The Awesome Within the Awkward

Well hello there! Guess who finished her student teaching….

This girl!!!


(This was the resulting aftermath from 80’s day.)

It just so happens I was the only one who dressed up for the occasion…


It was okay though, I had enough awesome to go around.

This dress up day was for a unit I was doing on Dialogue Through the Ages in which students took quotes from Shakespeare and rewrote them using slang from other time periods.

It was rad.

I didn’t want to be the only ridiculously awkward awesome teacher in the hall so I took it upon myself to include a few of the other teachers in the fun by casting them as members of some of Shakespeare’s best works.


 Yeah… so I’ve been busy. I’ve been lost in the land of middle school and let me just say that it is as awkward as an adult as it was when you were a kid.

I thought the last two weeks would be a marvelous time to wind down. I thought there would come a point where it would all be downhill. But that time never came, it turns out there was nothing but peaks to climb… never. ending. peaks.  There was a point within the last week that I had only slept about three hours a night and the only thing I had managed to consume was coffee.

There were times where I wasn’t so sure I would be able to make it through with my sanity in tact.  But during those times the kids always did something special right when I needed it. One day when I was walking out of my classroom I shut my door behind me and found a bunch of little sticky notes stuck to the back of it.


All of these notes had nice things to say on them.

Who knew middle schoolers could be so sweet?! I teared up a little, grabbed my basket of grading and headed home feeling rejuvenated, knowing that all of the hard work I was putting in was worth it.


I spent the last two weeks grading memoirs. I have 125 students and each student made a book that had about 7 chapters in it. I was told to just focus on a few chapters in the book to leave comments on otherwise I might die trying to read everything. This was the plan I had in mind but ultimately I couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right, I had to acknowledge everything that they had written to me.

I was the one who taught them how to write, how to hook their reader and how to be reflective and honest… and I must say, I did a damn good job. They all had so much to say that I didn’t feel like it would be right not to acknowledge it. After all, what they really want is to be heard. Isn’t that was everyone wants?

So, that was the reason for my disappearance on the blog. I was busy grading a never-ending stack of memoirs… and it just so happened to be the most rewarding experience. I learned so much about the kids I had become close to and it was my chance to leave them notes of encouragement in all facets of their lives.

By the time the last day had rolled around I was more sad than excited that it was coming to an end. Before I walked out of the door I received hugs, well wishes and even more notes that made my heart swell…


and some that made me laugh…


I didn’t know what to do with myself when I got home. This was the end of a ten year journey. I’ve persevered through so many obstacles to get to this point and all I could think was…

“What now?”

It was very anticlimactic, so I did what anyone would do after a long journey…. I took off my pants.

I peeled the contacts off of my eyeballs and put my old man glasses and baggy PJ’s on. Brent wasn’t feeling well and had ordered pizza to celebrate. When I heard a knock on the door I answered it and I was surprised to find 5 friends standing outside with flowers and champagne.


It was the best surprise!


The celebration was short lived because I still had to turn in my final project for my class. My brain was completely fried and I was not prepared for it to take me 5 hours to compile all of the work I had done into a portfolio. After I turned it in I felt nervous. I can’t leave anything out or I fail the whole process and I’ll have to start all over again.

So, I haven’t truly let my hair down to celebrate just yet. I’m waiting to get the results of my final before I do my happy dance.

Until then, I’m going to try to get back into the groove of my former healthy life.

That means we are back to our regular schedule. You’ll see three posts a week, weigh-ins (ugh), monthly pictures (super UGH),  healthy recipes, workouts and my reflections on life in general.

I’ve missed you guys and I can’t wait to get connected again! So tell me… what have you been up to?!?!


A Band of Fake Wrestlers

Good morning!


Penelope and I have been up at the crack of dawn watching Food Network and listening to the birds chirp. Penelope has figured out how to use the camera on my phone so she felt the need to record the occasion.

This week flew by so fast, I have absolutely no idea where the time went. As usual I spent my time trying to juggle all of the things on my “to do” list. This required a lot of multitasking.

Reading while eating…


Gardening and bonding…


“Is it growing yet?”

Teaching while doing grad work…


You know… the usual. In fact, you may not be aware of this but I’m actually feeding my kids breakfast and planning a lesson in my head while simultaneously writing this blog post.

All throughout the week I’ve been catching up on my Shakespeare for a unit I’m about to teach.  Bridget decided to join me so we’ve both had our noses in the Spark Notes: No Fear Shakespeare books. Penelope did not want to be left out so she decided to “read” them as well.


In fact, she won’t leave the books alone! Last night Bridget and I were watching 10 Things I Hate About You to compare it to The Taming of the Shrew but couldn’t find our copy. When I went to get Penelope out of her crib this morning I found this in her room.


I also found her standing in her crib butt naked shouting, “Lucky poops! Lucky poops!” Yeah… there was nothing “lucky” about it.

With spring in the air I have been dying to go running in the evenings but I’m still not cleared to as of yet. I had three chiropractor appointments and one massage and I feel worse for wear. All of my muscles are sore. I feel like I ran into a band of fake wrestlers in a dark ally. I just want to sort my body out so that I can get back to working out! It’s getting rather frustrating actually.

I ate healthy for the majority of the week. So much so that one of my students asked me, “Do you always eat healthy?” I was tempted to lie and say yes.  But then I didn’t want her to look at me and decide eating healthy food wasn’t worth it. So I told her the truth, “I try…”

When Friday rolled around Brent and Bridget went out to eat before going to the father daughter dance…


During the process of curling Bridget’s hair for the event Penelope pulled all of the books out of my book shelf and took off her diaper so that she could poop on the floor. While this was happening Brent was yelling up the stairs about not being able to find his dress shoes. He eventually found them on his own… but Penelope had taken out the laces.

(I think she was trying to thwart their daddy/daughter night out because she wasn’t invited.)

By the time they walked out the door I was in need of a bottle glass of wine. So, I treated myself to some junk after a week of good old fashioned clean eating. Saturday rolled around and I just kept on treating myself… so now I’m trying to get back on the wagon. I weighed myself this morning after a night of eating salt and vinegar chips to find that I weighed in at 187. This was after doing a happy dance on Thursday when I weighed 181.2… so let’s do my self-esteem a favor and call that water weight. Shall we?

K, Thanks.

As for now, I must cut this post short go take my kids out for a walk. As you can see they are getting quite antsy…


Scout is whining, Bridget is shouting over the sound of one of Penelope’s obnoxious toys in an attempt to tell me about a dream she had and Penelope is trying to edit my post.

It was nice talking to you… until next time. (If I haven’t lost my mind.)