Earlier I wrote about my very first solo road trip in January 1995. Hard to believe that was almost 22 years ago, half my lifetime really. At that point, my parents' marriage was almost 2 months from ending. Having a car in college freed me to be a bit more social...or alone to think, which was necessary form time to time.
In mid-March, the marriage was over and thus began a long period of adjustment for me, about 3 years worth.Well, I had to get home at some point, and Spring Break in April was the time to do it.
The trip did not start out solo, as I'd offered to drop two guys from the dorms at the Oakland Airport. We set off pretty early on 101, then grabbed I 580. Almost immediately we were on the San Rafael-Richmond Bridge, a long but unimpressive span across the northern bay. After that we passed through Richmond, El Cerrito, and Emeryville before hitting Oakland...all 3 towns suffering from urban blight As the northernmost part of the 880 freeway had not been rebuilt form the 1989 earthquake, we had to take 980 to 880. I got to the airport by about 7am, traffic was still fairly light then. Afterward, finally alone, I continued down 880 all the way through the South Bay urban blight cities...they really all look the same. Early morning rush hour caused a few slow areas, but it flowed well overall.
In San Jose, I returned to 101. The scenery got less urban and more country. All around were yellow-brown hills with a few green patches for 40 miles. At last I went through some woodsy curves after Gilroy (home of garlic and it smells like it!) and was in Monterey County. By this time I was pretty hungry so I stopped at an IHOP around 10am for some Swedish crepes and eggs.
The landscape in Monterey County around 101 was still yellow-brown hills for the most part, hitting small towns every 15-20 miles. After getting into San Luis Obispo County, the landscape turned pretty hilly for many miles, going through the towns of Atascadero, Paso Robles, and San Luis Obispo, then a great view of the ocean at Pismo Beach. 101 then turned inland again as it entered Santa Barbara County. Shortly after Buellton, 101 took a huge curve to the east at Gaviota Pass, offering a great view of the Pacific Ocean for dozens of miles. 101 passed through the picturesque towns of Goleta, Santa Barbara, and Carpenteria before entering Ventura County to pass through blighted Ventura and Oxnard. In one of those towns I grabbed some lunch but for the life of me, I cannot remember where!
Entering Los Angeles County, 101 passed through the beautiful Agoura Hills before entering the San Fernando Valley. Soon, I was entering motion picture land. 101 turned southeast onto the Hollywood Freeway, but I stayed on the current freeway which was now CA 134 through Glendale and then Pasadena before the freeway became I 210...and also became a bit more congested as it traveled through the San Gabriel Valley through ugly town after town. Twenty miles east, the freeway ended on CA 66, former home of U.S. 66 in its glory days. I now had to contend with lights, but it was a small price to pay to be on a classic road. I went through Sam Dimas, Laverne, and Claremont before entering San Bernardino County to pass through Upland and Rancho Cucamonga. At one point, I stopped at a McDonald's just because it strove for a classic building design. The food, however, was far from classic.
Finally, I hit I 15 south and took the congested rush hour freeway back to San Diego via Norco, Corona, Lake Elsinore, Temecula, and Escondido. I was tired, it was almost 7pm. It was a strange visit home, particularly because I now had 2 homes: my Dad's house and Mom's new apartment. Both were still getting used to their new lives, having their happy moments as well as tough ones. I think my mom, despite a lower income than my dad, had things slightly easier. For one thing, at that point she and her sister Terry were close and lived close to one another so there was a support system. Mom was also a better cook, and she lived near some pretty decent restaurants by San Diego State.
Almost 22 years later, I remember this trip fondly for the scenery, music on the radio, and self-reflection.
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
The First Solo Road Trip
I have written a lot about road trips in my life...and if you think I'm stopping soon you don't know me well!
There are a lot of special road trips in my life that stand above others. Many factors go into making them special: firsts, events along the way, people I was with, etc. The focus here is my first solo trip.
In January 1995, I convinced my dad to let me drive my car up to college and keep it there. My reasons were as follows: I was no longer public traffic enemy #1 like I once had been, and I didn't want to be a passenger in a musicless car. He was notorious for long silences on road trips. I was with him on a multi-day trip from Philadelphia to San Diego 2 1/2 years previously, and the number of miles we went without music, news, political banter, whatever on the radio can be expressed like this: yawn! Oh another reason was I wanted to start dating and not having a car kills possibilities there!
I also had a premonition before the trip, that my parents' marriage was in trouble and my self-reliant mobility would be important soon.
So it was, on Friday, January 20, 1995, I set off on my first long solo road trip. I was already packed to go. My mom supplied me with a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal before I left. The plan was: I-15 to I-10 to I-210 to I-5 to I-580 to U.S. 101...simple, direct, and fast. Well...that was my dad's plan and I crossed my fingers as I agreed to it. Yes, I was 22 and still crossed my fingers for fib insurance! My own plan was much more intricate and interesting...and longer! Heading to my car, I gave my mom a tearful hug goodbye. I knew I was leaving her in a stressful home. Even though my sister and her family along with my aunt were in town, another piece of support for her was gone.
With a full tank of gas and a tape of early 70s classics, I set out on I-15. Just north of Temecula, I took 215 because I wanted to see Riverside and San Bernardino. Yeah, I have strange goals sometimes. I wasn't impressed with either toxic dump. However, I had no plans to stop and check out the city halls so I kept going. 215 ended back at 15. I followed that to CA 138 to travel through the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. Pretty lucky for me that it was just a cloudy and not snowy day! Eventually, 138 flattened out in the Mojave Desert to flow into Palmdale (not as pretty as it sounds). At this point, the oatmeal had run thin and I needed a meal. I actually wanted to sit and eat, but nothing on the highway was looking good besides fast food, and I wanted no part of that at the moment. I got onto CA 14 north, which led me to Lancaster, another desert armpit. However, there WAS a Coco's, which filled my breakfast needs quickly.
Getting back on 14, I drove through more desert bleakness for about 30 miles before hitting the town on Mojave. 14 ceased being a freeway here so I had to contend with lights for a mile or so before hitting CA 58. At this point, I popped in an audiobook by Dave Barry. My cousin Erica had gotten it for me for Christmas. I had never read his stuff , so I had no idea what he was all about. I found him to be a funny author. The actor Arte Johnson reading it made the book an even funnier time!
CA 58 wove through the southern Sierra Nevada Mountains for 30 miles, then dropped into the blah Central Valley, hitting lovely (HAH) Bakersfield before long. This was actually about the halfway point of the trip!
After gassing up, I got onto CA 99, which was once U.S. 99, the precursor to Interstate 5 all the way up to Canada in the old days. Dave Barry's humor got me through some boring stretches(meaning the entire 100 miles!) between Bakersfield and Fresno. Fresno seemed like a good place to grab lunch, and as it was raining a bit, the idea made sense. A Denny's caught my eye (I had no taste then) and by the time my heartburn-inducing meal was over, the rain had stopped. 99 continued to other buttcracks such as Madera, Merced, metropolitan Chowchilla, and Modesto. Soon after Modesto, I cut across CA 120 to I-5 south near Stockton. Within a few miles, I got onto I-205 to skirt Tracy and gas up again. After 250+ miles, I was still in the Central Valley!
205 ended at I-580 to take me into Livermore and the outer Bay Area. Thinking the tripw as almost over, I got onto I-680 north...and into hell! It was late Friday afternoon in the Bay Area and I was a virgin to those traffic conditions. From 580 to Walnut Creek, it was stop and go, and the renewed rain and dark did not precisely help. By the time I hit Martinez 35 miles and over an hour later, the traffic eased up. After paying a toll, I crossed the Benicia-Martinez Bridge...if the bridge tolls were based on aesthetics, the state should pay the drivers to cross it! After the bridge I got onto I-780, a short connector to I-80 in Vallejo. I wasn't on 80 long before hitting CA 37, which skirted the northern San Francisco Bay. It actually crossed into Sonoma COunty for a bit, where I hit CA 121 to the Sonoma area, then grabbed CA 116 to the outskirts of Petaluma. Adobe Road and Petaluma Hill Road took me to the Sonoma State University campus and the end of an over-12 hour trip!
Looking back, my first solo road trip was successful and quite pleasant. The combo of audiobook and music let me enjoy my own world of travel and personal thought.
Incidentally, 2 months later my mom left my dad, and a long period of adjustment ensued. Coming soon: the first trip back home post-divorce.
There are a lot of special road trips in my life that stand above others. Many factors go into making them special: firsts, events along the way, people I was with, etc. The focus here is my first solo trip.
In January 1995, I convinced my dad to let me drive my car up to college and keep it there. My reasons were as follows: I was no longer public traffic enemy #1 like I once had been, and I didn't want to be a passenger in a musicless car. He was notorious for long silences on road trips. I was with him on a multi-day trip from Philadelphia to San Diego 2 1/2 years previously, and the number of miles we went without music, news, political banter, whatever on the radio can be expressed like this: yawn! Oh another reason was I wanted to start dating and not having a car kills possibilities there!
I also had a premonition before the trip, that my parents' marriage was in trouble and my self-reliant mobility would be important soon.
So it was, on Friday, January 20, 1995, I set off on my first long solo road trip. I was already packed to go. My mom supplied me with a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal before I left. The plan was: I-15 to I-10 to I-210 to I-5 to I-580 to U.S. 101...simple, direct, and fast. Well...that was my dad's plan and I crossed my fingers as I agreed to it. Yes, I was 22 and still crossed my fingers for fib insurance! My own plan was much more intricate and interesting...and longer! Heading to my car, I gave my mom a tearful hug goodbye. I knew I was leaving her in a stressful home. Even though my sister and her family along with my aunt were in town, another piece of support for her was gone.
With a full tank of gas and a tape of early 70s classics, I set out on I-15. Just north of Temecula, I took 215 because I wanted to see Riverside and San Bernardino. Yeah, I have strange goals sometimes. I wasn't impressed with either toxic dump. However, I had no plans to stop and check out the city halls so I kept going. 215 ended back at 15. I followed that to CA 138 to travel through the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. Pretty lucky for me that it was just a cloudy and not snowy day! Eventually, 138 flattened out in the Mojave Desert to flow into Palmdale (not as pretty as it sounds). At this point, the oatmeal had run thin and I needed a meal. I actually wanted to sit and eat, but nothing on the highway was looking good besides fast food, and I wanted no part of that at the moment. I got onto CA 14 north, which led me to Lancaster, another desert armpit. However, there WAS a Coco's, which filled my breakfast needs quickly.
Getting back on 14, I drove through more desert bleakness for about 30 miles before hitting the town on Mojave. 14 ceased being a freeway here so I had to contend with lights for a mile or so before hitting CA 58. At this point, I popped in an audiobook by Dave Barry. My cousin Erica had gotten it for me for Christmas. I had never read his stuff , so I had no idea what he was all about. I found him to be a funny author. The actor Arte Johnson reading it made the book an even funnier time!
CA 58 wove through the southern Sierra Nevada Mountains for 30 miles, then dropped into the blah Central Valley, hitting lovely (HAH) Bakersfield before long. This was actually about the halfway point of the trip!
After gassing up, I got onto CA 99, which was once U.S. 99, the precursor to Interstate 5 all the way up to Canada in the old days. Dave Barry's humor got me through some boring stretches(meaning the entire 100 miles!) between Bakersfield and Fresno. Fresno seemed like a good place to grab lunch, and as it was raining a bit, the idea made sense. A Denny's caught my eye (I had no taste then) and by the time my heartburn-inducing meal was over, the rain had stopped. 99 continued to other buttcracks such as Madera, Merced, metropolitan Chowchilla, and Modesto. Soon after Modesto, I cut across CA 120 to I-5 south near Stockton. Within a few miles, I got onto I-205 to skirt Tracy and gas up again. After 250+ miles, I was still in the Central Valley!
205 ended at I-580 to take me into Livermore and the outer Bay Area. Thinking the tripw as almost over, I got onto I-680 north...and into hell! It was late Friday afternoon in the Bay Area and I was a virgin to those traffic conditions. From 580 to Walnut Creek, it was stop and go, and the renewed rain and dark did not precisely help. By the time I hit Martinez 35 miles and over an hour later, the traffic eased up. After paying a toll, I crossed the Benicia-Martinez Bridge...if the bridge tolls were based on aesthetics, the state should pay the drivers to cross it! After the bridge I got onto I-780, a short connector to I-80 in Vallejo. I wasn't on 80 long before hitting CA 37, which skirted the northern San Francisco Bay. It actually crossed into Sonoma COunty for a bit, where I hit CA 121 to the Sonoma area, then grabbed CA 116 to the outskirts of Petaluma. Adobe Road and Petaluma Hill Road took me to the Sonoma State University campus and the end of an over-12 hour trip!
Looking back, my first solo road trip was successful and quite pleasant. The combo of audiobook and music let me enjoy my own world of travel and personal thought.
Incidentally, 2 months later my mom left my dad, and a long period of adjustment ensued. Coming soon: the first trip back home post-divorce.
Sunday, December 11, 2016
A Letter to Society
Dear Everyone in my World,
In the past year and a half, I have seen a rapid decline in society. I thought that the death of my father-in-law was the low point of 2015. Compared to everything else I've seen, that was a bright spot of the year.
I know, we're talking ancient history for those who don't remember anything before this election...an election that began in summer of 2015. A summer when gay rights were extended and the Confederate flag was vilified. A summer when Bill Cosby was exposed as a dark pervert for decades.
Too much change at once is not good for anyone's psyche. We don't know what moderation is anymore, it has to be all at once or nothing at all. People are feeling discouraged, depressed, angry, and sometimes suicidal or homicidal...or both!
On the political front, I saw Hillary Clinton pretty much pledge to continue the rapid change (in not so many words). I saw Donald Trump pretty much pledge to change the changes, in way too many words. Both of them chewed up the scenery for 16 months and there was no avoiding them. There was also little to no chance for anyone to challenge them within their own parties, any opposition was squashed and humiliated .
The result that I have seen from that carnage is a different civil war in this nation. There are no moderates (at least none being heard). There is the Trump camp filled with those who want to go back to an earlier time (I think they mean pre-Civil Rights) and general Nazis who can't microwave popcorn. There is the Hillary camp filled with those who want every microcosm of society to be valued and funded by the public, those who want religions vilified (I know, I used that word twice, sue me!), those who want everyone allowed into the country, and those who want the nation disarmed and dis-policed.
There is little-to-no common ground for both camps to share. The divisions were enhanced by the media, TV and social. Radio talkheads in both spectrums spat their hatreds for the other side daily.
At school, things are not much better. Common texts for reading and math are still not present. Common Core IS present, to teachers' and parents' chagrin. We are expected to fill our students' heads with more knowledge than they can be expected to process at their age. Teachers are also expected to follow a strict guideline of practices that were not demonstrated in practical terms for us to follow...therefore some have it, some don't...I'm trying to figure it out still, but I am a visual learner. I could go on about education, but it's Sunday.
What is the answer? Ask those in either huge camp and you'll hear direct opinions with no tolerance for anything different. If you're lucky to find a moderate, embrace them, for they are a rare breed.
What do I want, you ask? I want the impossible. I want for everyone to get along and be thankful for what they already have, particularly if they have it all! I want the religious and anti-religious to live their lives and stop imposing their ideas on others forcefully. I want our political system to be washed, sanitized, and refilled with fresh bodies (time to empty the fridge, people!). I want people to stop trying to erase history...for if you erase it, how can you learn from it?
Most of all, I want people to be happy. Find your happy place and enjoy it, hopefully with another person or 2.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Bryan
Monday, November 21, 2016
Home Means Berks County
It is strange. I have lived more than half of my life out west. 2 years in San Diego, 8 years in Sonoma County, and 22 years in Las Vegas. However, there are only 2 places I consider to be home. One is Michigan, a state I was blessed to reconnect with this year. The other is where I had most of my formal schooling and met my childhood friends, a land of big yards, farmland, unique cuisine and, well, American goodness. That place is Berks County, Pennsylvania.
One might think my time in Vegas would make me consider it home. No, it was always intended to be a temporary desert hideout, like Tatooine. However, a 5 year plan involved not only work, but creating a wonderful marriage and, at the 7-year point, a beautiful daughter. Las Vegas simply became a backdrop to our life together, not a central plot point.
Berks County. A land of Penn State football fans and everything involving professional sports teams in Philadelphia. I maintain my Philly allegiances to this day, even if I haven't a damn clue who the players are.
To give a short history of my time there, we moved to Wernersville in early 1976 from Michigan and moved away in mid 1979. I attended nursery school in Robesonia (non-Berks friends, I challenge you to pronounce that town correctly) and Kindergarten for 2 years at Lower Heidelberg Elementary School. We moved back in late 1980 during my 2nd grade year and we stayed until early 1992.
There are so many memories I have that I'd fill a book full of sleep-inducing anecdotes (just ask my wife). However, there are some central images that make me smile.
The school bus rides from our house in Wernersville to Lower Heidelberg Elementary went through quite beautiful rolling hills and farmland. In fall and spring, the scenery was beautiful.
In West Lawn, there was a great Pizza Hut. It was not only fun to eat at with family, it was also where many of us went after a school dance. Darkly-lit, it had a great atmosphere. I miss that place.
Also in West Lawn was a restaurant called the Ranch House. We went here after dances as well. I remember the food being excellent.
There was also a Hess Station from where my father got his annual Hess model truck during the holidays.
In Sinking Spring was a drive-in theater. I vaguely remember staying awake for 20 minutes of Star Wars in 1977. That theater was a landmark for years, I was disappointed when I visited in 2000 and it had been taken down.
In Sinking Spring there was a department store called Boscov's. Great toy section, bought some Atari games there. Boscov's also had a good diner in the back.
Almost right across from Boscov's was a decent McDonald's, where I had my first real job. Kitty corner from there was a Burger King. My friends and I sometimes rode our bikes there in the summer.
In Sinking Spring was St. John's church. I attended services and confirmation classes there in my final 2-3 years in Berks.
Then there's good old Wyomissing. There was once a Weis Market and Thrift Drug on State Hill Road. My mom would pick me up from Kindergarten on Fridays to do grocery shopping at Weis and get prescriptions or whatever filled at Thrift. In those days my mom let me look at toys or read without supervision...a different time indeed.
Also in Wyomissing was the Berkshire Mall. That place by itself is worth a book. It housed a great record store, one of the best Arby's I ever ate at, a supreme arcade, and a pretty nice central lit fountain, among other things. Whether going to one of the restaurants on a Friday night with family or walking around with buddies, the mall was THE hangout place.
Down the road from Wyomissing once was the Tulpehocken Dairy, a last gasp at returnable glass milk bottles until 1986. I remember them having THE best white and chocolate milk! I was bummed when we had to get milk from the regular store after that!
I remember the "Road to Nowhere", a bizarre 5-mile expressway with no route designation...it narrowed down to Van Reed Rd/Mull Avenue in Sinking Spring. The Road to Nowhere was taken by many to route 183 to get to the airport.
The Reading Airport was where we went to pick up visiting grandparents and sometimes have a meal at the restaurant. My Grandpa Fitz would take me there to watch planes land and take off...and in the late 70s he would also take me to the airport bar. Like I said, different times.
To me, the main road connecting all was Penn Avenue, U.S. 422. It was on this road that Wernersville, Sinking Spring, and West Lawn thrived through business and residence.
Not quite in Berks, but significant, was Zinn's Diner and mini golf in Adamstown. Zinn's was quite famous for Pennsylvania Dutch cuisine and we did the mini golf course many times. Down the road from there was a set of towns deep in Amish country. One was called Blue Ball and another was Intercourse. A half hour or so north of Reading was Bethlehem and Nazareth. Southeastern Pennsylvania had its share of fun town names!
Besides all of these landmarks and locations, there are a ton of memories. Memories of friendly, quirky, and quiet neighbors, a healthy combo of all 3. Memories of streets filled with rows of houses with big yards. One can imagine the loads of Halloween candy we scored each year!
Memories of bike rides through the countryside of Lower Heidelberg and the path between Reber's Bridge and Gring's Mill. Rides to Mr. Food in Drexelwood to grab a soda and snack.
Memories of going to friends' homes after school and during summer.
Memories of falling leaves in Autumn. Memories of heavy snowfall and the resulting shovel job.
Memories of driving a few miles to the nearest video store when they were new.
Memories of the Kirkners coming to our home on Christmas Eve for many years to eat and drink and enjoy good company.
I could go on...hell, I did go on.
I am grateful to still be connected to people I knew there. Some have remained, many have moved, some near and some far.
I plan to return one day to visit again, but I know that the days of vast, pristine farmland outside of town have given way to new neighborhoods and business developments. That happens. I let it get to me 16 years ago, now I just want to visit people and show my family where the core of my spirit will always remain.
God bless Berks County!
One might think my time in Vegas would make me consider it home. No, it was always intended to be a temporary desert hideout, like Tatooine. However, a 5 year plan involved not only work, but creating a wonderful marriage and, at the 7-year point, a beautiful daughter. Las Vegas simply became a backdrop to our life together, not a central plot point.
Berks County. A land of Penn State football fans and everything involving professional sports teams in Philadelphia. I maintain my Philly allegiances to this day, even if I haven't a damn clue who the players are.
To give a short history of my time there, we moved to Wernersville in early 1976 from Michigan and moved away in mid 1979. I attended nursery school in Robesonia (non-Berks friends, I challenge you to pronounce that town correctly) and Kindergarten for 2 years at Lower Heidelberg Elementary School. We moved back in late 1980 during my 2nd grade year and we stayed until early 1992.
There are so many memories I have that I'd fill a book full of sleep-inducing anecdotes (just ask my wife). However, there are some central images that make me smile.
The school bus rides from our house in Wernersville to Lower Heidelberg Elementary went through quite beautiful rolling hills and farmland. In fall and spring, the scenery was beautiful.
In West Lawn, there was a great Pizza Hut. It was not only fun to eat at with family, it was also where many of us went after a school dance. Darkly-lit, it had a great atmosphere. I miss that place.
Also in West Lawn was a restaurant called the Ranch House. We went here after dances as well. I remember the food being excellent.
There was also a Hess Station from where my father got his annual Hess model truck during the holidays.
In Sinking Spring was a drive-in theater. I vaguely remember staying awake for 20 minutes of Star Wars in 1977. That theater was a landmark for years, I was disappointed when I visited in 2000 and it had been taken down.
In Sinking Spring there was a department store called Boscov's. Great toy section, bought some Atari games there. Boscov's also had a good diner in the back.
Almost right across from Boscov's was a decent McDonald's, where I had my first real job. Kitty corner from there was a Burger King. My friends and I sometimes rode our bikes there in the summer.
In Sinking Spring was St. John's church. I attended services and confirmation classes there in my final 2-3 years in Berks.
Then there's good old Wyomissing. There was once a Weis Market and Thrift Drug on State Hill Road. My mom would pick me up from Kindergarten on Fridays to do grocery shopping at Weis and get prescriptions or whatever filled at Thrift. In those days my mom let me look at toys or read without supervision...a different time indeed.
Also in Wyomissing was the Berkshire Mall. That place by itself is worth a book. It housed a great record store, one of the best Arby's I ever ate at, a supreme arcade, and a pretty nice central lit fountain, among other things. Whether going to one of the restaurants on a Friday night with family or walking around with buddies, the mall was THE hangout place.
Down the road from Wyomissing once was the Tulpehocken Dairy, a last gasp at returnable glass milk bottles until 1986. I remember them having THE best white and chocolate milk! I was bummed when we had to get milk from the regular store after that!
I remember the "Road to Nowhere", a bizarre 5-mile expressway with no route designation...it narrowed down to Van Reed Rd/Mull Avenue in Sinking Spring. The Road to Nowhere was taken by many to route 183 to get to the airport.
The Reading Airport was where we went to pick up visiting grandparents and sometimes have a meal at the restaurant. My Grandpa Fitz would take me there to watch planes land and take off...and in the late 70s he would also take me to the airport bar. Like I said, different times.
To me, the main road connecting all was Penn Avenue, U.S. 422. It was on this road that Wernersville, Sinking Spring, and West Lawn thrived through business and residence.
Not quite in Berks, but significant, was Zinn's Diner and mini golf in Adamstown. Zinn's was quite famous for Pennsylvania Dutch cuisine and we did the mini golf course many times. Down the road from there was a set of towns deep in Amish country. One was called Blue Ball and another was Intercourse. A half hour or so north of Reading was Bethlehem and Nazareth. Southeastern Pennsylvania had its share of fun town names!
Besides all of these landmarks and locations, there are a ton of memories. Memories of friendly, quirky, and quiet neighbors, a healthy combo of all 3. Memories of streets filled with rows of houses with big yards. One can imagine the loads of Halloween candy we scored each year!
Memories of bike rides through the countryside of Lower Heidelberg and the path between Reber's Bridge and Gring's Mill. Rides to Mr. Food in Drexelwood to grab a soda and snack.
Memories of going to friends' homes after school and during summer.
Memories of falling leaves in Autumn. Memories of heavy snowfall and the resulting shovel job.
Memories of driving a few miles to the nearest video store when they were new.
Memories of the Kirkners coming to our home on Christmas Eve for many years to eat and drink and enjoy good company.
I could go on...hell, I did go on.
I am grateful to still be connected to people I knew there. Some have remained, many have moved, some near and some far.
I plan to return one day to visit again, but I know that the days of vast, pristine farmland outside of town have given way to new neighborhoods and business developments. That happens. I let it get to me 16 years ago, now I just want to visit people and show my family where the core of my spirit will always remain.
God bless Berks County!
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Pure Mchigan Joy!
I know I've been doing a semi-cathartic look back on each year of my teaching career, but it is time to put a halt on that for the time being. One reason is, I've come to the point where I am at my current work location and I am more or less content there. Second, I have better things to discuss for the summer!
It has been a long time coming, but I finally got to go home after 26 years! No, not the psychiatric hospital, that may happen next year. I got to take my family back to the state where I was born...good old Michigan! However, this being a Moore vacay, it wasn't a simple point A to point B thing, we always have a few surprises coming our way.
Our new buddy Vanessa took us early to McCarran, we got checked in at Spirit and deposited our 1 bag. Simple, right? We waited until it was time to board, we boarded, and we took off for a 4 hour flight. How easy is that, right?
We land, get to the gate, wait an undue amount of time to get out, then head to the baggage claim...only to learn that our bag DIDN'T MAKE IT!! Not that this hasn't happened before, but this time ALL of our clothes were in it! After making the proper complaints, we headed to the rental car agency we'd procured.
Now, for all of you fellow space travelers who want to save money on car rentals, avoid companies that have words like DOLLAR or LESS in their titles, there ARE hitches! In this case, we'd arranged for a $343 fare and had saved for it. When we got to the desk, they wanted double that for a deposit! The luggage thing already had us stressed, now it seemed like we'd be carless. Luckily, the agent was quite sympathetic and helped us get a rental with a company with a Federation ship name. The key here was having a return ticket home, apparently that's a problem in Detroit rental-wise! What was even better was that we got the car for a flat $314, $30 less than at the "economical" company!
We got into our SUV and headed north. It was already 7p.m. and we were starved, so we got off I 275 and had a much needed quick bite at Arby's. What makes this one so neat is that the Arby's was a brick structure, a rarity in the desert. We then proceeded north until 275 ended, then took a series of local roads via Aunt Bonnie's directions and got to their house in Davisburg a little after 9:30pm. An interesting thing about Michigan summers: it stays light until after 9! We finally got a bigger meal at Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Chris's home, chatted a bit, then headed to bed.
The next morning, we got up and had a pancake breakfast, followed by a trip to the Detroit Zoo. During this day, we finally got to meet little Riley, my cousin Chris's 3 year old jewel. At the zoo, we saw penguins and all sorts of animal fare. Happily, the zoo was better protected than Cincinnati! Afterward, Bonnie took us into Royal Oak so I could take pics of both my grandparent-sets' homes, a mere 5 minute walk from each other. It had been 26 years since I'd seen either house, so it felt a bit strange.
As we drove back to Davisburg, we also passed my hospital of birth, William Beaumont. That place also holds a sad memory, as my mom's dad had spent a lot of time there for cancer treatments 28 years ago. We came home to pork roast and mashed potatoes!
The next day, we headed to Marquette to visit with my cousin Craig and his family. Marquette is in the U.P., which means Upper Peninsula, which means a LONG-ASS DRIVE FOR ANYONE IN THE GREATER DETROIT AREA! However, I was excited for this adventure. I had only been up I 75 as far as just north of Bay City, so I was about to see unexplored territory! It was quite a day. 75 heads NNW to Flint, Saginaw (with a nice high bridge over the not-so-nice Saginaw River), and Bay City. It then gets pretty rural for 170 miles, although services were pretty common and the freeway went through some beautiful country that I could only imagine gets more gorgeous in September! The rest stops were also quite nice, the desert rest stop builders could use an architecture lesson!
Our favorite town/county name: Cheboygan! Sounds like something Curly Howard would love to say.
We finally hit a major jewel: the Mackinac (pronounced MA-ki-naw) Bridge. For $4, you get to cross right between Lake Michigan and Lake Huron, 2 VERY blue bodies of water. There was construction, but that was ok, it just extended our wonderful time above the water!
Right after the toll booth, we departed 75 and got on to U.S. 2, which followed the Lake Michigan shore for 40 miles. There were quite a few great views!
The great lake views gave way to a tree-lined straight stretch. We got onto M77, then M 28 for another long straightaway before we finally got views of Lake Superior! This was the bluest lake I'd ever seen!
After about 40 miles of this wonder, we finally arrived in Marquette. In this town it stayed light even later than in Davisburg, almost 10! Cousin Craig is a big happy guy with Maggie, a sweet professor wife and 3 quite active boys....and they had plans for us! The next day, after a hearty breakfast, we headed to Sugarloaf Mountain (actually a tall hill) and hiked to the top. My knee was slightly gouty due to 3 sodas the previous day, so Craig led Vickie and I up the easy trail with stairs while Maggie led Natalie and the boys up the harder trail. We were afforded a terrific view of Lake Superior from there.
From there we had lunch at a little Mexican place, then headed to Presque Isle where both Natalie and I got our feet wet in the 50 degree lake waters! The kids then played on some evil METAL playground equipment (in other words, a real playground). Craig then took me to his golf course and I helped him remove a large branch from the golf cart path. I was quite impressed and decided that golf course landscaping in Marquette is a great summer job for a teacher! It had started to storm with a slight tornado possibility, so we hightailed it home for dinner.
The next day, we said goodbye to the Marquette clan, raced across the U.P., had another great drive across the Mackinac Bridge, and headed to Grand Blanc where the rest of the family were gathered for cousin Lacey's birthday party for 2 of her girls. I also got to see cousin Michael there with his wife Carrie and kids, as well as Lacey's husband Eddie. We had BBQ pork, slaw, and beans for food, and played yard yahtzee with large wooden dice! Quite an experience!
On Sunday we went with cousin Chris and Riley on a boat across Lake Fenton to their little island cottage. We also saw their house in Fenton afterward. For dinner, it was ribs, slaw, and mashed potatoes, my kind of dinner! It was a pretty fun day, mostly relaxing. After all the driving we'd done, this day was needed.
Monday was our last full day. Uncle Chris had to drive to Indianapolis, so we said goodbye to him that morning. Since Bonnie had to work, we took a little excursion through Pontiac (not the prettiest place), and into Royal Oak so I could drive the old streets myself. We raced back to Davisburg and took Bonnie out to lunch at good old Big Boy.
There's just something comforting about that restaurant. I miss the old comics they used to give to kids, and the menu's been streamlined a lot, but comfort food is comfort food. We came back home and I took a little nap while Bonnie and Natalie played a killer game of Monopoly. Shortly after, we had leftover BBQ and then went to Fenton for frozen custard with cousin Mike and his kids.
Tuesday was departure day, sadly. Bonnie hung with us as long as she could, then headed to work. We finished packing, then headed out, taking a detailed roundabout route to the airport to avoid construction. On the way we filled up in Ypsilanti (pretty easy to say!), where the cash price is also good for debit (hear that Nevada?), and then turned the car in. We grabbed lunch at a Coney Island eatery once checked in and anal-probed at security, then flew out on time.
As trips go, this is one of our best, ranking up there with Tennessee last year. It is making me realize there are better places to live and work than Las Vegas. Lots of people warn me about winters, and they know because they came from wintry homes. What they don't get is that SO DID I!! What they also don't get is that my move out west 24 years ago was involuntary as I was just 19, and I've been missing snowy cold Christmases for a very long time. So I will be looking out for opportunities quite doggedly from here on in....one thing is for sure: I can and will go home again more frequently!
It has been a long time coming, but I finally got to go home after 26 years! No, not the psychiatric hospital, that may happen next year. I got to take my family back to the state where I was born...good old Michigan! However, this being a Moore vacay, it wasn't a simple point A to point B thing, we always have a few surprises coming our way.
Our new buddy Vanessa took us early to McCarran, we got checked in at Spirit and deposited our 1 bag. Simple, right? We waited until it was time to board, we boarded, and we took off for a 4 hour flight. How easy is that, right?
We land, get to the gate, wait an undue amount of time to get out, then head to the baggage claim...only to learn that our bag DIDN'T MAKE IT!! Not that this hasn't happened before, but this time ALL of our clothes were in it! After making the proper complaints, we headed to the rental car agency we'd procured.
Now, for all of you fellow space travelers who want to save money on car rentals, avoid companies that have words like DOLLAR or LESS in their titles, there ARE hitches! In this case, we'd arranged for a $343 fare and had saved for it. When we got to the desk, they wanted double that for a deposit! The luggage thing already had us stressed, now it seemed like we'd be carless. Luckily, the agent was quite sympathetic and helped us get a rental with a company with a Federation ship name. The key here was having a return ticket home, apparently that's a problem in Detroit rental-wise! What was even better was that we got the car for a flat $314, $30 less than at the "economical" company!
We got into our SUV and headed north. It was already 7p.m. and we were starved, so we got off I 275 and had a much needed quick bite at Arby's. What makes this one so neat is that the Arby's was a brick structure, a rarity in the desert. We then proceeded north until 275 ended, then took a series of local roads via Aunt Bonnie's directions and got to their house in Davisburg a little after 9:30pm. An interesting thing about Michigan summers: it stays light until after 9! We finally got a bigger meal at Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Chris's home, chatted a bit, then headed to bed.
The next morning, we got up and had a pancake breakfast, followed by a trip to the Detroit Zoo. During this day, we finally got to meet little Riley, my cousin Chris's 3 year old jewel. At the zoo, we saw penguins and all sorts of animal fare. Happily, the zoo was better protected than Cincinnati! Afterward, Bonnie took us into Royal Oak so I could take pics of both my grandparent-sets' homes, a mere 5 minute walk from each other. It had been 26 years since I'd seen either house, so it felt a bit strange.
The next day, we headed to Marquette to visit with my cousin Craig and his family. Marquette is in the U.P., which means Upper Peninsula, which means a LONG-ASS DRIVE FOR ANYONE IN THE GREATER DETROIT AREA! However, I was excited for this adventure. I had only been up I 75 as far as just north of Bay City, so I was about to see unexplored territory! It was quite a day. 75 heads NNW to Flint, Saginaw (with a nice high bridge over the not-so-nice Saginaw River), and Bay City. It then gets pretty rural for 170 miles, although services were pretty common and the freeway went through some beautiful country that I could only imagine gets more gorgeous in September! The rest stops were also quite nice, the desert rest stop builders could use an architecture lesson!
Our favorite town/county name: Cheboygan! Sounds like something Curly Howard would love to say.
We finally hit a major jewel: the Mackinac (pronounced MA-ki-naw) Bridge. For $4, you get to cross right between Lake Michigan and Lake Huron, 2 VERY blue bodies of water. There was construction, but that was ok, it just extended our wonderful time above the water!
The next day, we said goodbye to the Marquette clan, raced across the U.P., had another great drive across the Mackinac Bridge, and headed to Grand Blanc where the rest of the family were gathered for cousin Lacey's birthday party for 2 of her girls. I also got to see cousin Michael there with his wife Carrie and kids, as well as Lacey's husband Eddie. We had BBQ pork, slaw, and beans for food, and played yard yahtzee with large wooden dice! Quite an experience!
Monday was our last full day. Uncle Chris had to drive to Indianapolis, so we said goodbye to him that morning. Since Bonnie had to work, we took a little excursion through Pontiac (not the prettiest place), and into Royal Oak so I could drive the old streets myself. We raced back to Davisburg and took Bonnie out to lunch at good old Big Boy.
There's just something comforting about that restaurant. I miss the old comics they used to give to kids, and the menu's been streamlined a lot, but comfort food is comfort food. We came back home and I took a little nap while Bonnie and Natalie played a killer game of Monopoly. Shortly after, we had leftover BBQ and then went to Fenton for frozen custard with cousin Mike and his kids.
Tuesday was departure day, sadly. Bonnie hung with us as long as she could, then headed to work. We finished packing, then headed out, taking a detailed roundabout route to the airport to avoid construction. On the way we filled up in Ypsilanti (pretty easy to say!), where the cash price is also good for debit (hear that Nevada?), and then turned the car in. We grabbed lunch at a Coney Island eatery once checked in and anal-probed at security, then flew out on time.
As trips go, this is one of our best, ranking up there with Tennessee last year. It is making me realize there are better places to live and work than Las Vegas. Lots of people warn me about winters, and they know because they came from wintry homes. What they don't get is that SO DID I!! What they also don't get is that my move out west 24 years ago was involuntary as I was just 19, and I've been missing snowy cold Christmases for a very long time. So I will be looking out for opportunities quite doggedly from here on in....one thing is for sure: I can and will go home again more frequently!
Friday, June 3, 2016
14 Years of Good Morning and Class Dismissed, part 9
Well, I've finally arrived at what could be the most painful time in life I can remember. I think I've been avoiding this one deliberately, as I still have nightmares about it.
My time at Tom Williams had ended, and my time at Gilbert was beginning. Originally, Gilbert was a mere 3 miles from our apartment. That is, it was close until our apartment had a foreclosure notice stamped on the door on my checkout day at TW! In the 2-3 week August break, we had to pack and find a new place. At $100 less a month, we found a place 6 miles from Gilbert! That meant my commute had gone down by 1 mile total. It also meant I had NO time to go in and prep my new room.
Come back to school week for teachers, I tried to focus on all the opening crap while trying to figure out how to organize my room, especially since the previous teacher had left so much crap in there! With little to go on, I started my year.
It went pretty well at first. I was now doing 4th grade and the class was pretty nice. I met some nice staff members as well. There was a period a few times a week called explorations where students went to another room and learned a craft or skill. I teamed with the resource teacher on a few of them, it was pretty fun. The fun lasted about 2 months.
When one is used to having a break in November for seven years straight, NOT having one suddenly creates an exhaustion. On top of that, my grandmother's health was getting worse, so we spent our anniversary weekend in San Diego to spend some time with her. Coming back, school was getting ready for a December showcase event so the focus was on that as well as academics. In December, our master bathroom was leaking water from above, so the plaster and plumbing had to be redone.
After Christmas, the principal was coming down on me for lack of proper classroom decoration as well as my teaching style and classroom management. I was already exhausted so why not extend that via stress? I moved desks around and made a bonehead move in terms of student placement...and classroom management went right out the window. It got so bad that the principal had me watch the literacy specialist teach for a while. If this didn't de-spirit any teacher, I don't know what would.
In February, Vickie finally found her father after years of searching. In April, we got a chance to go up and see him during spring break while my mom watched Natalie. That was the highlight of my school year, and that's saying a lot. In class, the kids knew quite well that I was no longer in charge. The principal and I agreed that I'd put in for voluntary transfer in May. However, the school's numbers were just right, so there were no eligible transfers for our school...I was stuck. The principal was on my back, the vice principal was joining in, and the literacy specialist was doing a good job giving me a guilt complex over her added duty of helping me. My therapist was earning her money for sure!
With all of the stress building on me, I had enough. The year wasn't ending well, so in early-mid May, thanks to a suggestion from the school counselor, I put in for family medical leave. I was actually thinking of starting a new career as a cubicle-imprisoned accountant where all i had to do was work with numbers. However, after a couple of months, I was calming down. I was also under the effect of a powerful antidepressant that scrambled my brains a bit.
Fair to say, I can't end it there. In August, I was informed by the boss that I would be coming back as the literacy specialist and not a teacher. Interesting development. On return, we had a meeting over my actions in the previous year and I immediately detected her displeasure at me being there again. Easy to tell she didn't like me much. I was the chink in her otherwise perfect school.
So, I was testing students to see their reading levels, doing morning bus duty, and lunch recess duty. Once I'd tested the students, I had to create a schedule to meet with small groups. After a few stumbles, I was finally coming up with a smooth groove that lasted about 2 weeks. Then count day came, the day when student populations are measured to determine teacher need. As it turned out, there was an extra teacher: me! As agreed from the previous spring, I was to be the volunteer. We parted somewhat amicably. The other cool thing was that we were moving again, this time to a more desirable place. We were there for the last 4 days of my time at Gilbert, making it a longer commute but that was ok, the end was near. I was to begin at Darnell Elementary on October 10, with an intro to my new 4th grade class on the 7th. Indeed, my 10th year of teaching was getting interesting.
Overall, I have to say that Gilbert is a good school and they do good things there. It was just a matter of external factors along with a personality clash with my boss that made the actual teaching part hell. Great school, great kids, under different circumstances, I think I would have had a greater time of it there.
My time at Tom Williams had ended, and my time at Gilbert was beginning. Originally, Gilbert was a mere 3 miles from our apartment. That is, it was close until our apartment had a foreclosure notice stamped on the door on my checkout day at TW! In the 2-3 week August break, we had to pack and find a new place. At $100 less a month, we found a place 6 miles from Gilbert! That meant my commute had gone down by 1 mile total. It also meant I had NO time to go in and prep my new room.
Come back to school week for teachers, I tried to focus on all the opening crap while trying to figure out how to organize my room, especially since the previous teacher had left so much crap in there! With little to go on, I started my year.
It went pretty well at first. I was now doing 4th grade and the class was pretty nice. I met some nice staff members as well. There was a period a few times a week called explorations where students went to another room and learned a craft or skill. I teamed with the resource teacher on a few of them, it was pretty fun. The fun lasted about 2 months.
When one is used to having a break in November for seven years straight, NOT having one suddenly creates an exhaustion. On top of that, my grandmother's health was getting worse, so we spent our anniversary weekend in San Diego to spend some time with her. Coming back, school was getting ready for a December showcase event so the focus was on that as well as academics. In December, our master bathroom was leaking water from above, so the plaster and plumbing had to be redone.
After Christmas, the principal was coming down on me for lack of proper classroom decoration as well as my teaching style and classroom management. I was already exhausted so why not extend that via stress? I moved desks around and made a bonehead move in terms of student placement...and classroom management went right out the window. It got so bad that the principal had me watch the literacy specialist teach for a while. If this didn't de-spirit any teacher, I don't know what would.
In February, Vickie finally found her father after years of searching. In April, we got a chance to go up and see him during spring break while my mom watched Natalie. That was the highlight of my school year, and that's saying a lot. In class, the kids knew quite well that I was no longer in charge. The principal and I agreed that I'd put in for voluntary transfer in May. However, the school's numbers were just right, so there were no eligible transfers for our school...I was stuck. The principal was on my back, the vice principal was joining in, and the literacy specialist was doing a good job giving me a guilt complex over her added duty of helping me. My therapist was earning her money for sure!
With all of the stress building on me, I had enough. The year wasn't ending well, so in early-mid May, thanks to a suggestion from the school counselor, I put in for family medical leave. I was actually thinking of starting a new career as a cubicle-imprisoned accountant where all i had to do was work with numbers. However, after a couple of months, I was calming down. I was also under the effect of a powerful antidepressant that scrambled my brains a bit.
Fair to say, I can't end it there. In August, I was informed by the boss that I would be coming back as the literacy specialist and not a teacher. Interesting development. On return, we had a meeting over my actions in the previous year and I immediately detected her displeasure at me being there again. Easy to tell she didn't like me much. I was the chink in her otherwise perfect school.
So, I was testing students to see their reading levels, doing morning bus duty, and lunch recess duty. Once I'd tested the students, I had to create a schedule to meet with small groups. After a few stumbles, I was finally coming up with a smooth groove that lasted about 2 weeks. Then count day came, the day when student populations are measured to determine teacher need. As it turned out, there was an extra teacher: me! As agreed from the previous spring, I was to be the volunteer. We parted somewhat amicably. The other cool thing was that we were moving again, this time to a more desirable place. We were there for the last 4 days of my time at Gilbert, making it a longer commute but that was ok, the end was near. I was to begin at Darnell Elementary on October 10, with an intro to my new 4th grade class on the 7th. Indeed, my 10th year of teaching was getting interesting.
Overall, I have to say that Gilbert is a good school and they do good things there. It was just a matter of external factors along with a personality clash with my boss that made the actual teaching part hell. Great school, great kids, under different circumstances, I think I would have had a greater time of it there.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
14 Years of Good Morning and Class Dismissed, parts 7 and 8
2008-09
The first real year at the new building was filled with joy and stress...as always. The joy came in the form of new technology and natural sunlight getting into my room. The stress came in the form of usual Tom Williams bullshit. New building, same shit, just with 2 floors now. The new computer lab was awesome, as was the new speaker/microphone system. The electronic whiteboard was neat for math, and the ELMO was pretty cool.
As the year began, actually even before the first day with kids, we got treated to a view of the old building being razed. I almost expected to see dead bodies being unearthed, for some reason. Also in the year's beginning, our friend Richard had a major heart attack and passed. The year was a bit marred by his loss.
Come day one, it was a full house in all 5th grade rooms. Come middle of September, a new teacher was added to alleviate the crowds. Overall I had a pretty good class, the usual set of personalities were in place. This was the first year I could remember that I had an attitude-filled female group.
Vickie and I were in the process of trying to see if she could get pregnant via in vitro. All that was missing was funding. Things looked bleak until we got a nice surprise from my dad: he and his wife would fund our effort. It was a success, and on my 36th birthday Vickie told me, "Happy birthday, daddy!" Talk about your proud moments in life!
The rest of the year in many ways was a blur. Many doctor appointments occurred because it was a high-risk pregnancy. I had to give Vickie shots to make sure everything was good. As concentration on Vickie and the joy inside her grew, my focus on work faded a bit. I did my job and all, but my focus on making learning interesting and fun was getting blurry. The class could tell, too. It was getting rough, but not nearly as rough as 4 years ago.
As Spring rolled into Summer, the doctor visits were getting more frequent to monitor the baby's progress and heartbeat. At home we had 3 cats, one of whom was a major safety risk for the baby. Sadly we had to give her to a new owner.
I missed the entire final week of school because of a little thing called our daughter's birth. Her name was Natalie and our lives changed forever....and so did mine the next year.
2009-10
If I could go back and change one thing about this year, it would be to take Family Medical Leave for the first few weeks. I was low on sleep and energy. New babies do that to parents.
During the first staff development days, we were learning the Kagan class management system. It is easy to practice activities with adults, another thing with kids. I was barely awake for any of this.
The year commenced with a good group of kids. Despite my lack of sleep, I really enjoyed this group. I also got to practice a lot of my graduate school activities and ideas with the group. The fall seemed to go pretty well.
Come winter, I was called into the office and the boss laid into me for not doing my job well. In one way I could see her point. Natalie occupied many of my thoughts and I was always ready to race home to see her and Vickie. On the other hand, Kagan and a new reading time system called the Daily 5 had become mandatory in February and it was a lot to handle on top of all the programs the school had.
The clincher came when the following year's assignments came down...I was going to be placed in Kindergarten. I knew it was designed to get me out and I took the hint. The next few months were fairly lame duck for me, although I still enjoyed teaching that group right to the end. The final 5th grade graduation was a sad one for me.
I think what stands out for me is the last day when I was ready to check out. Kristie checked me out on a clipboard and walked out, saying "Good luck at your new school." No handshake, no hug for 8 years of acquaintanceship....pretty cold. In fact, a lot of people had gotten cold in the final 4 months. Goes to show what the term "fair-weather" friends really means.
That being said, my year at the new school was going to show exactly what hell could be like.
The first real year at the new building was filled with joy and stress...as always. The joy came in the form of new technology and natural sunlight getting into my room. The stress came in the form of usual Tom Williams bullshit. New building, same shit, just with 2 floors now. The new computer lab was awesome, as was the new speaker/microphone system. The electronic whiteboard was neat for math, and the ELMO was pretty cool.
As the year began, actually even before the first day with kids, we got treated to a view of the old building being razed. I almost expected to see dead bodies being unearthed, for some reason. Also in the year's beginning, our friend Richard had a major heart attack and passed. The year was a bit marred by his loss.
Come day one, it was a full house in all 5th grade rooms. Come middle of September, a new teacher was added to alleviate the crowds. Overall I had a pretty good class, the usual set of personalities were in place. This was the first year I could remember that I had an attitude-filled female group.
Vickie and I were in the process of trying to see if she could get pregnant via in vitro. All that was missing was funding. Things looked bleak until we got a nice surprise from my dad: he and his wife would fund our effort. It was a success, and on my 36th birthday Vickie told me, "Happy birthday, daddy!" Talk about your proud moments in life!
The rest of the year in many ways was a blur. Many doctor appointments occurred because it was a high-risk pregnancy. I had to give Vickie shots to make sure everything was good. As concentration on Vickie and the joy inside her grew, my focus on work faded a bit. I did my job and all, but my focus on making learning interesting and fun was getting blurry. The class could tell, too. It was getting rough, but not nearly as rough as 4 years ago.
As Spring rolled into Summer, the doctor visits were getting more frequent to monitor the baby's progress and heartbeat. At home we had 3 cats, one of whom was a major safety risk for the baby. Sadly we had to give her to a new owner.
I missed the entire final week of school because of a little thing called our daughter's birth. Her name was Natalie and our lives changed forever....and so did mine the next year.
2009-10
If I could go back and change one thing about this year, it would be to take Family Medical Leave for the first few weeks. I was low on sleep and energy. New babies do that to parents.
During the first staff development days, we were learning the Kagan class management system. It is easy to practice activities with adults, another thing with kids. I was barely awake for any of this.
The year commenced with a good group of kids. Despite my lack of sleep, I really enjoyed this group. I also got to practice a lot of my graduate school activities and ideas with the group. The fall seemed to go pretty well.
Come winter, I was called into the office and the boss laid into me for not doing my job well. In one way I could see her point. Natalie occupied many of my thoughts and I was always ready to race home to see her and Vickie. On the other hand, Kagan and a new reading time system called the Daily 5 had become mandatory in February and it was a lot to handle on top of all the programs the school had.
The clincher came when the following year's assignments came down...I was going to be placed in Kindergarten. I knew it was designed to get me out and I took the hint. The next few months were fairly lame duck for me, although I still enjoyed teaching that group right to the end. The final 5th grade graduation was a sad one for me.
I think what stands out for me is the last day when I was ready to check out. Kristie checked me out on a clipboard and walked out, saying "Good luck at your new school." No handshake, no hug for 8 years of acquaintanceship....pretty cold. In fact, a lot of people had gotten cold in the final 4 months. Goes to show what the term "fair-weather" friends really means.
That being said, my year at the new school was going to show exactly what hell could be like.
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