*It’s a sign you’ve been blogging too long when you all of a sudden you develop this weird obsession with cool red barns by your house *just because you think they would be the perfect backdrop for a picture on a Sunday stroll.* *(blogger nerd alert!) *P.S. Do you like Matt’s outfit? He only changes …
Parents and Pasta
Yesterday I had to speak in church, so my mom and stepdad drove up from Bountiful to come support me (or maybe throw tomatoes). I ended up not writing my talk until about 45 minutes before I gave it because I was down in Bountiful on Friday and Saturday for the UGA Family History Fair …
It’s Been Almost a Year…
Almost a year ago to the day, I ran my first (and maybe last) marathon, which had been on my life’s bucket list forever. Honestly, even though it was something I had wanted to do for as long as I could remember, I never thought I would buckle down and actually do it. Running had never …
I Read Real Books
My students seem to be slightly obsessed with all the e-reader options available today–they’ve asked permission to bring everything from Kindles to Nooks to iPhones to read in class, and they’ve repeatedly asked me for months to tell them yet again how to cite page numbers off of an e-book. While I can see the …
50 Weeks to Organized: Week 16
In last week’s organizational post, I moaned about how I would probably regret choosing to tackle the filing cabinet this week (especially since we’re hitting midterms and parent-teacher conferences this week at the school). Surprisingly, I actually ended up getting most of it done over the weekend instead of procrastinating it all until the last …
Tuesday Tell-All
*Every spring, I am made new by the extended hours of sunlight streaming through our windows until late into the evening–the delight of having daylight at 7:30 P.M still has not worn off yet, and I often find myself staring at the way the light reflects off the cilantro plant that I just potted, or …
Happy Hour
Last Friday, a student (we’ll call him Barry) came into my 6th hour creative writing class, gave a big sigh [of relief], and said, “Mrs. Meidell, are we your happy hour?” I laughed and replied back with, “Why? Is this YOUR happy hour?” He thought for a second, then said, “Yeah. I’d say that it …
Dreaming Big
Some days, when I have to remind myself that I actually voluntarily put myself into the job that I’m in, I let my mind wander to a place of dreams–dreams where I’m not having to constantly monitor and babysit what 150 teenagers are doing every second and where my job isn’t notoriously known for being …