth floor walk up with no elevator. (What I did not tell him? I will be requesting full descriptions and photos next time we rent out a place. Question # 1: How many flights up is it? Question #2: Elevator?)

When we'd finally lugged our suitcases up those stairs, we were all (more) sweaty and exhausted. 

The apartment was muggy when we finally got inside, so we cranked up the window coolers and did what anybody would do at 10pm after flying all day: we headed to the Empire State Building.

 So here's the deal with the Empire State Building, and this is something Chris told us beforehand: It's not that great. You wait in line for a long time. I'd read that the best time to do it is early morning or late night, which is why we decided it might be good to just get it out of the way the first night. It still took 4 hours to get to the top and back down. And really, the view isn't that great. (When we went to the Rockefeller Building later on that week, the views were much better and we didn't wait in line at all.)

We made it back to our apartment early the next morning, delighted to find that the window coolers actually worked and our little New York apartment was nice and cold. We decided to never turn them off all week, so it would always be cold when we returned. (Did I mention it was HOT?) We all had to take showers that night because we were so gross from the heat, and we discovered the shower had pretty much no water pressure. It was more of a dribble, which made trying to get all the shampoo out of long hair super fun. (Question #3: What's the water pressure like? And that and elevators are really the extent of my criteria for a rental.)

After that we hit the sack for a full day of New York, and I learned my first New York fun fact: Construction sometimes happens in the middle of the night on small, cramped streets in the city. Thanks, guys.

Home.

We're back from NYC! Oh, you didn't know we were gone? Yep! Details and more photos to come.

Bride + Groom + Bathtub = Awesome

We had our first wedding of the season this past Saturday up in Rancho Bernardo, and it was an amazing one to kick off the crazy summer wedding season!

Jessica and John were so fun and playful. When they tentatively asked if we could take a picture in the house's awesome bathtub, Chris and I were like, um, yes! We love taking weird photos! Weird photos always end up being the best photos, and come on, this photo is ridiculously epic. 

Also wanted to point out the chevron table runners. Man, I wish chevron had been a "thing" back when we got married! Ugh, it would have been awesome with our yellow and gray color scheme!

The end of the year.

At our last staff meeting of the year, we were asked to write two things on "the wall,"  a giant piece of butcher paper that serves as a sort of teacher exit ticket after each meeting.

The first thing we were to write was what we learned about ourselves this year.

I wrote: "I can do it." Big emphasis on the can.

The second part was what we learned about our students.

"There is good in them."

Sometimes it takes me awhile to come up with good, thoughtful answers for these type of things. But for these, I knew my answer within seconds. I was third to the wall to write my answers, only because the first two people were sitting right next to it.

How in the world did I get through this year? I still have no idea. For all practical purposes, someone like me, who hates to be in front of people, hates to be in charge, hates conflict, and, did I mention hates being up in front of people?-- someone like me shouldn't even consider teaching as an option. And yet I did, and I got through my first year, with the most ridiculous, crazy eighth graders to boot.

There was drama. There was conflict. There was a lot of me putting my foot down and having to put my  "mean teacher" face on to get them to settle down and learn. And there was a lot of me being in front of people. 130 little-ish people, every day.

I did it. For a whole year, I did it.

(But thank the Good Lord it's summer time now. I don't know how much more I could take.)

The part about their being good in them... I had my doubts for the first half of the year or so. I know the first year is generally the hardest for a new teacher and all, but I can confidently say this was no ordinary class. I've heard stories going all the way back to second grade of these kiddos and their shenanigans. These kids gave me grief every day. They were defiant. They talked back. They talked during lessons. They skulked and became sullen when they were required to work independently ("what do you mean, no talking?!"). They got angry when they received discipline for doing the most ridiculous of things that you would think no one would ever dream of doing in Algebra class.

This was no ordinary class of thirteen-year-olds. 

But now, and this may be the last week of school euphoria talking, I can say I really have enjoyed these kids. Despite all the craziness and the sleepless nights and frustrating arguments, there really is so much good in them.

They are helpers to the extreme. Anything that needed to be done, they all were raising their hands to volunteer. Or asking me ahead of time if I needed anything done. I didn't have to pass back papers, clean the board, or take out the recycling all year. (Super bummed I did most of my own filing though. Didn't think of doling that out till last week!)

They are super bright. They asked questions I would never have expected of 8th graders. They asked questions I'd never thought of. They came up with new methods of solving problems on their own. They cared about their grades (albeit some only when test day came along).

They're quirky and ridiculous, which is great because I'm quirky and ridiculous. They have said and done some of the funniest things I think I'll ever hear. I will forever remember the time in fifth period where someone said something that was just so random I couldn't help breaking my straight-face, down-to-business mode and the kids were just thrilled when I had to pause to laugh at the ridiculousness. I just stood there shaking my head and trying not to smile, but it was just too funny.

We have exactly one week left of school. Two more days of lessons this week, and three days of 8th grade activities, ending with the moving up ceremony next Wednesday night. And then they're gone. These 130 kids, whom I've fought with and fought for the past 9 months that have seemed more like 9 years, will move on to high school, and most of them I'll never see again.

That's so weird.

So here's to one more week of school. One more week of picking battles, practicing patience, and enjoying the laughs they bring.

One more week.

Friday Night

It's Friday night. I've been laying in bed since around 5pm, relishing in the fact that it is indeed Friday, and I can officially be sick. Got hit with some kind of weird sore throat in the middle of the Wednesday night, but one can't be sick on a Thursday. (One can cancel tutoring, however, and go home earlier than planned.)

Today I masked it as much as possible, but luckily I foresaw my voice dying early on in the day and prepared a short video for the kiddos to explain the mixture problems (with cute illustrations to boot). Mixture problems can be the bane of an Algebra teacher's existence. Luckily, my 8th graders are the types who, when told, "Okay, now, this is one of the most difficult concepts...", somehow rise to the occasion and declare about ten minutes into the lesson that this is in fact quite easy. I think they do it just to be contrary.

Of course, the reverse is also true: when I think they're going to have an easy day of it, all I get are panic-crazed thirteen year olds writhing around in the classroom.

Complicated mixture word problems? Sure!

Completing the square to solve a quadratic equation? Sounds easy enough!

Making a table of values to graph an equation? What is this dark magic you're trying to teach us?!

Sigh.

That reminds me of a story from this week. Whenever I have to get on a kid about being off task, the standard retort is, "But I wasn't talking!" No one seems to understand that it's not the talking, it's the off-tasking. Anyway, yesterday during a quiz (a no-talking no matter what time, obviously), one of the boys let out a sigh, along with saying the word, "sigh." I gave him the Look. And he said, "What? I was just sighing." Oh, how the lines get blurred when you're in 8th grade.

Chris and I just counted up the remaining weeks of school. Three full weeks + 2 days left! And there's a Memorial Day break of 4 school days thrown in there, too. Seriously, I don't even know what I'll do with my life this summer.

Iphone shots from the last few weeks:

We did a one-year-old shoot with the Saura family a couple weekends ago. It was nice being out on the beach early in the morning.

After the twins' shoot, Chris accompanied me to my kid's Math Field Day, which happened to be at a Catholic school/church where we shot Gabby and Bill's wedding last year. Chris wasn't so into the whole field day thing, so he found a quiet conference room to work in. Wish I could show the pics of the girls celebrating one of their wins, but I can't publish student photos on my personal blog.

My little garden continues to grow! Although I had to get rid of one of my lettuce plants because of an aphid infestation, the parsley continues to flourish. We bought a basil plant a couple weekends ago as well and it's looking good still, too. The cilantro's not doing a great job of growing back yet after I harvested some, though.

This was one of the most delicious smoothies I've made. Tried out dandelion greens for it, but the kicker was the lemon and lemon zest. Made it taste like a refreshing summery lemonade!

My little classroom one morning. I got there super early this morning to make sure I could get my copies done before anyone else got there. And I was beat by a sixth grade teacher by one minute.

Last Monday we got a random text from Jesse to come over for an impromptu poker night. So we did. Chris played, and I sat in the corner on a bean bag chair and did my lesson plans.

Last week I got on a crazy sleep pattern. I would fall asleep as soon as I got home, sleep for about four hours, and then wake up pumped. Got my work done from around 9pm-2am, then went back to bed and felt fine all day at school. This happened about three nights in a row before Chris complained that he didn't get to see me with this schedule. (I think he also added that, surprisingly, he missed me, the little stinker.)

Did I ever mention the cats just fawn all over Chris when he gets home?

Students like these have made this first teaching year better. :)

The other day was a flowery headband day.

And I got a real flower for Mother's Day from one of my students. I don't know if he really knew the meaning behind the holiday.

We shot this guy's one-year shoot, too.

As well as an engagement session in North Park, where Chris creeper style shot from behind this plant.

Jack continues to love drinking the shower water. He mews every morning for me to turn the water on for him, but he only likes it when it's hot.

Teacher Appreciation week  = gift cards, candy, and lotions. Plus a car wash certificate, because one of my students noted my car was really dirty! Ha!

Crazy sleeper.

And finishing up with an impromptu trip to Olive Garden. Chris met me after work and let me pick the place. Mmmmmmmm, chicken gnocchi....

Blog Update, what?

No, seriously. Somehow I've found myself with a "free" night.

On a Wednesday.

That's in the middle of the week, if you're counting.

So technically, I would't call it a free night. I should use it to get ahead on next week's plans, especially since next Thursday is my evaluation day by our principal. Which means I need an excellent, too-cool-for-school 8th grade-engaging, rocking lesson plan on completing the square. Because nothing says school's fun like completing the square.

Anywhos.

Here's some stuff that's been going on, per my photo stream.


I got to scrapbook over spring break! Just one little page, but I also got to start Project Life (a few months late).

We had house guests for about half an hour. I found these cuties wandering down Greenfield Drive on the Friday of spring break, and I couldn't leave them out on the street to get hit by a car! Animal control came to get them after they'd made themselves at home on our porch.

Jack did not like the houseguests. Sawyer wouldn't even come out to look at them.

 Guy's poker night/girl's craft night at the Holz's.

 Chris getting down and dirt at Becky and Kris Cowen's maternity shoot. We did the shoot in the same spot that we did our engagement pictures in three years ago, so that was cool.

Don't know why this picture is sideways. I turned it right side up in Photo Booth....

This one either. But this is me trying to get a pic of us both before it got too dark in the house. I don't like grainy pictures. Chris doesn't like being interrupted form his Batman game.

We've been really into spicy lemongrass pho lately. Luckily there's a place right down the street.

The days are longer again, thanks to spring. I love seeing light pour in the house at 6:30pm.

This is mine and Sawyer's nap spot.

Crazy kiddos at their maternity shoot.

Believe it or not, we had another houseguest within a week of the last two. This cutie was running around our condo complex. Chris and two other neighbors spent 45 minutes chasing down her brother who was not nearly as friendly.

Ha. They were only traumatized for the first ten minutes. When I checked on them again, they were at the screen getting friendly. They could totally handle it if we got a small dog.

Love him. On Matt, Donna, and James' family shoot/1 year shoot for James. That kid was serious.

Mornings. See Chris' hair in the background?

Trying to grow stuff on our porch this year and being much more successful than last spring. Although my basil and arugula kicked the bucket already, I've managed to grow tons of cilantro, and this spinach is starting to grow.

We saw West Side Story with the family in L.A. this weekend. It wasn't great, but it was a fun outing with our favorite people.

Today. My kids decided my outfit was cute today. So I snapped a picture of it.

Okay, that's enough goofing off for now. Gotta go find something fun to do while teaching how to complete the square.