About me:

According to all of my students, I am pretty old. I have been teaching for almost 20 years, which makes me 1,482 years old in kid years. Add in the time I took off to raise my own kids and that makes me about a million.

When I left teaching to stay home with my daughters, I didn’t think I would ever return. I was completely and entirely burned out. The absolute LAST place I ever thought I would be was up in front of a classroom again. The students were feisty, the parents were impossible, and the administrators, well they administered. The longer I stayed home with my girls, the more I realized I missed it. Don’t misunderstand, I LOVED staying home to raise them. It was fantastic; trips to the zoo, story time, endless cuddles, countless hours of Dora the Explorer and Blues Clues all added up to some of the best years of my life. The fact remains, I missed those sassy kids, impossible parents and administering administrators.

As luck would have it, when my younger daughter was in kindergarten, my family was digging through some very difficult financial times. To help out, I got a job as an instructional aide in the kindergarten through third grade section of a local Catholic elementary school. It was great, no lesson plans, no papers to grade, no off hours work. It was also the year that God reminded me I belong in high school. The next year, I found a job on the other side of town teaching the age I love (high school) and the content I love (social studies).

It has been nothing short of a fantastic adventure ever since. Sure, the kids are still feisty and the parents can still keep me on my toes (on very rare occasions) and the administration still administrates. Every day has its ups and downs. Every day has it stories. Every day, there are things teachers really want to say but can’t….