New Favorite Radio Station

I don't know how I stumbled upon it but I happened upon the church's new radio station: radio.lds.org. I love listening to it at work! It has all kinds of music, programs, and good thoughts that help lighten my day at work. They do a lot of interview programs that involve interviewing people about things they do or experience in their life that can encourage us (the listeners) in our lives. It has done so much to draw me closer to my Savior and constantly help me refocus my life. What a great blessing it is to be able to have so much at our fingertips!

Cool Story:
While listening to the program, "Enduring It Well", I heard them begin to tell the life summary of their next guest for the program: Harold Wood, born in Holden, taught math, son of a postman, works in the Jordan River temple... and I thought to myself, "Hey! I know that guy! It's my Great-Uncle Allen! (My grandpa's brother) How cool is that!?! So I listened to the program as they interviewed him about coping with loneliness. It was great to be able to hear him talk about being single and elderly and staying involved in the gospel. He's such a great example.

For those of you that would like to listen to his interview, you can find it here.
It is Episode 13 - We Travel Not Alone - Harold Wood

Ready To Be Done

Today was the last day of classes.

For some of the girls in my cohort it was their last day of classes. Ever.

Oh, how I long to be in their shoes. Unfortunately, I still have 13 credits worth of classes to take care of during the spring/summer :(

While my fellow cohorts are closing up their last semester of classes, I look forward to two more terms during the summer :(

Isn't life miserable?

No, not really.

As I was pondering upon why I have to go to school spring and summer while my peers are done I thought back to the classes that I have taken. Do you know what I discovered? While my friends were all taking care of flex classes (classes to be taken any time during the El Ed program) I was busy taking dance classes. That's right. My extra semester of school in the summer has been caused by the opportunity I had to do something I LOVE. Looking back now as I face one more semester of school, I am glad I made the choice to continue in dance. I don't regret it and I would have done it again in a heartbeat.

Oh, how I wish I could dance still. Darn you, busy schedule! :(

So thus are my ponderous thoughts as another semester comes to a close.

George and Reba (Oh yeah, Lee Ann too)

I GOT TO SEE THEM!!!

I really have no words to describe the awesomeness of this concert. All I can say is if you took every possible moment of good music and extended it to be four hours long. that might come close to what my Saturday night was like.

The entire show was perfect. Reba is quite the character. You can tell she loves performing and she is soooo good at it. She plays around as she sings and enjoys herself. I loved it! For "Does He Love You" she brought Lee Ann back onto stage to sing it with her and it was indescribable, sooo incredible, and unrepeatable. Right before singing "Survivor" (the theme song for the show 'Reba') Barbara Jean came running onto the stage wearing a George Strait shirt and a Utah Jazz cape. It was HILARIOUS. They interacted with each other on stage just like on the show and it had everyone laughing. Reba's ultimate shining moment was her last song. She left the stage quite abruptly without warning while the beginning of the "Fancy" music video played. All of a sudden a big, plastic taxi was driving towards the stage and out stepped Reba in her red dress. I couldn't believe she was able to change so fast! It was the perfect ending to a perfect performance.
Then came King George!!! Augh!!! It was just ________________ (no words to describe it). Couple things about this concert compared to the last:
1. He seemed in a better mood tonight. Two years ago he stood on the stage and sang the songs. Saying only enough to introduce the next song. Saturday night he was joking and laughing and being a lot more animated when he sang. I can't decided which version of him I like better. Oh wait, I know. BOTH! No matter how entertaining he feels like being, his music is just down right AWESOME!!!
2. He spent a lot more time singing songs from his new album. In fact, he sang all but four of them, I think. Sorry, not really important info. Just goes to show that all of his songs, new and old, are the classics! His all-time best song, hands-down is from the movie, Pure Country: I Cross My Heart. It's a favorite in our family, so as soon as he struck the first chord of it, I called up my mom (it was 11:00 at night) and everyone back home gathered round as they all listened in on speaker phone. They were all waiting up to hear it. I hope everyone enjoyed listening.

So I can't continue talking about my weekend without mentioning General Conference.

It was kinda incredible to have two of my favorite events going on during one weekend. This conference was just as great as the others. Although there were a lot of good talks, my favorite part of conference was just the spirit that comes with it. I have to admit that it was a little difficult to go to the G&R concert because I knew the spirit wouldn't be there (NOT saying it was a dark and scary place, just saying that listening to G&R is a different spirit then listening to GC). Up in Salt Lake, my dad and I ran into a lot of priesthood-meeting-goers and it made me remember how incredible the spirit is when you are walking around temple square during conference.

Do you know what the absolute best part about conference is? Unlike, the G&R concert, I can go back and listen to it anytime I want to! I love that the very next day, the entire conference is posted on lds.org and I can listen to it all over again while I am at work or doing anything else. It is a good feeling to be able to go and listen to anything I missed or didn't get the chance to really appreciate.

Introducing.... Miss Wood

Hello Friends,

This is a photo of my new home for next year. Say hello to JR Smith Elementary in Heber, UT. Guess what folks, I GOT AN INTERNSHIP!!!

I'm so excited and nervous that I don't know whether to shout for joy or hide in a hole so that they cant' find me. Can you believe it? Me, a teacher, in my own classroom, with my own students, listening to their new teacher, me. AUGH!!!! I'm only slightly afraid of ruining these kids lives permanently but the other side of me is so excited to finally have my own classroom where I can figure things out for myself and just love the kids.

So here's the story:

After learning that I wouldn't be able to teach in Orderville, my life became full of questions and options. What do I do now? I could still apply for an internship or I could do student teaching. Here's the difference: an internship is teaching your own classroom all year long earning half of a teacher's salary. Student Teaching is, well, being a student teacher. You are in another teacher's classroom for a term learning how to be a teacher and then you go to another teacher's classroom and do it again for another term.

There were so many factors going into this decision. There were finances, graduation dates, transportation, housing, student loans, ability to work, and other things. Way too many to process at one point. So, I hit my knees and I prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed. I didn't think I was getting any answers and my time was getting short. I had to sign up for an interview on Monday and still no answer. I figured I would just interview and then decide afterwards. Now came the question as to which district. I had two mind: Nebo and Wasatch. As I was flipping through the district information packet, something about Wasatch just felt like home. So I signed up for an interview there.

Last night I started to get sick with anxiety. I have never been more nervous in my life. Why was I nervous? I wasn't even sure if I wanted to do an internship yet. Here's why I was nervous: I am afraid of failure. My whole life I have made up excuses to avoid admitting to people that I have failed at something. I was afraid of admitting to people that I wasn't as good as my peers who got internships. Ridiculous, right?

So there I was, sick to my stomach (which was empty because it couldn't hold anything down) and sitting at the end of a long table with four principals smiling back at me and asking me questions about my strengths and weaknesses of teaching. Surprisingly, I felt pretty good about how it went. But that was just my opinion. I could have been talking gibberish the whole time and getting weird looks from them and would have had no idea because I was so nervous!

After leaving the building, I should have regained my nerves, right? WRONG!!! All of a sudden, the thought ran through my head: "What if they actually gave me an internship? That would make me a teacher. Am I ready to be a teacher? What if I fail as a teacher and they are stuck with me all year?" The nerves came right back and I wanted to throw up again.

Around 3, I got the call. My phone rang and it was a '435' number. My stomach did about ten flips and I answered the phone. It was Mr. Brown, a principal, asking me questions about what kind of horses I like to ride. Seriously!?! Now was not the time to be talking to me about horses, now is the time to put my stomach at ease!!! (Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate his efforts to be friendly and interested in my life) Finally, he got to the point of the phone call. He told me that he wanted to offer me a position teaching at his elementary school, J. R. Smith Elementary!!!! It was at this point that I realized that my prayer had been answered. I definitely knew that I couldn't have done what I did during my interview on my own and I would never have picked Wasatch so quickly on my own.

So that's it folks, that is the story of me and my new teaching career. Actually, there are more details to the story but I realize that my engagement level at this point is quite low so I'll leave you with just this.

New Meaning to Ups and Downs

I have heard from numerous el ed teachers that teaching is always full of ups and downs and you learn to savor the few, precious moments that occur... much like motherhood. I believed them. I believed that teaching could be difficult and there would be times when I would ask myself why I am doing this because I would be so frustrated with the students. Haha, I was so naive. I had no idea what they were talking about.

For the past month I have been teaching in a 6th grade classroom. My teaching partner and I have been responsible for the education of 34 twelve year olds for four weeks now. Augh!!!

After teaching first grade, I thought this would be so easy. I have a twelve year old sister so trying to connect with the kids would be no problem. As far as I was concerned, I would make them think I was extremely "cool" and get them to follow my every command. (I'm having a hard time not laughing out loud as I write this) Let me just say, it doesn't work that way. I have learned the power of fear and respect. I have quickly learned that you cannot earn respect from 6th graders, you have to demand respect from them (especially the male gender).

So I spent the first two weeks of my teaching demanding respect from the students and making sure they knew that when I said something they better do it. After two weeks it was coming but not very well. (What else could 'stop talking' possibly mean other than don't talk!?!) Then one day, I found the missing ingredient. I taught a lesson on brainstorming ideas for their next writing assignment, an event with a family member. For the lesson I wrote all of my family members names up on the board and told the students they could ask me anything they liked about any family member. By the end of the lesson, I had all the students pretty much eating out of my hand. They wanted to hear every detail of the George Strait concert that my dad and I went to. It was great and I was loving every minute of it.

The next day, my management improved tenfold! I had established my expectations and the need to respect me, but I had shown them that I was an actual person with a life story and I wanted to share that with them and have fun in the process. This, my dear friends, was the upside of teaching. I was so excited that I had figured out how to be a teacher and I was actually getting good at it. I had finally rediscovered my desire to be a teacher again.

Well, apparently I needed a lesson in humility. The next week I got sick and had to miss school for one day. When I got back the students had done a complete 180. Or maybe it was me. I'm not really sure. All I know is that before I was sick, I was on a teaching roll. When I came back, the students had lost all and any respect/relationships I had earned/built with them. And here comes the downs again. I have now spent the last couple days battling with my students and myself to get back to where I was. It is so hard!!!

The moral of the story: Teachers and mothers are right when they say you have to cling to EVERY good moment that you have. Every time I get discouraged and want to give up on teaching I have to remind myself of that small window of time when the students and I were getting along and all was working out well.

As a side note, I got the sweetest note from one of my students today who told me how sad she would be when I leave this week and how much she wants to be a teacher just like me. Just one more 'small moment' to hold onto.

A Slight Catastophe

I had all these pictures to upload from my birthday to help you all see how fantabulous it was, but when I went to take my memory card out of my phone it was gone!!! I've dropped my phone multiple times in the past couple of days and I am assuming it fell out one of those times. :( So I have lost my photos, my videos, my ringtones, a few numbers, and other such things. :( This includes my favorite video of Benjamin dancing and saying"mmm, mmm, mmm" and all my photos from my birthday. :( Yes, this is just a slight catastrophe, :( And yes I am quite sad over it. :(

So I guess I will rely on your visualizing reading skills and my imagery writing skills to see if we can make this work...

Pretty much my birthday consisted of everyone spoiling me and showing me how much they really know me.

I woke up early to a breakfast of delicious waffles with strawberries and whipped cream from my lovely roommates. They also stayed up late the night before putting a birthday sign in my bathroom and decorating the kitchen with balloons and streamers. My favorite part was that they drew pictures on the balloons that represented me: such as a horse, boots and a cowboy hat, a ballerina, and a good lookin' cowboy winking his eye at me. How fantastic!!! To top off the morning, my dear sister, Heather, arranged to have our entire FHE group write me cards and sweet notes the night before and she put them into a larger card. Some of the notes were so fantastic, I just have to include a few...

- "I am not a grate writer, sew eye will just list pertinent things: watching you and Heather argue/have tiffs/admit you love each other, forgetting to resond to my texts, being the best co-chair ever..."

- "You have been such an example to me, probably more than you know (even thought you are opposed to having dogs in the house)..."

- "I have been informed that today is the anniversary of the day that you came into this world. How happy I am that this event transpired.."

- " I just want to say I'm glad that you were born. Welcome to being 22!"

- "Dear Terry/Terri/Tessie, I love you, even though you wouldn't rub my head while I was brain damaged. You're officially 4 years older than me."

- "A wise man once said something that was very inspirational and changed many lives. I am not that man and this isn't that inspirational message but I would like to leave you with a thought or two. Watch your top knot. Keep your powder dry. If your horse goes down, don't go down with it..."

Can you tell we all have great times together?

While I was teaching, the best surprise of all occurred. My dear, sweet mother entered my classroom with a big balloon, doughnuts, a huge bouquet of flowers, and a poster. She knew I was teaching a lesson on the different types of nouns that day so she made sure my card/poster had some pronouns, common nouns, and proper nouns and then she put some sticky notes on it for the kids to label each noun. Yep, she was definitely a teacher too. :) The kids were really excited to eat doughnuts and sing happy birthday to Miss Wood.

My dad blew my mind that night when he presented me with a gift wrapped in a towel and masking tape (surprisingly difficult to unwrap actually). Inside was a framed poster of George Strait and our tickets from the concert two years ago. Okay, I have to be honest, I wasn't really surprised at this gift. Lets just say I may or may not have dropped some hints that I wanted our tickets framed. I knew he still had our tickets and I knew he had bought a George Strait poster when we went to the concert and I knew he had already done something similar with Stephanie when they went and saw a play together. So I may or may not have prompted him to do this. Either way, it is the most fantabulous thing ever! It sits right above my bed and is a constant reminder that we get to see him again in only 6 days!!!

Aren't these dolls the cutest ever!?! My dearest friends Brittany and Oscar gave them to me in honor of my red hair and western ways. I absolutely love them!!!

My birthday ended with a most amazing dance party hosted by the most amazing girl ever: Jenesis. I haven't danced that much since, well, last years birthday party, dance bash. A birthday is just not a birthday without dancing!!! Thank you to everyone who came and made it so much fun!

The Important Things in Life

When I see things like this I have just one thought:
Who needs to know Algebra, Chemistry, or Spanish when you have these sweet skills!?!