Our Big Day

What a celebration!

Our State Senator, Bob Jauch, visited my classroom last Friday. He came to honor four kids who won a State Championship for a Civics project last spring. He was so good with the kids, and it was a pleasure to give him a tour of our school, and speak with him for a bit. I enjoyed every moment, and even remembered to breathe. (Suzee would be so proud. She is a friend of mine, and a former boss, who would frequently have to remind me to breathe during stressful moments. I tend to hold my breath, or have very shallow breathing when life gets a little hectic. I miss her being by my side... being my oxygen!) The senator is graciously giving us a personal tour of our State Capitol later this month! Woo Hoo!

Life has been exciting!

Jumping In With Both Feet

There is a lot to catch you up on, but it's late, and I have to give you the short version...

1. Last spring, another 5th grade teacher, and I took four 5th grade students to our State Capitol for a Project Citizen Civics competition. The students competed against 17 other schools, mostly middle school. It was our first time competing, and basically we saw it as the culminating activity. Our expectations didn't go beyond finishing the competition, and getting the kids through their 4 minute speeches in front of a panel of 6 judges, in an Assembly Hearing Room at the Capitol. (How many of you would attempt that one?)

2. Well, as we sat and watched the awards dwindle from the table, our hopes of receiving a participation award were swept away. We sank a little lower in our chairs, which by the way, were in the Main Assembly Hearing Room. You know the one... the very room where laws are passed! It was beautiful.

3. The time came for the State Champions to be announced... WE WON! I immediately stood with my arms in the air, and shouted out a, "Woo Hoo!" Yeah, not my classiest moment. I suddenly realized that people don't cheer at these events, they just give little "golf claps." I slowly sat down as I realized all eyes, including those in the balcony, were watching, and probably were wondering why I didn't know the anti-cheering rules.

4. This was a bigger deal than even we knew. The following months were filled with phone calls and letters congratulating the kids, and us. They came from Representatives, Congressmen, and Senators. Excitement was in the air.

5. Our state senator came to my class to honor last year's champions, and to get this year's troops excited about the project. That was a fun day!

6. I'm sorry... I don't think this is the short version.

7. We are now taking the students to the 40th Annual National Indian Education Convention next month. This is the part of the story that makes me laugh...

We were told that it was a huge honor to take these kids to the convention. The conversations within the couple of months have gone something like this:

Max: Yeah, Lisa... You'll be taking the kids to Milwaukee. They'll have their boards with them, and they'll just be in a hallway answering questions people may have as they pass by.

Lisa: Okay, great. A hallway... We can do that. I'll go over some questions that may come about so they'll be prepared. (Remember... This project started last January, and ended May 2nd. They are in Middle School now, and have moved on. Preparation will be a must!)

Weeks pass...

Max: So Lisa... The kids will be in a convention room. They'll have their own table with their board, so when people are walking around, they will be there to explain their project and answer questions.

Lisa: All right, that sounds good. I'll go over their speeches with them, and make sure they're prepared.

Another week, or so:

Principal: Hey, Lisa... The kids are going to be part of Maria's presentation. (I've never met Maria, I was sure they'd be in good hands.) She'll be the presenter, the kids just need to be there with their boards.

Lisa: Oh, really? Okay. We'll be there!

Max, as of last Friday: Don't worry about a thing! Just wait until the conference call next week. Everything that is expected of you will be explained. Don't worry about it!

Today, Tuesday, September 29, 2009 at 3:30 pm...

Conference call with Maria:

Maria: So Lisa and Brenda, you will be presenting for an hour and a half.

Wait a minute...

Lisa: Whaaaaaat? WE will be presenting?! An hour and a half?!

Maria: Oh, don't worry. You will be amazed at how fast an hour and a half goes! And the last 10-15 minutes you can reserve for question and answer time.

(Great... what if I don't know the answers?)

I've arranged for you to have an overhead. You'll be just fine.

(An overhead projector? Just what am I supposed to project? What in the heck am I doing?)

Lisa: How many people will be there?

Maria: Well, you have a GREAT time slot! It's not early in the morning, and it's not late in the afternoon when people leave early... It's at a great time! (Meaning there will be A LOT of people!)

Lisa: Gulp. Okay, thank you?

So, there you have it. God has put me in the Dare Chair. Yep, plopped me in it, and strapped me down. Oh, and by the way... the presentation will be in a "theater like setting for 10-75 people." Oh boy. Remember that great time slot? Does that mean 75 people?

The lesson? Beware folks, sometimes you will end up in my Dare Chair, whether you volunteered, or not!

If you find yourself in the Dare Chair, relax, knowing God has put you there for a reason. He has faith in YOU, and has given you everything you need to complete the dare. You just need to be willing to try. Stop fighting it, give into it, jump in with both feet, and enjoy the ride!

WhatWas I Thinking?

Picture a 5th Grade Classroom. Now, I will fill in the actual dialog:

Myah: "Mrs. Johnson, why do you dress up every day? You always match. Why do you dress up every day?"

Mrs. Johnson (That would be me.): "Because I'm a professional."

Cody, with a very puzzled look on his face: "Mrs. Johnson, you're not a professional, you're a teacher!"

Silly me... What was I thinking?!

Refining Fire

I must admit, I am amazed.

I was confused.

Now it is all clear.

The subbing job that I told you about, on the Reservation, has been the hardest job I have ever had in my life. I was shocked, I cried, and I must sadly admit that I never wanted to work there, even if I was paid a million dollars.

Fast forward 3 weeks...

I LOVE IT!!!!!

"WHAT?!," you say?

Yes, I love it. I was put through the refining fire by the students, and I have arrived on the other side, molded, strong, and shining. I understand why they tested me and did not trust me just because I am a teacher. I actually have a respect for their tests. Their trust does not come easily. I feel like I have won a medal worth far more than any medal Hollywood could give. I have won the respect of middle school children who have been through far more in their short lives than I have. They hold onto their trust, and do not give it away easily; you must earn it... every bit of it.

Yesterday, two 8th graders thanked me for taking their teacher's place. Their gift of thanks meant the world to me... it brought tears to my eyes. That thanks was hard-earned. I will never forget that feeling.

I adore the kids that have been in my classes. I hope to watch them grow, explore, and succeed. They taught me a whole lot in 3 weeks. I am sad that I only have one week left with them.

They will truly be missed.

God's File

God is using his giant file on me today, and it hurts. He is molding me, filing down my rough edges, and hopefully, is creating a masterpiece.

I found out today that I did not get a teaching job that I had oh, so desperately wanted. Many tears have fallen today, but do you want to know something funny? I actually had a really good day teaching at the challenging subbing job I told you about last week. I figure that either:

a. The kids knew I was hurting and let up on their hurtful remarks and attitudes

or

b. The kids are starting to treat me like a teacher, and not a substitute.

All I know, is that for the most part, they were very enjoyable today! There is light at the end of the tunnel!!

As far as the job goes, I will choose to trust that God is placing me right where He wants me. I will go where he sends me because you see, I would rather be in the most challenging job of my life, and be in the center of His will, than be at an easier job, and be out of His will.

So the next time you see me, I may be a bit smoother in spots, due to God's filing. My band-aids may be showing, but something tells me I will be more beautiful in places that really matter.

Life Lessons

Looking back can be a good thing...

Last summer, I applied for a teaching job in town. I was fairly confident, and hopeful that I would get it, and life would get a bit easier for my husband.

I cannot quite express the incredible disappointment I had when the principal called to tell me that I did not get the job. I admit it... I called my husband in tears to tell him the news. I had wanted that job with every fiber of my being. I can't think of anything that I have ever wanted more.

The year went on. I continued subbing. I was wounded, but determined. Determined to hold my head high. Determined to be the best substitute teacher that I could be. Determined to keep my dream in sight... my own classroom. Some day.

The first time I was called to sub for the woman that got the job I had applied for, and lost, was heartbreaking. I compare it to pouring lemon juice into a wound. Ouch. It hurt. It was humbling.

I walked into her classroom with my head held high, and congratulated her on her new job. I still do not know if she knew I also, had applied and hoped for the job she was now blessed with. I ended up enjoying the day very much. I have been a substitute in that very class about four times this year, and always arrive and leave with a smile on my face.

Now that March has arrived, I have looked back at the school year, and can honestly say that I am grateful for another year of subbing. Why? Because I have learned so much this year subbing, and have been in so many different classrooms, in many different situations. I will now bring more to the classroom because of the lessons I have learned.

I knew from the start, that I saw life through a tiny window, and God saw the whole picture without any obstructions. He knew what I needed. He knew what was best for me, as well as what will be best for my future students.

Thank you, God, for teaching me a valuable lesson.