My Teacher Has a Life?!: Installment #2

Are you ready for this? Because I wasn't.

"Well, we all know that Miss H is my English teacher. But we all wonder what her life is like outside of school. None of us think of the good things she may do. We are all thinking of the negative and grown-folk things she's doing. Well, me personally, I think outside of school Miss H is boy crazy, a facebook addict, and a ballet teacher.

Miss H looks like she has a lot of boy problems. I think she might have a different boyfriend every week like us 7th graders! I wonder if she cries about boys. Oh excuse me I meant to say MEN because she is grown and don't want or need to be dating any little boys. That's called nasty. Anyways like I was saying her men are probably muscular and ghetto. Just like she likes them. LOL.

Have you ever heard of facebook? Yeah I'm quite sure you have. But if you haven't then you should think about joining it. Oh wait nevermind it should be going away on March 18, 2011. I don't think it will but if it does someone else's life is going to be ruined. Who may that be? We all know the answer to that. Miss H.

She spends 20 out of 24 hours on there a day. Doesn't that mean she is on facebook during school? Yes it does. I think that is why she is so crazy because she only gets four good hours of sleep a day.

Miss H is also lanky, tall, and loud. I think she may teach ballet on Saturdays. The one day she's not on facebook having poke wars. Her little ballerinas probably wear the cutest outfits because Miss H has unique swagg. Which all ballet teachers need.

I wonder if she is better than I am in ballet. Hmm. I think so. That means she can be my ballet teacher one day. Maybe sooner than you think. I will pay her $50.

Now we all know what Miss H does in her free time. Well I ain't gone say she does it. I would prefer to say, 'Now we all know what I think Miss H may do or be in her quality time.'

Do you know what time it is now? If you don't, then I do."

30 Days of Lists - List 4

Day 4: What I'm looking forward to...

Well, I can tell you that Morning Glory was a disappointment. Worth a Redbox rental, but I'm sure glad I didn't spend $9 to see it in the theatre. You know, I think very few movies are actually worth $9 to see in the theatre.

Spring break, however, is far from disappointing. Time outside, Mad Men, lunch & coffee with good friends, some much anticipated reading, testing out new recipes, and another project that will remain under wraps for the time being. :)

Tomorrow I'm heading to Tupelo for lunch to find out the gender of Kurt & Marty's little one. Then I'm heading to Starkville to spend a few days with my parents, brother & sister in law, and sweet little niece and brand new baby nephew!!

p.s. I'm going to go ahead and admit that I'm watching The Bachelor finale as I type. Somebody get poor Chantel a tissue!!!

Puny branches and sufficient roots

I love, love, love this excerpt from a letter written by Hudson Taylor to his sister.

Thanks to Ron Block over at The Rabbit Room for sharing.

Now if I can figure out how to stencil this whole thing on my ceiling...

“…I felt assured that there was in Christ all I needed, but the practical question was - how to get it out. He was rich truly, but I was poor; He was strong, but I weak. I knew full well that there was in the root, the stem, abundant fatness, but how to get it into my puny little branch was the question.

As gradually light dawned, I saw that faith was the only requisite - was the hand to lay hold on His fulness and make it mine. But I had not this faith.

I strove for faith, but it would not come; I tried to exercise it, but in vain. Seeing more and more the wondrous supply of grace laid up in Jesus, the fulness of our precious Saviour, my guilt and helplessness seemed to increase.

Sins committed appeared but as trifles compared with the sin of unbelief which was their cause, which could not or would not take God at His word, but rather made Him a liar! Unbelief was I felt the damning sin of the world; yet I indulged in it. I prayed for faith, but it came not. What was I to do? When my agony of soul was at its height, a sentence in a letter…was used to remove the scales from my eyes, and the Spirit of God revealed to me the truth of our oneness with Jesus as I had never known it before.

(I quote from memory):

“But how to get faith strengthened? Not by striving after faith, but by resting on the Faithful One.” As I read I saw it all! “If we believe not, he abideth faithful.” I looked to Jesus and saw (and when I saw, oh, how joy flowed!) that He had said, “I will never leave thee.”

“Ah, there is rest!” I thought. “I have striven in vain to rest in Him. I’ll strive no more. For has not He promised to abide with me - never to leave me, never to fail me?” And…He never will.
Nor was this all He showed me, nor one half.

As I thought of the Vine and the branches, what light the blessed Spirit poured direct into my soul! How great seemed my mistake in wishing to get the sap, the fulness out of Him! I saw not only that Jesus will never leave me, but that I am a member of His body, of His flesh, and of His bones. The vine is not the root merely, but all-root, stem, branches, twigs, leaves, flowers, fruit.

And Jesus is not that alone - He is soil and sunshine, air and showers, and ten thousand times more than we have ever dreamed, wished for, or needed. Oh the joy of seeing this truth! I do pray that the eyes of your understanding too may be enlightened, that you may know and enjoy the riches freely given us in Christ.

…it is a wonderful thing to be really one with a risen and exalted Saviour, to be a member of Christ! Think what it involves. Can Christ be rich and I poor? Can your right hand be rich and your left poor? or your head be well fed while your body starves?

Again, think of its bearing on prayer. Could a bank clerk say to a customer, “It was only your hand, not you that wrote that check”; or “I cannot pay this some to your hand, but only to yourself”? No more can your prayers or mine be discredited if offered in the name of Jesus (i.e., not for the sake of Jesus merely, but on the ground that we are His, His members) so long as we keep within the limits of Christ’s credit - a tolerably wide limit!

The sweetest part…is the rest which full identification with Christ brings. I am no longer anxious about anything, as I realize this; for He, I know, is able to carry out His will, and His will is mine. It makes no matter where He places me, or how. That is rather for Him to consider than for me, for in the easiest position He must give me His grace, and in the most difficult His grace is sufficient.

It little matters to my servant whether I send him to buy a few cash worth of things, or the most expensive articles. In either case he looks to me for the money and brings me his purchases.

So if God should place me in serious perplexity, must He not give me much guidance; in places of great difficulty, much grace; in circumstances of great pressure and trial, much strength?

No fear that His resources will prove unequal to the emergency! And His resources are mine, for He is mine, and is with me and dwells in me."

Introducing the "My Teacher Has a Life?!" Series

It all began with my homeroom class going on a kick where they wanted to ask nonstop questions about my personal life (few of which I actually answered). They asked if they could write a paper on what they think my life is like outside school. After a brief moment of hesitation, I agreed.


Who was it that said seeing your teacher outside of school is like seeing a cat walk on its hind legs?

Letting 7th graders write about what they think my life is like outside school has opened a massive and hilarious can of worms. There should be more studies done on the 13 yr old brain. It's like they're constantly in a state of being high.

This is really the kind of thing I should post on Don't Test My Gangster, but it's just too long for that, I think.


So for the next 3oish days, in between lists, I'll share a few of these tasty morsels.


Installment #1

"Have you ever wondered what your teacher might do after school hours? I have. My name is ***** ******** and I am here to tell you three ways I think my teacher lives her life outside of school. My teacher's name is Miss H and she is my English teacher. I never really thought about it until I saw a show called iCarly. Carly, Sam, and Freddie went into their teacher's house and stayed for hours spying. Then they found out she was just a regular boring teacher who was in love with Randy Jackson and she worked out all the time.

I always thought Miss H was a spy. She always seems to appear out of the dark like Batman. One minute she's in her room the next BAM she's in the teacher's lounge making copies. After school she could put on a black suit and become a spy who climbs on walls and walks on the ceiling. Does she spy on the president or spy on the government and see what they might be hiding from the world? How does she appear from no where like that? I think Miss H is a spy. From now on I will call her Miss Darkness.

Miss H could also just sit at home and drink coffee all day and knit. Miss H is always up and walking real fast like she has to use the restroom or like a thousand ants are biting her butt. Through the whole school day I probably see her sit down twice. I always laugh at the way she walks super fast with her black cup. She smells like coffee; I tihnk it might be her favorite drink. If I ever found out that Miss H sits and knits all day I would just die of laughter. I never wanted a boring teacher because that is LAME.

Have I been wrong about my guesses? I don't know but I have one more. My teacher Miss H could be a rebel. When you're at school teachers and kids are supposed to act in a great attitude. Walk on one side of the hall and don't talk without permission (we really don't listen or walk on one side of the hall unless there is a fire drill, and that's only once every two months.) or you're in big trouble.


You never know what she could do after school hours. Miss H is from Mississippi so she could have did some bad things there like rob a bank or murder someone. Miss H could have changed her identity. Who knows, her name might really be Holly or Amanda. She could have a tattoo of her name or of a heart. If Miss H is a rebel I need to change schools now because she might try to cut me.

There are so many things that Miss H might be outside of school. She could be a spy, a coffee drinker who knits all day, or a rebel. If Miss H is one of the three, then I told everybody so. If she's not any of those things, then I made good guesses and I will still think she is one of the three. But, who knows but Miss H what her life really is. She could be a normal person who goes to the mall and watches movies. (I really hope Miss H is a spy, spies rule!)"

30 Days of Lists: Day Three

Today's to-do list (or, my to-do list from two days ago):

I am the cat lady: I'm a little worried about my girl Pip; she has been throwing up. A lot. I stepped in it this morning. So add to my to-do list: Clean up cat vomit. Sorry. Just keepin it real.

30 days of lists: Day two

Today's list (and if you're going to the blog I linked to yesterday, you know that I am several days behind): Things I'm good at. I'm good at a lot of things - most of them things I wish I weren't so good at:

And an unrelated photo:

:)

30 days of lists

For most of my life I've been a pretty faithful journaler.

I'm not sure why the journaling has slowed to a near halt over the past few years, but it has, and that's the unfortunate reality. I'm confident my extensive journaling days are far from over. In the meantime, though, I discovered this blog and it seems like a really fun way to record a little snapshot of my life at least once a year, if nothing else.

There are 30 days' worth of prompts that each call for a list. I like lists.

You make a little listy notebook to keep them in. I also like notebooks.

I'm diving right into this one - you're supposed to make a list everyday for 30 days during the month of March, but in true fashion I'm not following the rules.

I just started it this weekend and while I do plan to share most, of not all, of my lists here, I can't promise a post every day for 3o days. I'm just keepin it real.

Here's my book of lists:

You can get downloadables for the title page and headings for each list - that's what I used. They're $3 to download, and I thought it would save time, but in hindsight they're really kind of unnecessary. You could probably make headings as cute or cuter on your own.

The first list:

A few things about yourself. That's easy!

Yes, the photo on the left is me dressed as Alice in Wonderland the other day at age 6.

I did two lists this weekend, but I'll save the next for another post.

Want to join me for this list-making endeavor? It'll be interesting to see how the lists change over the years, and won't it be fun for your children and grandchildren to read them?