I bought sesame oil so that I could make fried rice like my mom. I failed miserably and burnt the pan.
I bought a book that I'm really excited to read and have had time to get to page 5. From Through Painted Deserts:
"...everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing, and I want to change because it is God's way. All my life I have been changing. I changed form a baby to a child, from a soft toys to play daggers. I changed into a teenager to drive a car, into a worker to spend some money. I will change into a husband to love a woman, into a father to love a child, change houses so we are near water, and again so we are near mountains, and again so we are near friends, keep changing with my wife, getting our love so it dies and gets born again and again, like a garden, fed by four seasons, a cycle of change. Everybody has to change, or they expire. Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons."
--Donald Miller
Back to School Night was last night. It was okay, but it really made me feel inadequate and afterwards I just felt so bad for my poor students who are being hauled through this year of chaos with me. So I decided to go to Bible study even though I would be late because it's not healthy for me to go home and sit in my room and think unpleasant thoughts. I'm glad I went because afterward we played a slightly different version of King Jabba, which is the best game on Earth. I left at 11:00. I feel like a Sim. I can't get all those little happiness bars green. If I spend time working on my social bar, my sleep bar turns red and this a problem because I can't focus on writing anymore. Poor little worn out eyeballs.
We planted our seeds yesterday and the kids were really good at following the directions. My dad made a fancy light hooky together thing so I have 3 plant boxes all lined up. I hope they germinate soon!
I'm almost done testing the reading levels of all my kids. They range from level 3 (beginning of 1st grade "I can eat. The dog is brown.") to level 28 (end of 3rd grade level, think Harry Potter). It's like the old-fashioned one room school except they are all about the same height.
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-Dad
so glad to read this update! great quote, our lives have changed a lot over the past several months - good reminder that it's both natural and necessary. . .God is a good Father! I'm proud of you just for attempting fried rice - I never have, sorry about the pan though! :) Wow - open house already, that's intense. I'm so proud of you. . .you're doing the best with what you know and the gifts that the Lord has blessed you with - which are many and both pleasing in His sight and a blessing to His people. Are you doing fast plants?! Sounds like it, how cool!! The kids will never forget that - you're making great memories for them! And so glad you went to Bible study. . keep putting on that armor daily. Tell me (us :)) more about that game! Would it work with freshmen? I'm leading in Trinity, so excited! Okay, that's all for now - sorry so long, clearly we need to talk! :)
Had to smile at the idea of you walking around with a little Sim diamond-shaped thingie floating over your head, changing from green to yellow to red.
My color is sort of yellow, as everything is going well, but I'm feeling quite drowsy and would prefer to take a nap than go direct bells... It'll be better once I get there, I know.
Love you!
Mom
Open House can leave the most experienced of us feeling that way. It's OK. The parents left your room thinking, "What a caring teacher my child has this year and such great energy."
Next year start a new school tradition of going out for pie after Back to School Night.....it's good to debrief and hear others stories......not to mention eating pie.
Glad you went to Bible study. It's good to leave work at work.
Love, Lori
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