Love the Ocean Blue

Every grade level took part in the end-of-the-school-year celebration.  Our pre-K kids did a simple hula telling about their love for the ocean and how it is everybody’s responsibility to keep it clean.  They didn’t do the hand motions well, but they were adorable trying.  We all wore matching tie-dye {white} t-shirts with the ocean blue at the bottom, and the sun shining from our left shoulders.  The kids wore head-bands depicting ocean life.

Ms. Jewls, Ms. Alice & I dyed the t-shirts right in the classroom.  We got to ohhh and ahhh at the blues and greens as each one came out.  All of the children together looked adorable in their matching shirts — and the teachers matched, too.

Each child painted his/her own head band under Ms. Alice’s care.  Then, after they dried, Ms. Jewls helped them apply the glitter.

9th entry
Project Blue
brought to you by Anna

Meme & Project Looking Through

I’ve been tagged! CrazyCath from CrazyCath’s Reflections: No Sense or Sensibility, flagged me to play, It’s All About Me.

  • 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:

  • pears
  • chocolate covered raisins
  • Fritos & salsa
  • humus with crackers
  • cheese

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
  • apartment manager
  • janitor (hospital)
  • cook (hospital)
  • teacher

Five places I have lived:

  • Idaho
  • Washington
  • California
  • Montana
  • Oregon
  • Nevada
  • Hawaii (Oahu)

(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.

~0~

Project Looking Through originated with Mark,
who claims to have a Regular Life.

Good Hair Day?

Today, every half-hour or so, Chez would look up from whatever he was doing, see me across the room, and his face would suddenly light with joy. He’d dash to me, declare jubilantly in his high squeaky voice, I love you!, then hug and/or kiss me, before bounding away as quickly as he’d arrived.

Today, Maddie would look up from whatever she was doing, point at me and giggle while shaking her head.

Today Kevin told me I am his favorite beautiful teacher.

Today Ms. Jewls and Alyce talked about my hair as though I weren’t in the room. Luckily they said nice things.

~***~

Today, Cass studied me very seriously as she walked a full circle around me. “Some of your hair is gone-d,” she said.

“Do you like it?” I queried.

Cass thought for a moment then shrugged. “You look the same,” she said. “Just different.”

Squishy, Squishy, Bye Bye

Not long after we left the Keiki Zoo, we came to the rhino enclosure. The female rhino came forward to take a good look at the strange creatures staring at her. I believe it was Chez’s piping call of “Looky! Looky! Looky!” that caught her attention.

The kids oh-ed and ah-ed and pointed things out to each other — including the hair fringe that hung down over her ears. I said it grew there to keep bugs out of her ears. Ms. Jewls said those were her pigtails. The kids thought we were both funny.

Cass said, “Bugs don’t grow in ears, Silly.”

Kevin said, “Rhinosaurases no has pigged-tails.”

Gordy said, “Can I … mumble, mumble mumble.” He speaks very softly, and asking him to repeat something generally means he’ll get even quieter.

I said, “I couldn’t hear you, honey, what do you want?”

Gordy said, ” … mumble, mumble, nocerous, please.”

I said, “Can’t you see? Do you need to be picked up?”

Frustrated, Gordy shook his head and stamped his foot. The rest of the class was already moving away. I caught Chez’s hand, then motioned with the other for Gordy to follow. He shook his head no, grabbed my fingers in both his hands and pulled me toward him. Still holding Chez with my left hand, I bent down. Gordy whispered, “But I wanna pet the nocerous.”

“Pet it!” I exclaimed.

Chez squeaked, “No way! No way!” He stretched my left arm about three inches longer trying to leave.

And Gordy queried, “Can I?”

I said, “Honey, we can’t pet the rhino!”

Gordy said, “Will it bite me?”

I said, “Yes! Right after it steps on you and squishes you! The horn on it’s nose is bigger than you are!”

Gordy thought that was funny. He laughed.

Chez, still tugging on my arm, sing-song-ed, “Squishy, squishy, bye, bye! Squishy, squishy, bye, bye!”

One Hard Monday

There was a lot of crying in class today.  The kids even did some of it.  Chez went home early, sick.  Analee came in crying and curled up in my arms for cuddling and rocking.  K.K. finished the day the way Analee started it.

Cass would periodically dissolve in tears.  When asked what was wrong she would wail, “Nothing!”  And she definitely did not want to be hugged and cuddled.

Harold spent most of the day struggling to stay awake and was the first asleep at nap time.  Candy was quiet, except when she was whining and rubbing her eyes.  Only Kevin and Gordy seemed to be alert, but they were both full of ornery and in no mood for lessons.

Gordy told me he didn’t want to take a nap.  I told him I did, and if he didn’t mind — since he wouldn’t need them — I’d use his pillow and blanket.  He changed his mind, decided to nap after all and went to sleep within moments.  Kevin said I could have his blanket and pillow, but once he got his pallet made he crawled in it and went to sleep without giving me another thought.  I had to stay up and do paper work.

Then I came home where nothing greeted me except for a pile of dirty laundry.  Pft.  I finished reading a wrenching book and started another that promises to be just as emotional.  Is the weekend here yet?