Underappreciated!

I have been teaching languages for the last sixteen years, and I have seen and heard many weird comments during that time.  I have noticed that many people simply don’t appreciate the work I do.  To be honest, it makes me sad and a bit angry.

I have heard things like, “Speak English!” or “Why can’t everyone learn English?” too many times to count.  Think about it from my perspective if you can.  I am a professional paid to speak my second language—in this case Spanish.  I am paid to teach people as much as I can in the time allotted to me.  I have been trained extensively in the various methods to do just that, literally spending years staying current with research in my field.

When my students encounter me, I need to create the expectation of using the second language.  What that means is when I see students in town or anywhere else outside of my classroom, I like to speak to them in Spanish.  It activates what they already know and expands their minds to be able to learn even more.  They gain confidence when they are successful.

Sit back, be quiet and let me do what I’m trained to do.  It’s not my fault there is no official language for the United States.  It’s not my fault that students are required to take at least one year of Spanish to graduate.  It’s not my fault that it is harder for some students than others.  If you think about it, that could easily apply to math or science, etc.

What any teacher does is build background knowledge for life.  Our job is to combat ignorance.  A little support from the community would be nice.  Tolerance for other cultures wouldn’t hurt either.  You’re never too old to learn!

P. S.  To the community members who are always supportive, thank you so much!  You make the rough days easier.

Planting Seeds

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My colleagues and I had an “event” today in a neighboring city, and we all expended a lot of time and energy to make it fun and successful.  I was hoping to be able to use my Spanish because I had invited several gals.  I didn’t get any takers this time, but I figure nothing grows unless you plant seeds.  That’s what I’m doing now—planting seeds as I invite ladies—and hoping for a harvest at some point.  That harvest may be in the form of business relationships or friendships.  Either way, I come out a winner.

Today’s event gave me a chance to practice what I’ve learned and look my best at the same time.  The cupcakes were a tasty bonus!

 

 

Change that Channel

Am I the only one who watches maybe five or ten minutes of a show and then has to flip the channel because I’ve suddenly had enough?  That happened to me this morning.  Again.  I won’t tell the actual name of the show, but it involves people getting married.  I felt like I was getting “stuck on stupid” due to things people were saying about gender roles and marriage in general.

I, of course, base that last statement on my experiences with my own mate.  The TV mother-in-laws said a woman should keep romance alive, take care of the house and let her husband be the boss.  WHAT???  In a good marriage (relationship), there is no boss.  It would (ideally) be a partnership, right?  There will always be chores that one person usually does, but in real life, partners have to function as a team and do things that may not be easy.  That means two people working together to make a future.  There’s no boss, and nobody gets paid a salary.

According to the ladies on the show, my mate and I did everything all wrong!  Funny thing is, our “wrong” sure did work well!  I have no objection to what people call old-fashioned values.  I do, however, object to a warped view of marriage and what each gender “should” do.

Just Believe

This morning—for the last few mornings, actually—I was thinking about all of the things I need.  I have tried to remember to trust in the Lord, but I’m human.  It’s a challenge to let go of things that bring me down.

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A rainbow always reminds me of God’s grace and power.

While I was in the shower, I was still pondering everything, but I remembered that God already knows what we need.  I took a moment to thank God for the hot water coming out of the tap.  Then I started thinking about all of the other things I rarely notice until we don’t have them.  It’s easy to take things for granted because (say it with me) we are human.  It’s our nature to worry and get worked up about things we simply can’t control.

I reminded myself that God knows.  He’s not limited by time, money or ability like we are.  He is perfect.  We are not, but we can strive for perfection and accept grace.  I will have to keep reminding myself of these things.  If and when I forget, I’m counting on you to remind me.

 

Slow Down!

That’s what I keep telling myself.  I have to slow down, take a breath and relax from time to time.  Even when my body is at rest, my brain is racing.  I can’t be the only person who lies in bed just thinking for hours, can I?

Lately, my brain has been focused on growing my new business—making contacts, creating punch cards, ordering samples, etc.   When I hit on a great idea, I share it with my friends who are in the same line of work.  That’s the best part about my brain racing because I love to collaborate and brainstorm with friends.  Maybe that is how I relax.

 

Plan B

I have recently started a new business venture to go along with my regular teaching job.  After teaching for sixteen years, I know that lessons don’t always go according to plan.  No matter how carefully we make plans, things happen and we have to improvise.  You other teachers definitely understand and can cite thousands of examples, I’m sure!

Anna, my coach/mentor/friend, and I had a great day yesterday and a Plan A for today.  A bit before nine this morning, she informed me that she had to cancel due to illness, so I was forced to wing it (or as some say “drop back and punt”).  Enter Plan B.

I was in a panic at first, but Anna sent me a message telling me to take it ten minutes at a time.  That was today’s mantra.  Guess what?  It worked out just fine!  I even made use of the down time to brainstorm for later.

Sometimes Plan B is meant to happen in spite of our best intentions.  The next time you have to drop back and punt, maybe the real lesson is that you need to learn to be flexible and respond to challenges in the moment.

The Cloak

Today would have been the 59th birthday of the man I loved (and still do) with all of my heart.  He was killed a year ago a few days shy of his 58th birthday.  I have been in mourning since that day.  Other family members have felt the pain, too, but I can only tell my story.

I made a comment to my cousin tonight (thanks, Cheryl) about grieving.  I liken grief to a mantle or a cloak I was forced to put on.  For the first few days, it was stifling, oppressive and shocking.  The heaviness nearly suffocated me.  As months passed, it became more a part of my normal wardrobe.  That’s not to say wearing that cloak was ever something I wanted.

For a time, I was existing day to day, struggling to bear the heaviness.  I got through those days, weeks and months, but just surviving his loss was the hardest thing I ever had to do.  Ever.

Grief is a life-long process.  The sharpness of loss fades to become bearable, but that cloak is still settled firmly on my shoulders.  It doesn’t feel quite so heavy, but I still feel the weight.  It’s not something I can take off and don again. It’s there to stay, but maybe I’m strong enough to stand tall in spite of the cloak.

 

Make Me Over?

I was watching Love, Lust or Run this weekend.  I enjoyed seeing the before and after photos, and I wish I could be one of the people who is made over.  I know my fashion sense is nearly nonexistent, but I know what I like.  I see magazines, and I know what’s “in style,” but most of it I would never wear.  For me, the bottom line is I want clothes that flatter my (fat) body style—I’m not sure those clothes exist!  The ladies who were made over were not the size of sinewy fashion models, but they looked nice in their new clothes.  Maybe there’s hope for me?

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It’s more about perception than reality sometimes.  For example, someone who has been heavy and lost weight still sees “heavy” in the mirror.  The heavy part is in the head even with a smaller body.  It reminds me of fun house mirrors.  🙂  Only it’s not so much fun….

For those of us who are still in heavy bodies, shopping can be so frustrating!  Maybe I should find out how to get on Love, Lust or Run.

http://www.tlc.com/tv-shows/love-lust-run/

 

Wow!

Dance class was interesting tonight, to say the least.  I showed up at the appointed time to discover that my CD (my beloved CD!) would not play on the library’s CD player.  I had already changed clothes at that point, but I ran out of the library wearing my leggings, exercise top and socks…yes, socks, no shoes.  I had to pick up my laptop to play the music for us.  I made it back in about three minutes right before the rain hit!

I expected maybe two ladies, but there were five of us!  Successful first meeting in my opinion!  I hope the ladies enjoyed class as much as I did.  It was so refreshing to have adult company at the end of a long school day.

Now I have homework of my own to prepare for next week’s class.  🙂  Practice makes perfect!

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After a really long, busy week, I am still looking forward to starting up a belly dance class this coming week.  I am very sure this class is going to kick my butt—hard.  I am equally sure it will be worth it!

I took belly dance lessons (Egyptian style) many years ago, but I have such happy memories from that class.  I still have my CD of songs we used for everything.  I can still picture our warm-up stretch routine when I hear that first song.  The bad thing is that I do not know—and have never known—the names of the songs on my CD.  The good thing is that I have a copy of that beloved CD even though the old one was damaged.

I’m so excited about the class that I even dug out my hip scarf!  It has been with me through every challenge I’ve faced over the last fifteen years (or more!).  I guess it means more to me than I ever imagined it could.  It symbolizes things I’m not sure I can name, but the immediate one that comes to mind is joy.

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