It’s All About Me

It’s weird to write about what you’re going to write about.  Right?

I always tell my students, “Show, don’t tell!”  In other words, there is no need to say, “In this essay, I’m going to write about …” because your reader is already reading your essay.  Or worse, “I believe that …” Duh. Your reader knows you believe that because it’s your essay!

But now I’m writing, “In this blog, I’m going to write about …” Because I was encouraged to do so here.  And it seemed like pretty sound advice.

What I really want to accomplish with this blog is really just a challenge to myself. The idea started (many incarnations ago) with Gretchen Rubin’s self-help book,  The Happiness Project, in which she suggests challenging yourself to learn new things promotes happiness.  And I found the book when I really needed more happiness in my life.

And even now that I’m much happier, this Big-Blog idea is still bouncing around in my head, pinging off of the myriad challenges and questions that I grapple with each day.

So, here I am.

And here I will write about what it’s like to be a high school English teacher, trying to make sense of the Common Core standards my state recently adopted.

And here I will share the exciting things my BFF Catherine Allen and I are working on to explore how Counselors can use the CCSS to find their way in to the content classroom.

And here I will undoubtedly share my struggles with the scary, new teacher evaluation system my state is implementing (I’ve heard the analogy like flying a plane without first building the wings) for the first time this year.

And here I will share what it’s like to be at a crossroads in my career.  Teaching is my thing but I see how much can be done to improve teaching … especially for those kids (who are really all kids).

And here I will figure out what it means to have a work-life balance, if I’m even capable of that.

And here I will vent, celebrate, share, create, question, and love all that comes along with teaching.

But first, a list of random things about myself.

  • I have a little arm.  My sister sings songs (Little Arm, Little Arm, You are so little). It is due to a birth complication and a really intense reconstructive surgery when I was ten, which disrupted the growth plate.
  • I was born and raised in Albuquerque, NM, the biggest small town you’ll ever know.
  • I left and got my BA in English and American Studies from the University of North Carolina, the best university on the face of the earth.
  • I moved back home to be with my family and earned my MA in Secondary Education from The University of New Mexico, the best University Near Mom. (Get it, UNM? I’m so clever.)
  • I teach at the best school on the face of the earth.
  • I started teaching 11th grade English and now I teach 12th grade AP, am the English department chair, and the Bilingual Co-Coordinator.
  • I am the bilingual co-coordinator at my school but I don’t speak Spanish, at a primarily Spanish-speaking school.  I handle the English development side and hope to show that being proficient in the students’ home language is not a requirement for teaching emerging bilinguals.
  • I am starting a peer tutoring, Dual Language writing center at my school for writing across the curriculum.
  • My favorite thing to eat in all of the world are Cuties.  Why are they so delicious?
  • I married my BFFL last year who is silly and fun and serious and a serious mess. And I love him.
  • Hubbs uses the word aloof in strange and incorrect ways.
  • Hubbs and I and bought Gram’s house, which we are slowly remodeling.
  • We have two dogs.  We have the two weirdest dogs on the face of the earth, Pretty Girl and Obi.

You’re welcome.


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