Richmond Hill students

This past week was Homecoming week. Each day was a different theme, such as Superhero Costume Day or School Spirit Day. Naturally, the students were as hyped up as Mexican Jumping Beans. So this was the week to cut them a little slack.
I love to take photos, so I've been taking them regularly since the school year started. In fact, I recently sent a bunch to the school's Yearbook Advisor since 9th graders are usually left out of the yearbook.



Overall, my students are very nice and easy to love. None are mean-spirited; the disruptive ones are seeking attention from peers or haven't learned to contain those intense hormones.



I was telling a friend recently that one very positive characteristic of high school students is that they are almost always smiling or laughing. Look around the classroom, look around an entire high school, and the laughter and squeals of joy fill the air.

Friday downpour

Friday: The week flew by. Liberto got back last Saturday night, right on time. I'd taken all day Saturday off from grading papers---too tired to do it even if I'd wanted to---so I did have to spend some time working on Sunday, but we still managed to hang out and enjoy each other's company. He was back to work on Monday, working long hours and going to several doctors' appointments this week for whatever is ailing his intestines. He seems to have a combination of problems, one of which is the old kidney-stones issue that he's had for over 20 years, added to inflammation of a section of the colon. He has very specific pain in one area. Next Wednesday, he's having another colonoscopy, as a follow-up to an MRI, which didn't show anything. Although you're only supposed to have colonoscopies every 10 years and he's had one in the last five, the pain is cause for further examination. I'll be taking my first day off from school to go with him.

Heavy rain today! I used the beautiful, colorful, frog-themed umbrella from my dear friend Sharon, and was so proud to inflate it to show off to everyone, as I walked into school this morning. It was raining heavily early this morning and still is now. I had to drive Paul's car to work because my car's battery is dead. Another errand to do this weekend, buy a new battery.

My two sets of wind chimes are swinging and ringing like crazy outside, as the rain swirls down, and the wind gusts. I can see the chimes through the window, hanging from a thick branch of the lemon tree. The set that rings the loudest was ordered from my darling grandson in Virginia, who was getting points at school for sales from a website store, and the other was purchased from a neighborhood child, also selling door to door for her school. Even before I bought these chimes, I had already ordered one from the child of a teacher at school, but it hasn't come in yet. Soon, I'll have a third set swinging from the tree branch.

I can already smell the end of the semester in the air. Next week is Halloween, followed soon by Veteran's Day, Thanksgiving break, and the End of Course test for my 9th graders. Then the holiday break, and a new semester.

I'm SO grateful that the principal of the school always smiles and says hello to me. That's a management style which is far more effective than icy stares, in my opinion!

Rosy-fingered dawn

Saturday: In Homer's Odyssey, dawn is usually described as "rosy-fingered." Yesterday morning, the sunrise reached across the gray sky just as the Greeks and Latins described it in their epics, beautifully "rosy-fingered." On my way to work, I drive over a river, and yesterday, the epic sunrise looked spectacular over the water. One of the important joys of being an educator is being educated at all times. I haven't read the Odyssey for years, but teaching it has required me to re-read and re-appreciate it, probably more than the students ever will at this stage. I love the epic descriptions of nature. When I was a high school student taking Latin, I was forced to translate the Aeneid from Latin into English, and to this day, I remember the rosy-fingered dawns described by Virgil. Teaching secondary English has forced me to review material, as well as to learn material, that I didn't need to know during college teaching. High school ELA programs are quite thorough in their requirements, from reading lists to literary terms, so I continue to learn or re-learn.

I got nine weeks' grades in last week and started a new nine weeks. As an ending to the Count of Monte Cristo unit, I showed the 2002 film version, very cheesey and romantic, and not at all like the book. Nevertheless, the students enjoyed it (great substitute for reading the book, I'm sure) and it had some good scenes of Chateau D'If and Marseilles. Its theme of revenge could not help but be thrilling, and what student can resist loving a lot of fight scenes? The truth is, though, that Edmond Dantes, the Count of Monte Cristo, never physically touched his enemies, and ruined them in far more sophisticated ways, such as hitting them where it really hurt, in the pocketbook.

I ordered the long Gerard Depardieu version of the movie through Netflix and started watching it last night. This version hits the spot! It's in French, but if the translation is accurate, is faithful to the text. I managed to watch four hours of it last night and will finish the next few hours of the movie today.

Liberto arrives home tonight at 10 p.m. I truly hope the plane is on time. I always call the airline hotlines before departing for airports because there's nothing worse than hanging out for wasted hours at an airport, with later arrival times appearing on the screens every 15 minutes. But even if I wait for hotline confirmation that the plane has departed Miami, what if that departure time is pushed up till midnight or later? I am not a Night person. I don't do well after 9 p.m.

It's drizzling today. Every morning now, a few fresh lemons appear on the lawn.
I have three full bowls of fresh lemons in the house. We'll have to start taking them to work, to give away to people. The tree has grown so well that one section has arched right into the fish pond reeds, weighed down by the clusters of growing fruit. I hate that we'll probably have to cut some of those branches before the limbs end up in the pond water.

Rain, rain, rain

Sunday: This morning I awoke to the sound of pouring rain. It has rained hard almost all day, save for a few pauses. The leaves on the trees are dripping and waterfalls are splashing off the roof. It's now 8:30 (almost time for me to crawl into bed and grade the last few papers before retiring)and I can still hear it coming down hard outside. I love rainstorms if I'm inside and have nowhere to go.

The day stretched out. I graded nine weeks' exams all day, alternating that with the ongoing battle of the messy house. My day was almost exactly the same yesterday, except that Paul and I went to the gym yesterday afternoon, and I also took Pete for a walk, but other than that, it was the same ole. I was telling Diana today that when Liberto goes to Venezuela during Christmas break, I don't have the same pressures to get papers done, so I can actually turn my mind off from work and have fun on my own around the house, just puttering, doing this and that, so I never feel bored, even when he's away. But during the school year, when I'm under pressure to keep up with the grading, either I can't seem to find the time to do something frivolous, or I can't shut off school-related thoughts long enough to enjoy whatever hobby I should be taking up. Thus, his absence right now has created a sense of boredom. Without his energetic presence to balance the monotony of 85 tests and other less-than-exciting work-related tasks, I feel rather dull and blah today.








I wish I could spend less time on schoolwork; I wish I could just turn off the switch when I get home and forget everything until the next day. I'd like to spend more time writing my blog, or working on another creative project I have, or hanging out with friends more. I guess part of it is I'm just wired to be anxious about work. Even when I was a young thing, I worried, no matter what the job was. Even when I slung hash in Maine during the homestead days, I was nervous about doing it well, never mind for other more important employment gigs over the years. I admire people who are naturally placid and unruffled, who never worry and in fact always assume that the workplace is lucky to have them! Yes, I've seen that type before!


Gus and Pete snuggled up for a nap today. That rainy weather just makes a dog and a cat feel sleepy, doesn't it?

Glad it's Friday

Friday: It was noticeably darker this morning as I drove to work. I gave the third and last nine week's exam today, and now have a stack of them to grade. Ah, it's Friday. I love Friday evenings and the prospect of a grading-free evening.

I'm sick about the stock market crash(es). I'm sick about how much of my IRA from the years at Georgia Southern has disappeared. L and I worked hard during those years and had our priorities straight when we decided to contribute a decent monthly amount to that retirement account so that I would have a glimmer of hope to be able to retire some day. When I left GSU, I just let the account sit since I'm in the state Teacher's Retirement System. Our goal now is for me to achieve 10 years in TRS---I'm now in year five---and use the GSU account to supplement the measly pension from TRS or even buy a few more years from TRS. Even with the best case scenarios for retirement income, I sure as heck won't be living high on hog. Perhaps this is time of life when aging baby boomers should come together and start farmsteads, homesteads, and communes, and live cooperatively and economically with each other's help. We ex-hippies had it all wrong. We should have kept our noses to the grindstone during our younger years and gone back to the land in our sixties. But nah, I think we're too tired and creaky now to be chopping wood and harvesting crops.
I know I'm too crabby and independent to want to share my space, my routine, or tomato crops with anyone but family.

Yesterday, the first fight occurred at Richmond Hill High School. Remember at Groves, there was one about once per day? Until yesterday, there had not been one at RHHS. But the spell has been broken. At 3:00, as school let out, a violent fight erupted at one of the entrances to the school. I didn't see or hear it because I was in my classroom, but the three children of the teacher with whom I share the classroom came running into the room, all excited and breathless, reporting that THEY HAD SEEN THE FIGHT! Their mother was out of the room, so they had to tell me everything. "One guy was on the ground and the others were STOMPING ON HIM!!" A teacher got hit during the chaos.

This morning, my first block students were talking about THE FIGHT non-stop until the first bell rang. After all, it's not the norm for them, as it was at Groves. Then, for the first time since school began, the Principal himself came on the intercom to speak to all teachers and students. After his reminder that he will NOT tolerate any nonsense and WILL permanently expel students who misbehave physically, he said that the fight yesterday was vicious, violent, and was gang-related. A few gang members who were not students at our school, walked right through the door and jumped a RHHS student (he was the one on the ground). The principal assured everyone that the jumpers were now in jail. He told the students that he was aware that there is a growing element of "gang wannabes" at the school, and he said, to the effect, "Students, don't be stupid. If you're a gang wannabe, the real gang members are going to come after you. Plus, we're going to expel you." After his announcement, one of my students confided that "Brandon," a student in that very class, had been part of the fight. He was absent this morning. I don't know for sure if he was the one jumped, but he certainly fits the stereotype of a gang type. To be honest, if he did not return to the school, I would not be sorry. He swaggers in every morning with an attitude---I'm the man!---and proceeds to disrupt, show off, not work, and basically do the posturing thing. I think the school administration is serious about culling the deadbeats. The bad boy of my third block class has been expelled from the school, and the freon-sniffer is in ISS almost full-time, where he can sleep contentedly. One of the special students from my fourth block class has been expelled, to my surprise. Apparently, his mistake was to be naive. On the way to school one day, he found a bong (so he claims)and brought it to school to impress the cooler kids. The administration was not amused, and expelled him.

Miracles of technogy

Thursday: Liberto has been in Venezuela since Saturday, but every evening we click onto Skype and connect across thousands of miles via computer webcam. In the background, behind Liberto's smiling face, I can see Mama's scrupulously gleaming clean kitchen, which makes me imagine I can smell cafe au lait through the screen. I can also see the sisters moving around in the background. Papa doesn't come to the computer very often because walking is painful for him. But when he does come, he's upbeat and joking. Both he and Mama love when Paul jumps on camera and says a few words in Spanish.

The webcam connection is a vast improvement over old-fashioned blind telephone conversations. But I don't like seeing myself on camera in the corner of the screen. This particular camera is not only NOT flattering but does its best to make me look hideous and distorted. Not to mention exhausted, which I am, but must the camera pick up every droop of my eyes?

Isn't technology grand, though? I'm old enough to remember when a long distance call was a big deal, very expensive, and usually done on "person-to-person" status. But now! I take the dog for a walk through the neighborhood and dial up Shawn in Arizona or Diana in Colorado on my cell phone in seconds, and speak to them as though they were walking along next to me in the woods. The next level, the webcam, is terrific. When I can see Liberto and the family, it doesn't feel as though he's out of the country at all.

Time to go to bed. I'll write more on the weekend.

October Saturday

Saturday: The dog looks despondent. He's lying on the couch, eyes half closed. Liberto left for Venezuela this morning. I got up at 5:30 to drive him to the airport and still feel jet-lagged since I'm accustomed to sleeping in on Saturdays. In addition, I feel sluggish, as though I'm getting a cold, so I took some zinc right away. It was cool this morning as I took the dog for his "Consti-petie" walk. Paul just now informed me that it's 80 degrees out. But it feels much colder to me!

Last night (even though I was scheduled to snooze off early in front of a movie), we went to the mall. Liberto needed a new belt and new shoes for the job interview he is probably going to have the week he returns from Venezuela. A few months ago, "Somebody" at the City took him aside and asked him if he'd be interested in becoming the Director of a new Department that they're establishing in the City.(I take that a subtle Sign that he may be a favored candidate.) He said yes. Last week, when they advertised the position, he got all his paperwork in. Although nothing is ever certain, he's highly qualified for this position. It's interesting that as a personality, he combines that logical, methodical, mathematical eye-for-detail ability of an engineer and a supervisor (which he is now), with that warm, sociable, colorful, talkative, compassionate side of him. Yesterday at work, I was chit chatting with a teacher whose sister is an engineer. He was remarking on how left-brained she is in every way. I told him that my husband-the-engineer's left-brainedness is infused with Hispanic cultural traits, which make him outgoing and warm as well.

I got home at 6:30, hopped back into bed, read the newspaper, and graded a couple sets of quizzes. I've got lots of paperwork, but most of it is not deep stuff that I have to engage with in a serious way. Despite the amount of paperwork I get now, it's not nearly as overwhelming as it was when I was at Georgia Southern. We're halfway through the high school semester now. Halfway, already! Next week we give the required 9 weeks exams. Bryan County also has the common sense to end the semester before Christmas break. That way, one might have the chance of enjoying the holidays without frantically grading, planning, or stressing while "It's a Wonderful Life" re-plays in the background. In Chatham County, when they were on the 3/3 system before last year's disastrous year-round schedule, they carried the first semester into the first two weeks of January, so you'd come back from the short break (on Jan. 2, can you believe?)and face the same lame duck students who were in no frame of mind to engage in material that was going to end soon anyway. I'm very excited that I might be able to relax and forget about school during the holiday break this year. It will also be nice to go back to a brand new set of students.

I can't help but remember Chatham County's insane obsession with hooded sweatshirts. The Supt. and Board had decided that sweatshirts with hoods were gansta outfits and forbid students to wear anything with hoods attached. (They also forebade hats, even outside, when the temperature dropped below 30!). Detecting hoods became an ongoing battle between administration and students. The AP's expended incredible energy literally chasing down students who had hoods attached to jackets or sweatshirts. Looking back, this seems like such a stupid waste of time. At Richmond Hill, it's no biggie. The kids can wear hoods, and so far, no harm has resulted from it. At RH, the most frequent dress code violation involves boys displaying their boxers above their sagging jeans. For the girls, the most frequent violation is wearing flip-flops.

I'll probably jinx it by saying this, but in the 9 weeks I've been at RHHS, there has not been one fist fight that I know of!

It's a beautiful, sunny, and cool---okay, cooler---day today. Paul wants me to go get Chinese for lunch and dinner, and since the Cook is out of town, I'll be glad to purchase some well-prepared food. My problem is that while I always appreciate good food when it's put in front of me, I don't cook well. Maybe it's because when I'm hungry, anything tastes fine, so I don't get emotionally invested enough in the outcome of cooking. My cousins J. and J. are fabulous cooks! I envy the ability, but can't replicate it. I've tried over the years, but it's just not my gift. Chicken and broccoli from the China Wok sounds delectable to me right now. On my way!