Pleated Skirts, Weird Words, & Motivation

Last week, I hit the peak of my young 21 years on this earth when a student decided to let me in on what they truly thought of me:

“Ms. Regan? You kind of remind me of a grandma. I mean, you dress like a grandma and use big words… but, like, it works.”

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My “grandma” outfit

You guys. I have done it. My dreams have been realized. Finally, the pinnacle has been reached. You see, that statement to me wasn’t an insult or a way to point out the ever-sprouting gray hairs on my head (they’ve done that too though, don’t worry); instead, it was a reminder that I am on the right track to becoming the teacher I’ve always wanted to be, cardigans and all.

Though this student in particular was referencing my wardrobe and overuse of the word “precious,” his statement warmed my heart for another reason. I believe wholeheartedly in using the grandma style “teaching” method. Sugata Mitra referenced this style in his TED Talk titled “The Child-Driven Education” and argues for its integration into education everywhere. The basis of the grandma method is this: be present, but let the children guide themselves. Your job is not to tell students what they need to learn, but to instead question and pry to see what they are truly interested in learning. In this model, teachers are called to stand behind children and the material while asking lots of questions and praising the efforts being made. If students are encouraged to think for themselves and lead their own education, they will be more engaged and truly learning.

I can hear the cries of outrage already; how can teachers possibly buy into this? How can we expect students of all people to want to learn and feel the internal drive to do so? What about rewards and punishment? We feel the need to control pulling so hard that sometimes it’s easy to give in; even as I write what I know is true, I can still feel my past traditional education whispering that there is no way this will work. However, it’s nice to have some science behind me. Mitra’s TED Talk focused on the grandma method, but Daniel Pink’s “The Puzzle of Motivation” hit home when discussing extrinsic vs. intrinsic motivation. Do rewards even work? No, he argues, stating that there is a massive mismatch between what science knows and what businesses (and, I would argue, schools) do. The system of reward and punishment doesn’t work and can instead lead to harm. What we function in now, according to Pink, is trying to convince students to work in a system of compliance and expect them to be excited about it:

Traditional notions of management are great if you want compliance. But if you want engagement, self direction works better.

Isn’t that true for you? For me, I know it is. I am more excited and willing to go the extra mile for things that I love instead of things I am told to do. Pink states many studies in which higher incentives led to worse performances, so why do we continue to believe the false notion that kids must be extrinsically motivated when we all have drive and ambition within us?

Mitra says “if children have interest, then education happens.” Why, then, do we continue to shut the door on their interests and push our own agenda? If we want students to be thinkers and learners, we must open our eyes to the truth and allow them to explore their own intrinsic motivation. Step aside and let the information find its way into the minds of your students.

Embrace your inner grandma. Wear those cardigans and pleated skirts with pride. After all, “like, it works.”

 

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It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? #imwayr 9/18/17

 

imwayr-2015-logo.pngHappy Monday, all!

This post is coming to you later than usual this Monday because, well, life. This past week has been an absolute whirlwind. Between the loads of homework and a surprise visit from friends this weekend, I feel like I came into today crawling. I’m exhausted, still have homework to go tonight, and a lot of presentations/papers to come this week. Do I hear May calling yet?

Despite the pity party seen above, I cannot wait to share with you the books I devoured this week. My reading was all over the board, which led to some really interesting takeaways. I’m just going to begin by saying that all of these books will be found in my classroom library. In fact, I’m ordering on Amazon Prime right now; they are that great, people.

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This week, my book choices were nearly all recommendations from my fabulous classmates. Awkward was recommended to me by my friend, Nicky Banzhaf. She told me it was one of her favorite graphic novels, and I must say, it ranks right up there for me too. Awkward follows Penelope – Peppi – as she begins at a new school. After a bad first impression with a kind boy in the hall, Peppi tries to find her place in the new school by throwing herself into her favorite hobby – art. But, when the principal decides to take the club fair booth away from the art club and give it to the science kids, an all-out war takes place. Peppi finds herself caught in the middle of the crossfire while trying to find a way to make up for her awkward encounter with Jaime, the quiet science lover she hasn’t been able to apologize to yet. As Peppi searches for a way to say sorry and bring the clubs back together, she finds that maybe some rules must be broken in order to make middle school worthwhile (including collaborating with the science club). (4.5/5)

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Pedro & Me was an unexpected find for me as I dug through the shelves at our campus library. This story follows Pedro and Judd’s friendship, which began on the set of MTV’s The Real World: San Francisco. Judd beautifully outlines the friendship he and Pedro shared and discusses the legacy Pedro left behind as an HIV-positive AIDS educator. Through his time on the show, Pedro was able to teach millions of viewers from all over the world about what it means to be HIV-positive and how your life changes in the wake of that shattering news. This novel details Judd’s journey and Pedro’s impact he left with the world. Heartbreaking and full of love, this novel left me in tears. Pedro & Me is important; this will be a graphic novel I will be book talking for years to come. (5/5 – I would 1,000% recommend everyone read this; if nothing else, you will learn and grow throughout the reading)

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Dental problems weren’t something I had to deal with growing up, but the same can’t be said for sweet Raina in Smile. Being a teenager is confusing as it is, but add in the external pressures of looking a certain way and drama and suddenly you have a very full plate. This is what Raina experiences as she goes through both middle and high school. Told from the author’s own personal experiences, Smile is a story that explores the difficult years of adolescence with the added difficulty of dental work – and I mean a lot of dental work. From fake teeth and headgear to friends who aren’t all that friendly, Raina navigates her way through school and finally finds a way to smile. Guys, this book is another must (I feel like I say that for nearly all these books, but oh well – I am a book pusher). Raina’s story gets to the heart of everyone’s awkward years and reminds us that the most important thing we can be is ourselves through it all. (4.5/5)

I did a lot of reflecting after reading these novels because there truly is a lot of value and worth in them. I cannot stress this enough: find these and read them. They are so worth it.

Here’s to a great week of reading and (hopefully) catching up on sleep!

 

Peeling Back The Layers — Week 3

Growing up, I was fascinated by my grandma’s wooden Matryoshka doll set.

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Not only was the exterior of these dolls gorgeous, but they also held a surprise within. Inside each doll was another doll, a size smaller, waiting to be discovered. I still remember the first time I uncovered the secret of the doll. I was delighted; a secret I was finally let in on! What looked like simply one doll was actually many, and my new favorite hobby became taking them all apart and putting them back together as one.

Though I haven’t seen my grandma’s Matryoshka doll set in a long time, I was reminded of it last week as we discussed unit creation. Unpacking the structure of the unit felt like pulling apart the doll set. Units, like a Matryoshka doll set, begin with a big picture or topic you want the class to explore. Under the umbrella of topic, you move on to the weekly plan and then the more specialized day-to-day lesson plan, uncovering narrowly defined goals of what you want your students to learn with each layer you peel back. As the teacher, you also have the responsibility of selecting the right Matryoshka set; do you prefer to move by genre or by time period? Do you prefer to look at the big question during inquiry units or go thematically? Once that is decided, you move on to the activities you want students to engage in and complete. The unit is yours to mold – how cool is that?

Prior to last week, I hadn’t really considered unit plans at all. I know this sounds crazy since I’ll be in the classroom in a few months, but to be fair, I never thought I would make it to this point. Last week really cleared up a lot of questions I had lingering about how to organize and implement a plan. Knowing how to go from the massive, scary unit plan all the way down to the bare building blocks for a class period makes it all seem more manageable. Using mentor texts and mini lessons also, in my opinion, creates a space for students to learn and grow without becoming overwhelmed or moving too quickly.

One of the most eye-opening pieces to last week’s discussion was the fact that the unit is ours. Not the administration’s, not the math teacher’s down the hall, but ours and the students’ alone. Though we may be required to teach certain things, we have the opportunity (or, I would argue, the responsibility) to frame them in a way that works within our classroom. We can design and pick our own Matryoshka doll set to implement and unpack that will set the tone for our class and benefit our students. How empowering is that?

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I want to be the teacher with the most engaging set of lessons and units. I hope that, soon, when my students are filing into the classroom, they feel as excited about uncovering the layers of the unit as I was at grandma’s house. Education should be an experience that both answers and gives questions while uncovering beauty; I want to make it that way.

 

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? #imwayr 9/11/17

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Greetings, fellow bookies!

It seems strange to me that the fourth week of my senior year has already begun; after this week, I will be a a quarter of the way through my final semester in Chadron. I’m not sure how I feel about this yet, but I can tell you that I will spend this year feeling 10 steps behind and sprinting to catch up. Thank goodness for my fun reads to keep me sane!

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First up this week was Phoebe and Her Unicorn, a laugh-out-loud story full of sarcasm and sweetness. My friend, Carlie, dropped this on my table recently, and because of this, I knew this one was a must read. Let me tell you what, Carlie did not disappoint. I literally lol’ed multiple times throughout this novel. Phoebe is searching for a best friend when she finds Marigold Heavenly Nostrils staring at herself in the pond. This narcissistic unicorn and quick witted 4th grader pair up to take on the world (or at least the dark and piano lessons) together. This sassy, heartwarming graphic novel is a must read for those of us who appreciate true friendship and the ability to love those who are not like us. (4/5)

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When I first began Relish, I was hooked. Lucy Knisely takes readers through her past with the help of food and the senses. From attempting (and failing) to make the perfect croissant to sneaking out for the greasy deliciousness that is McDonalds before her father woke up, Knisely’s graphic memoir is everything I didn’t know I needed. Her ability to tie senses and food to so many growing experiences is quite frankly amazing, I had to pause many times throughout the narrative to compare experiences I didn’t remember; suddenly the bowls of soup my cousin, Jaden, and I burnt the roofs of our mouth eating on Christmas Eve rushed to my mind, bringing out a wave of nostalgia and a frantic “remember that time” text. Food is something we can all relate to, and I love the numerous ways Knisley engages those memories and senses throughout this text. From the graphics to the life experiences shared, Relish knocked it out of the park and made me hungry every step of the way. (5/5 – Must read!)

pagepaige.jpgLaura Lee Gulledge’s Page by Paige was a graphic novel I literally devoured. Out of everything I have read so far this semester, the storyline of this novel aligns most with my reading tastes. Being a teenager is hard enough, but after Paige moves to New York City, she finds herself completely alone in an unfamiliar place. With the help of her secret sketchbook, Paige begins to gain confidence in herself and her art. As Paige begins to feel more “Paige-ish,” her parents begin to question where the old Paige went and why she left. Feeling as though she can’t make everyone happy, Paige finds herself opening up and revealing herself – her true self – for possibly the first time ever. Love, art, and new adventures abound in this book. (4.5/5)

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Though not a graphic novel, I spent my free time at home this past weekend reading Tim Federle’s The Great American Whatever after receiving a recommendation from a friend. I’m not finished yet, but I can already tell you it’s classroom library worthy.

 

Happy reading!

The Week of Twitching

My eye twitched for 5 days straight this past week.

Beginning Wednesday afternoon, my left eye started having twitching spasms. The twitching got so bad my middle school kids commented on it (darn those boogers – they catch everything, I swear). But why, you may ask? What led my eye to begin to twitch uncontrollably when it had never done this before? It wasn’t an overdose of caffeine or a weird issue with my contacts. I can narrow it down to one particular cause: stress.

You see, I knew being a senior in college was going to be stressful. I have a lot on my plate at the moment; between the looming cloud of student teaching and my hours of work, it can all become a bit overwhelming. However, those factors didn’t play into the twitching of last week. Instead, the twitching started when I felt my values being tossed away. The stress came from sitting in a classroom, listening to a professor lecture on assessment and numbers. It was being told that my future classroom wouldn’t be tough or rigorous enough. It was a by-product of already feeling the need to assign numbers to my students’ heads that I haven’t met yet, pricing them on whether they are “good” enough. It was watching an entire class be taught to measure students. It was, to put it bluntly, the unfair practices of education being brought to fruition for a group of 30+ future teachers.

There are parts of assessment that make sense to me. In order to know what our students need from us, we must be able to assess how they are doing in the class. But to say that we must assign a number value to each student seems to be a futile practice. No two kids will write the same way; does that make one student a “good” writer and the other an awful one?

We put a large amount of emphasis on a single moment in time and neglect to realize that our students are walking into our classroom every day from something else. One student could be coming from a stable home while another was up caring for her siblings all night because her parents were no where to be found. Playing the comparison game is an unfair way to judge our students’ performance. Penny Kittle’s thoughts mirror mine in her article “No Evidence of Achievement:”

Our days are numbered: as teachers, as human beings. Will we waste our time comparing one child to another – pretending that the myriad of life experiences each brings to their desk has no bearing on their performance that day? Will we continue labeling and numbering children to determine where they fall short, even when we know that encouragement and love will move them forward faster and more humanely than this beating with scores and labels and inappropriate expectations?

Being a teacher is a big job title to fill. Each day, kids will walk into my classroom and need something from me. It’s my job to give them what they need to be successful, because I quite literally have their life in my hands. Students give pieces of themselves as they write and speak; I think it’s time we get back to the foundation of Language Arts and build something our students can flourish in.

As I stress about the numbers and how to create an environment where kids don’t feel less than, I am reminded of the foundation we outlined for LA: we read, we write, we talk. If we do more of that and less trying to squeeze everyone into the same box, less kids would walk away feeling worthless.

 

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? #imwayr 9/4/17

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Happy Labor Day, all! I hope you spent your weekend doing whatever relaxes you most to celebrate.

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As a college student, I think it’s expected of me to go home this weekend. My plans didn’t synch up with the schedule, though, and I ended up staying in Chadron over the weekend. To celebrate the much needed 3 day break, I spent a day in Rapid catching up with a student teacher friend placed up there and also watched a lot of Netflix (NCIS for the win!).

I also made sure to carve out some solid reading time this weekend. One thing I love about reading is the ability it has to relax me. I could be having the worst day of the week, but spending some time reading allows me to escape for just a brief period and regroup a bit. After the stressful week I had, this sounded like a great opportunity for me to really take some time for myself.

The toughest choice for me this week was deciding what to read. Between book recommendations from Dr. Ellington and numerous classmates, I had graphic novels coming out my ears! After narrowing down my choices, I settled down to read under the Christmas lights.

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El Deafo was one of my choices for the week. Cece Bell wrote this book based on her own childhood experiences. When she lost hearing at the age of 4, Cece had a lot of life changes to adjust to. Suddenly, things that are challenging for some prove to be increasingly difficult for Cece. Between starting classes at a new school and trying to find friends who treat her the way she deserves to be treated, this graphic novel explores growing pains we all experienced while giving readers the added perspective of going through them under different circumstances. Cece struggles to accept the Phonic Ear device and sees it as a repellant of possible friends. However, with some help from Batman and true friends, Cece is able to realize her own superpowers.

El Deafo guides readers through the life of Cece in a way that is both heartbreaking and funny. Bell’s plea for acceptance and love is heard throughout and rings true to my educator heart. This book served as a window into he life of a person growing up deaf, which is something I have not experienced myself. Bell’s stories provided me with insight into what her life looked like while also telling readers that not all children with hearing issues will go through the same things. This humorous graphic novel should be on everyone’s must read list.

Little Robot by Ben Hatke was unlike anything I’ve ever read before. I can say that because the amount of words in this graphic novel is less than the amount in this blog post alone (this is not at all scientific, but it has to be close). What it lacks in words it makes up for in graphics and the storyline. When the little robot finds himself outside of the factory, he knows he is in trouble. The world is confusing (amen, little guy), but with some guidance from his new-found friend wielding tools, he just might make it. Can they escape from the evil yellow robot that is bound and determined to find them?

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This story reminded me what it is like to have the heart of a child. Little robot’s friend is unflinchingly loyal, always promising to return and never giving up on the rescue efforts. This friend tries their best to create an environment they believe little robot wants to live in, even if that means creating other robots from scratch. The friend teaches little robot how to walk and helps fix his parts when he needs it. The friend is hurt when little robot seems as though he wants to leave and tries to remedy the situation by creating more robots so he is “not alone” (85). Children see differences as beauty instead of seeing them as something that needs to be corrected.

I’m a little sad to say that these two books are the only ones I read completely through this week. I have two other graphic novels in the works right now, and I’m looking forward to finishing them this upcoming week!

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Happy reading, all!

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? #imwayr 8/28/17

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It’s the second Monday of the school year, and I am already beat. This past week has been nothing but go, go, go for me, and instead of entering this week refreshed, I am dragging myself forward at the speed of a turtle. I can already tell this week is going to require some serious caffeine and determination.

AND some serious bookage (is that even a word? If it isn’t, I think it should be.). You guys. I am ashamed to say it, but my reading life is looking a bit dismal at the moment. My days are filled with boiling classrooms, stiflingly hot rayon shirts (darn my habit of not actually reading the fabric before buying online), and middle schoolers. I need to get back into the habit of reading for fun instead of reading as a chore. Feel free to drop any and all reading suggestions below – I’m always up for a new adventure!

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This week, I read This One Summer written by Mariko Tamaki and illustrated by Jillian Tamaki. This was my first taste of graphic novels, and I must say, I am impressed. Wow – who knew pictures could enhance a story line so much? The story showed depth and explored real questions teens have. Readers follow the lives of Alice and Windy, two city girls who spend their summers beachside in Awago. Awago Beach has always served as a refuge of sorts for Alice, but this summer is different. Between Dunc, the boy harboring a secret that could potentially change his life forever, and her parents’ fighting, Alice’s summer is nothing like the past. The most heartwarming part of this novel is Alice and Wendy’s friendship. Through thick and thin the girls have each other to lean on, which is refreshing. This graphic novel doesn’t shy away from tough subjects, including (but certainly not limited to) depression, miscarriage, teen pregnancy, gender stereotyping, and the ever-uncomfortable teen years. With beautiful illustrations and a solid plot line, this is a graphic novel I would recommend to anyone looking to crack into a new book.

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I also finished up Huntley Fitzgerald’s YA novel What I Thought Was True this week. If you consider yourself to be a fan of happy endings and YA love, this is a book for you. Gwen Castle wants two things: to escape the life she was born into and to forget what happened with Cassidy Somers, the dreamboat transfer. As Gwen grapples with her version of the past and Cassidy’s constant presence as an out-of-place yard boy on the island, she struggles to define reality and escape what she believes to be the biggest mistake of her life. Can she let go and move on? Or will she be stuck in the past, refusing to acknowledge that a future is there for her to take? First love, summer, and swoon-worthy moments fill the pages of this novel. This is one of my favorite summer reads of 2017.

 

 

 

Jitters & Joy – Confessions of a Senior

You know the moment when all of your dreams and big plans are right at your fingertips? When the dream you have been chasing for years is suddenly so close you can see it? That’s where I am right now.

I’m not sure how, but I’ve made it. As of August 21st, I have officially embarked upon my Professional Year at Chadron State College. I have 15 weeks left of being the student sitting at a desk before I transition into being the (sorta) professional person at the front of the classroom. In 15 short weeks, I will have students whose learning and hearts are in my hands; if that doesn’t make a girl nervous, I’m not sure what will.

Even though I am anxious, I also am bursting with excitement. Seriously. The dream that I have been steadily moving towards is finally on the horizon. Reading and writing have always been passions of mine, and I am so excited to share those passions with my future students.

But how do I share these passions? What am I responsible for teaching? Knowing? Being a master of? After discussing these questions in class, I realize that I have a lot of growing to do in the next 15 weeks. I want to equip myself with as much knowledge as possible prior to jumping in the big, scary ocean that is teaching. This week, my Special Methods class worked together to create a list of visions and values we want to design our classroom experience from. I found this to be beneficial, so I’ve adopted some of these and added a few of my own into a list of visions and goals for my future classroom. I want to share on this blog in order to hold myself accountable; after all, if I’m asking my students to do extra work and actively put their best foot forward, I too should do that.

Ms. Garey’s learners will:

  • Show respect towards each other and themselves; they will understand that their thoughts matter and will respect the thoughts that don’t always align with theirs.
  • Experience personal transformation; reading and writing is unique in the fact that it can directly lead to personal reflection and transformation. I want to see that.
  • Feel free to use their new found knowledge for their own purposes – not mine.
  • Discover their personal likes and develop as both readers and writers.
  • Find and develop their voice.

At the end of the day, I want to provide a safe space for students to learn and grow. I want to learn from them. I want to be the most effective teacher possible and, if I truly want that, I need to spend the next 15 weeks digging into the research and techniques and strategies to see what works and what doesn’t.

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You guys. I am pumped. Knowing that I am this close to having my own classroom is both terrifying and exhilarating. Teaching is an important profession, and it is one I am proud to align myself with. I care about my future students and want to be the best teacher I can be for them. After all, I remember being the shy girl with bangs and a stuffed teddy bear, sitting quietly on the first day of school. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without the love and guidance from teachers over the years. It’s finally my turn; bring on senior year.

Here’s to a great Professional Year!

 

-Ms. Garey

To those that play with or against my brother.

I almost cried sitting in the bleachers at my old high school tonight.

The sound of old pop songs blaring through the speakers welcomed me back home along with lots of hugs and questions about school. I chatted politely with people as I impatiently waited to watch the JV boys game. I promised Kellan, my younger brother, I would make it to a basketball game over break, and it was finally happening.

His 2 minutes of fame finally rolled around, and I was again reminded of how much I love the sport of basketball and the area I grew up in. Kellan has always loved basketball, but I wasn’t ever sure I would be able to see Kellan play in an actual game. Kellan has Down syndrome, and with no Special Olympics nearby, I always assumed that his basketball career would end just as soon as it started. I never thought I’d see him wear a Medicine Valley jersey let alone play during a high school basketball game. I believed his basketball career would consist of time spent with my siblings and me in the high school gym. I can’t tell you how many hours he spent running up and down the court those weekends, but I can tell you that basketball was (and still is) his passion. Watching him on the court today brings me more joy than you can imagine.

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That being said, I wanted to write this blog to really say thank you.

To Kellan’s teammates, thank you x100. Thank you for opening your arms and hearts to Kellan. Thank you for treating him with respect and accepting him. I have been out of school long enough that I don’t know all of you and you don’t all know me. That’s what makes this even more amazing- you’re loving Kellan even though you never knew my siblings and me. Kellan talks about practice and you boys more than you could ever imagine. The time he spends with you is his favorite part of the day. Thank you for being a support system. Thank you for letting him have time to shine. Thank you for always helping him when he needs it. He loves you so much; thanks for letting him truly be a part of a team.

To those that play against Kellan, simply saying ‘thank you’ will never be enough. You are absolutely amazing. As his big sister, nothing gives me more joy than to see him doing what he loves. I cannot put into words how much it means to me that you show him respect. You all play a huge role in helping his dream come true. Thank you for allowing him to shoot as many times as it takes to make a basket. Thank you for cheering just as loudly as the home crowd does when he makes a shot. Thank you for allowing him to occasionally foul and not getting upset by it. Thank you for accepting his hugs instead of high fives following the game. I have so much respect for all of you, and I want you to know that.

When I started this post, I mentioned the water works that threatened to break lose at the game tonight. As I sat in the stands, my eyes kept flickering back to the opposing team’s bench. You don’t normally see players cheering for their opposing team, but that’s exactly what was happening. Players from South Loup (the opposing team) were cheering louder and more animatedly for Kellan than some people that actually knew him; how incredible is that? These teenage boys who have never met Kellan were cheering him on and celebrating his success. Some even hugged him following the game. And this isn’t a one time thing; in fact, it happens nearly every time Kellan plays. The sportsmanship demonstrated by opposing teams is unbelievable. It’s something we can and should learn from.

I tear up every single time I see Kellan step on the court in a jersey. As he has continued to play, it’s become evident that basketball helps to bridge the gap between Kellan and others. It’s more than just a sport, and I am forever thankful that we live in an area full of teams that are supportive of Kellan and his desire to play.My only hope is that you boys understand how much of an impact you have on my brother. He is happiest when he’s playing basketball; thank you for allowing him to do so. My heart bursts hearing him excitedly talk about his games. You are all creating an environment of love and support that is helping Kellan grow. Win or lose, I hope you all walk off the court with a sense of satisfaction and happiness knowing how much your actions have meant. You all have my respect and love.

-RG

NaBloPoMo- An Adventure

Well, this is it. Today is November 30th, which signifies the end of 2016’s NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). Where did the month go?

November seems to have almost passed by in a blur. I feel like just yesterday I was posting my first blog for the month, anticipating what would come from my time full of blogging. As the days went on, I became more enraptured in the process. Blogging became therapeutic for me, the perfect way to end each day. Thoughts came spilling out as I typed; it was freeing.

NaBloPoMo has been an absolute adventure. I know that sounds cliche, but it’s honestly how I feel. Some days came easily and words flowed out. However, that wasn’t always the case. On days when I had writer’s block, I had to push through. I knew that a post needed to be made every day, whether it was perfect or not. NaBloPoMo helped me push past some of my issues with perfection and the anxiety to always do everything correctly. I had to keep going and put something out every day, regardless of whether or not I thought it was my best work. For that, I am thankful.

My posts this month were varied and lively. One day I would write about my hatred for the white oppression that falls every winter (snow of course) and the next I would write about the word surrender and what it means to me. I wrote about the election and my feelings regarding it. I focused on what I was thankful for. Harry Potter and Hogwarts took center stage as well as my love for middle schoolers. I highlighted the best movie quotes ever and wrote a message to my mom, my number one fan. These posts highlighted some of my thoughts throughout the month; they were my saving grace on days when I needed an outlet for stress.

Looking back, I’m proud of my posts. I’m proud of pushing through blocks and posting every. single. day this month. I’m proud of my thoughts. I’m proud of sharing my opinions. I’m proud of sticking with it, even when it got hard. I’m proud.

NaBloPoMo started off as an assignment. I wanted an A and didn’t mind blogging, so I thought this was the best choice. However, it became so much more. This journey of learning will stick with me for a long time. Blogging is important, and I can’t wait to share it with my future students.

Thank you for allowing me to be open and honest in such a public setting. Thank you to those that took the time to read through my posts and provide feedback for me. I have loved this adventure and am forever grateful for the learning it provided.