Shortly after I blogged this afternoon, I was organizing my thoughts in my head for a busy week ahead, and I called my mom to chat. Instead of a fun Sunday chat, though, I got my mom, completely shaken up on the phone, telling me that she and my dad were driving home to what had only been described to them as "our yard being on fire." Now, remember I'm a farm girl, which means our "yard" is some grass around the house, and an additional 300+ acres of farmland as far as the eye can see.
My mom asked me to call my sisters, and I dialed, feeling helpless. My parents didn't know if their house was on fire, and I was a little of a mess. I knew there was nothing I could do, but I needed to be there for my parents as well as myself. It's not easy to picture everything you know about your childhood being engulfed in windy flames, and it's also hard to keep your thoughts rational at that point. I threw together a bag, and called my sisters from my car, picking one up on the way.
As we drove home, we were updated that seven local fire departments had arrived and contained the fire. Also, in small town fashion, several neighbors showed up with tractors & discs, bottled water, and anything else we or the fire department needed. These are the moments I really have the urge to move home, and I know how blessed I am to have had that as the "norm" in my upbringing. I'm so happy to report that our house wasn't touched by fire, but we think it came within about 60 feet based on the burnt grass we see all around us. It's a scary sight to pull up to your house and see that many ambulances and fire departments, though.
We are so, so, so thankful for everyone who volunteered. Another thing to remember in a small, rural town is that all seven fire departments who responded were made up of volunteers who came out to fight a raging fire in the wind on what would otherwise have been a beautiful day to spend with their own families. We can't thank anyone enough, and I feel like I've written a book here, but our hats go off to them, and we're so thankful that while some discing is in order this spring, we didn't lose anyone, or anything. We are definitely feeling blessed despite the day we had!
There's been a lot in "Teacher Talk" lately, and with good reason! Since the 4th grade spot came around in more of a surprise fashion than intended, I've been feeling surprised a lot lately! We're doing well in 4th grade, but I'm valuing the idea of having my own class. It seems so cliche, but these kiddos are very good at telling me how "she does it," and while I can see through a lot of it, we all teach in our own style, and I've adopted the motto of difference in the classroom & started implementing the way "I do it!" I've been having Boy Meets World flashbacks of everything they seem to pull over the sub's eyes!
It's definitely been a transition period for all of us, and I keep reminding myself that they were thrown into the newness as quickly as I was. I'm hoping week two is a little smoother with my own plans to implement, and day one was promising! I'm trying to strike a balance of what they're used to, and what their teacher has to come back to with her own routine, but also finding what works for me, because six weeks is too long to ignore what works best for you. I think we're finding that balance, and I know six weeks goes much faster than we think it will, so I'm trying to remind myself each day that they deserve my best regardless of the bags under my eyes! I'm off to put together a science Keynote and solidify some plans. Cross your fingers for us as we take a 4-hour round-trip field trip on Friday!
Here's a little throwback to the previous MVC tournaments in St. Louis. The last-minute road trip in this picture was definitely memorable. The Jays have taken NYC this week, and I so wish I was there to cheer them on! #rolljays
Welcome! I'm a twenty-something teacher taking on newly-wedded bliss in Small town, USA. I love cooking, spoiling those I love, and writing all about it. I'm glad you're here!