Meet our latest addition to the family. She was adopted from a kill pen in Oklahoma at the beginning of June. She spent a month in the quarantine facility, and then my friend, Jeannette, took me to pick her up. Here you see our first meeting, her freedom ride and Topaz at home. She’s a very sweet mare, and she knows she is loved.
Teachers are not the best-paid professionals in the United States, but some of the perks can sure make a difference in our attitudes. I feel like my school district is getting a lot right.
I’m glad to say that our administrators back off and allow us to do our jobs. Our school is also great when it comes to investing in staff. I’m talking about professional development. I feel that my school excels in investing in its teachers because there are no hard limits placed on PD days; we can make a case for an important conference just about any time. That matters a lot to me and my colleagues. I make an effort not to overuse professional development days. That being said, I also do not hesitate to mention opportunities featuring skilled teachers/speakers that I need to attend to improve my own skills.
I’m fortunate to be able to hone my skills and learn from masters. When a school district invests in its teachers, students reap the rewards.
My daughter has been spoiled enough to have a few Snack Fever boxes straight from Korea. She has been thrilled so far. Anything chocolate is, of course, welcome. She’s also enjoyed the gummies and chips, but I think her absolute favorite things are the band items! We can’t wait to see what’s in next month’s box! Sometimes she even shares with me.
Yesterday was perfect for Wordless Wednesday, but I didn’t post because I have a lot to say!
My new filly, Cherokee Lady, usually plays in the corral during the day. With the gate to the big pasture closed. My friend, Charlotte, lives right there and is kind enough to let me board two horses with her. She generally keeps an eye on everything. I arrived yesterday to find that Cherokee’s stall was empty…and the gate to the big pasture was open. We are still not completely sure how that happened. Charlotte and I were also unsure of how to get Cherokee back where she belongs. I was relying on Oreo, my daughter’s horse, and oats to get the baby to come visit with us.
Oreo did not let me down! I yelled for her, she stopped eating hay and starting sashaying in my direction. We looked closer, and Cherokee was in Oreo’s pocket! They both got oats, Charlotte and I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and the world was right again.
I have a super big announcement to make! Yes, there’s a new baby in the family! She’s a darling who never cries; she does, however, whinny.
I saw a post on Facebook about a filly, Abby, who needed a home. Abby and her mother were rescued from a kill pen in Oklahoma, and her picture caught my eye. I took a closer look. And then another look. I was very interested, but I wasn’t sure how to make things happen. Horses can be quite expensive, so I hesitated, but I kept going back to Abby.
I already own one horse, Oreo, who lives across town. After chatting with the property owner, it turns out that there was room for one more with Oreo. That’s when I made a decision to go ahead and buy that filly. Then things miraculously started falling into place. The first step was to contact the people at the hub and make arrangements to pay her adoption fee. That was accomplished fairly quickly. Other details had to be arranged like a vet certificate, board until I could get her off the lot and hauling. That’s when things got really interesting.
The vet check was handled easily, but I got a bad case of sticker shock when I called horse haulers! The range was between $500 and $850! Abby was paid for, my mind was made up, so it was crunch time. I was already in love with Abby, and she was coming home.
I messaged friends in my area who have horses and “know people.” It didn’t take long for a friend to message back. Jeannette was a true hero! She offered to make the nine-hour trip (for gas expenses) on her days off from work. I was gobsmacked at this point. Her days off exactly coincided with when Abby needed to be off the lot—-one week’s board was free, and Tuesday was the deadline. Abby was about to take her freedom ride!
Jeannette set off early Monday morning, but the weather was threatening to slow things down. I worried (as usual), but I knew my friend (and hero) would get Abby home safely. The original plan was to spend the night before coming home, but snowy conditions changed the plan. Jeannette got Abby to her place in the wee hours of the morning, unloaded, fed and watered. I’m sure Jeannette crashed hard after that!
I took a personal day off from work (Tuesday) to welcome my horse home. I was so glad to meet her. I was sad for her because she came on one of the coldest days of the year! We are still getting snow with super cold temperatures.
Abby is safe and out of the elements. She also has a new name—Cherokee Lady.
We (parents and teachers) know how special our students are. We know their personalities and can appreciate them as they are while we do our best to teach and nurture them.
I had way too much free time this weekend. I ended up writing a rap song for my seventh graders. Yes, a rap. I decided my kids needed a little bit of comedy, so I actually performed the song and allowed them to video me—something I never do! I worked in every kid’s name, so it was specific to them.
They seemed quite happy, and I even heard from some of the parents about the rap. I’m glad I made my kids smile. For now, though, it’s back to work!
If you’d like to see my version of crazy, a student put it on Youtube with the title “Crazy teacher went Eminem.”
I was able to purchase a Skype call for my daughter from one of her favorite bands. Blood on the Dance Floor members are awesome. Fallon is lovely and charming; Dahvie is friendly and funny.
My daughter saw Dahvie before in concert, and I remember one thing he said. “You didn’t come here to be judged.” He was able to draw people together and give everyone a sense of belonging. All of us need to find our tribe, right?