Posted by: bethian | November 7, 2008

Teaching – argh or yes!

It is over two months into the school year now.  I have figured out a lot of the quirks for most of my children.  They know what annoys me, I know what annoys them.  We are dealing with the trailer with as much grace as possible.  But I am fighting with the need to save them all.  When I started teaching I knew that I wouldn’t be able to save all of my kids.  I was a least in touch enough to admit that.  I even was able to pick out the ones that would end up in prison one day due to bad decisions, but it still hurts to know that there are ones that I just don’t see a future for.  Those children who don’t have a chance because of what they have been dealt.  I want to take some of them and fix them just like a band-aid on a cut from the playground.  What do we do for the ones with psychological disorders that are not going to allow them to have a normal life.  I have a kid who will tell me during the first hour of the day that he is going to be so much better today, but I know that thirty minutes later he is going to throw a fit for no sane reason.  I love my job.  I have always said that the day I wake up and say I don’t want to go to work is the day I start planning a career change.  I watch the teachers who are just in their classrooms just for a paycheck (don’t ask me why – you could make better money elsewhere and have none of the issues) and never want to turn into one of them.  I haven’t had a day where I woke up wanting to leave the classroom.  I just want a day where I go to school and know that he is going to end up okay.  I know it isn’t going to happen, but how do you give up hope and stop trying.  I don’t want to learn how.

Posted by: bethian | September 17, 2008


Years ago I made a small doll quilt with my grandmother.  I chose a fabric that Grandma had mad a skirt for my mother out of and I liked.  Who in the world likes brown fabric with abstract chickens on it?  I remember sitting on the stool sewing the straight lines and tying the quilt.  I still have it in my living room in a dynamite box that holds stuffed animals that are available for my neice and nephews to play with when they come.  Though my grandmother was an award winning quilter that is the only quilt I ever made with her.  Why I didn’t like it more then I don’t know.

A few years ago my foreign exchange student wanted to learn about quilting.  She and I took a class and each made a quilt.  I was hooked.  Antonija on the other hand had to be poked, proded, and sometimes strongly reasoned with to finish hers.  Last I heard she does keep it on her bed at home.

Angel's Yellow Brick Road

Now my siblings are asking for quilts.  I never thought my baby brother would ask for a quilt.  He does apparently like to have a nicely decorated house when he is able.  My latest quilt is for my sister.  It is hanging in pieces on my wall.  My roommate and I were just looking at the parts and trying to make them work with each other.  Quilts are grownup dominoes.  Every time I move a piece ten others have to be moved.  Jessica walked out of the room asking “Why does this have to be so hard?”

Angel, I hope this looks good to you so far.

Posted by: bethian | March 18, 2008

Dating – Are there normal people out there?

This last Saturday I got dressed, did my hair and makeup (those of you who know me well know I am more likely to get out a circular saw than a curling iron!) and headed out to yet another first date.  I should have known that the person I was about to meet was a little off because he never asked a question on the dating website I am currently trying.  This should have set off a warning flag, but I just figured he was a little akward at trying to meet people on line.  I can totally understand that – those of you married folks who have never had to try this just know it is painful.

I got to the restaurant and met ******.  He was wearing a polo shirt buttoned all the way up (warning flag).  He was proud of the fact that he got many free shirts like the DARE shirt he was wearing from his mother who is a principal and he thought it was a great casual shirt to wear on a first date.  At this point I am silently cussing the extra time I wasted on that curling iron.  Moving on to family situtation.  He lives with his grandparents!!!  That is a great mood killer.  Who can cuddle on the couch with Papa sitting in the kitchen with his hearing aid turned all the way up to eavesdrop.  Oh, did I mention he lives part of the week in Emporia, VA where he has worked for five years already, but he considers this a temporary thing.  The grandparent thing is on the weekend when he comes up to Richmond.  I spent a lot of the date in teacher mode diagnosing this man.  He had no social skills, didn’t make any eye contact and asked me maybe two questions which were just my questions turned back on my self.  I tried to openminded and wait for him to be more comfortable.  I figured he was just shy.  WRONG!  After an hour and a half lunch I was dying.  My roommate, Aaryn thinks he paid off the waiter to make our lunch take forever to come since he knew I would try to flee.  I have never made up an appointment to get out of a date.  By the end of this one I was so happy that Aaryn had asked me if I wanted to go to the Shamrock the Block party downtown.  ****** asked me what I was supposed to be doing with my friend who I said I had to meet.  All that lying in my past helped me keep a straight face when I told him I had no clue.  I didn’t want him hunting me down.

I am now ready to be a participant in an arranged marriage.  I want out of the dating scene.  It is either arranged marriage or a sperm bank.  Those of you who don’t want a niece or nephew without a father need to get to work on this problem for me.  Aren’t your friends supposed to set you up?  Well mine are all single!  They know the same guys I do!  Help.

Posted by: bethian | March 11, 2008

What does blog mean?

Well my older sister, my nephew, and my computer challenged mother all have their own blogs, so I must come into this world as well.  What in the world does blog mean any way.  It sounds kind of like you are saying you are having a blah day.  Since I am a public school teacher I pretty much never have a blah day.

Okay, as a school teacher, I had to look up what blog meant.  Here goes (in another’s words):

Short for “Web log,” a specialized site that allows an individual or group of individuals to share a running log of events and personal insights with online audiences. Blogs with political or current-events themes have grown in popularity and become “soap boxes” for instant mass-audience commentary.

Did all of the veteran bloggers out there know that?  Is blogger the correct term?