A blast from the past. Being a Jill of many trades, I know my way around a toolbox, and I probably shouldn’t confess, but when fraternizing with the opposite sex, I have spent more time under the hood then in the back seat. Honey, hand me that five-eights socket and the ratchet, please.
A glimpse of yet another University of Hawaii at Monoa site:
This Korean Temple is a symbol of cooperation and peace between East and West.
And a rerun of one of my favorite photos. This was taken in the fall at dusk on the edge of Friday harbor in the San Juan Islands.
And a story from my classroom: Kevin of the Green & Blue
For weeks now Kevin has gotten the colors green and blue mixed up. No matter what strategy I tried, he just couldn’t tell them apart. Today I called him to the work table and pulled out the color lessons again. I was expecting the same old same old. I picked up a crayon — green — and asked, “Kevin, what color is this?”
He grinned wide and bright. “Green.” He said.
“Green!” I repeated, with my own matching smile. “You’re right! Have you been practicing?”
“Yep!” He said, then he dug all of the other shades of green out of the crayon box. After showing them to me, he said, “Now for blue!” And out they came too!
When asked, “Please hand me …” Kevin can now identify all of his colors! When asked, “What color is this?” And shown an item, he still confuses black and brown, but he’s not expected to have that distinction down pat until Kindergarten, which is next year. (But we still have several weeks to work on it this year!)
Aloha Project Green
It’s been fun!
Once again â€” here is my own project announcement: commencing May 1st and running 26 days, I will be doing Alphabet Photos. Day one is A. Day two is B. Day three is C. Etc. (Just what did you expect from a Pre-K teacher?!) I would love it if you would join me! Please, please say you will!
The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
Each player answers the questions about themselves.
At the end of the post, the player tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. (You know I don’t tag, so take this if you so choose and mention you got it from me.)
What I was doing 10 years ago?
April 18th, 1998 — I was coming to the end of my first year in Las Vegas, my first and only year as a remedial reading teacher and my last year so obese that tying my shoes wasn’t even possible and all I owned were slip-ons. That was the year I tried 5 different doctors looking for a solution to what ailed me. I was hungry 24 hours a day, couldn’t sleep at night, and couldn’t stay awake at work. I’d already been forced to quit driving because I’d fall asleep when blinking my eye. [Open. Clozzzzzzzzzzz]
Two different doctors (consecutively, not concurrently) put me on sleeping pills to force me to sleep at night so I could remain awake during the day. The sleeping pills actually made me hyper! Instead of tossing and turning all night and having horrible and terrifying dreams, I was up scrubbing my house from top to bottom. I tried three different brands of pills and two doctors before chucking that idea.
The next doctor put me on a strict no carb diet. I didn’t mind, I’m not overly into carbs anyway (except sugar). I didn’t lose any weight, my sleeping habits didn’t change, and my grocery bill tripled.
The next doctor told me I was fat and lazy and the only thing I needed was to get off my butt and exercise. At this point I was truly frightened because I was taking the bus to work and a couple of times the driver tried to wake me and I couldn’t respond, even though I heard him clearly. I fell asleep in class, and as the teacher that is neither safe nor responsible. I’d spend 12 hours a night in bed neither awake nor asleep, but in a horror land in between where monsters dwelt and terror stalked me. If I was awake, I was ravenous and eating. Even if I was too full to move, my body still craved food.
The fifth doctor listened to me recite my medical history and the above symptoms and told me that he was certain I had Sleep Apnea, probably started by a series of upper respiratory infections I had in late 1996 – early 1997. The Doc explained that the nightmares come during the time when the body is neither asleep or awake. They are spurred by the body’s inability to get the rest or energy it needs. Sleep, like food, is energy. They are not interchangeable resources, so food energy will not replace sleep energy, but when the body reaches a certain point of fatigue it activates all energy gathering stimuli — thus my constant fatigue and need for food and sleep.
Doc sent me in for a sleep study. The results came back that I had severe apnea. I was given a C-PAP machine to help me breath at night, and within three weeks I was once again bright, cheerful, energetic and back to eating normal quantities of food. I lost 30 pounds in just a few weeks. Then Doc added exercise to my daily routine. My life was once again under my control.
5 snacks I enjoy:
chocolate covered raisins
Fritos & salsa
humus with crackers
Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
Found & fund a local Sidewalk Sunday School (children’s ministry) site.
Buy a lovely yet modest home here on Oahu, and another in Friday Harbor, San Juan Islands.
Give generously to assorted causes/charities, including Oahu’s homeless shelter.
Help my family members and friends achieve a few dreams.
Retire from work, buy a truly fabulous camera, take a class or two in how to use it, then travel the globe with OC snapping photos.
Five jobs I have had:
Home health care aide
Five places I have lived:
(So, I can’t count. Don’t complain or I’ll start naming cities and the list will triple.)
Five people I want to know more about:
(ALL of you! “TAG!” but only if you wish to accept it.)
PROJECT LOOKING THROUGH: Take 2
Maddy, looking through the glass and into the Sea Life Park aquarium.
Mark clapped and giggled whenever the Puffer Fish swam by.
Cass liked this Butterfly Fish best.
Jay and Kevin preferred the Sting Ray and the sharks.
They continue to talk about them and it’s been several days since the field trip.
Our classroom has a lanai. (You can’t be surprised, this is Hawaii!) The lanai is cement and has a hopscotch pattern painted on it. The pattern is comprised of numbered circles. The favored circle is a blue dot with a yellow number two painted inside and a green border. Both K.K. and Chez insist on sitting in this spot everyday.
At the same time.
Without each other.
I am certain you have already realized this causes a problem. The only time the problem gets solved wih any grace is when one of the boys is absent. (We prefer it when they are both absent, but have only been granted that gift twice all year long.)
Today the contention began — as usual — after lunch as we returned to our classroom. We walked across campus peacefully with Chez leading the way, but when we rounded the last corner, K.K. shot from the middle of the line, to the front and out ahead. Immediately I yelled, “K.K., stop!”, and much to my surprise, he did! He spun around put his hands on his hips and demanded, “What?” I told him that Chez was the line leader, and that he needed to return to his own spot. Much to my surprise — and Chez’s — K.K. meekly agreed and complied!
When K.K., once again in the middle of the line, reached the hopscotch stencil, Chez was happily planted dead center of number 2. K.K. stopped and looked at Chez. Chez said, “Mine!” K.K. said, “I’m wannit!” Chez said, “Mine!” K.K. shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the number five, which bore the same paint job.
Chez looked at K.K. K.K. looked back Chez. Chez said, “Fwiend!” and held out his hand to K.K. K.K. looked sad. Chez got up, went over and took K.K.’s hand. “Stan up,” he said. K.K. climbd to his feet. Chez led K.K. to the number two circle. “Sit here,” he said. K.K. sat. Chez stood looking at him.
K.K. scooted over just a bit and patted the cement beside him. Chez sat down. They grinned at each other. “Share,” K.K. said. “Share,” Chez agreed.
The kid that cried all day the Friday before Spring Break, cried all day today, too. “Maaa, maaaaaaaa!” He cried through lessons. He cried through recess. He cried through lunch. He cried through naptime. He cried on his way into the room this morning and on his way out this afternoon.
At about hour six my team teacher broke. She went for a walk around campus. She said she either had to leave the room, or sit down and wail with him. Somebody want to tell me again that I am going to miss preschool when this job is over?
As school closed on a horrible day, I took my troubled soul here to begin the healing. When my reserves run low, I seek affirmation from those I love, and I bask in God’s majesty.
Such beauty reminds me that God is in control. All isn’t right with the world, but its not my job to fix everything, just to do the best I can with the gifts God has given me.
For the next two weeks, the lives of my young charges are out of my hands. Worrying won’t change whatever may be. I did what I could. I will have to trust God and prayer to do the rest.
To help me relax, I went to this park, took my camera and tripod out to the point, and savored the salt water breeze and the sand, sun, and sea. The tide was coming in, so the sea put on a show. As I watched, a measure of peace returned.
There are many things in this world bigger than I am, but there is nothing bigger than God.
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