October’s Party

I remember a poem I had memorized in grammar school. It was ” October’s Party” by George Cooper.

October gave a party:

The leaves by hundreds came.

The Chestnuts, Oaks and Maples,

And leaves of every name.

The Sunshine spread a carpet,

And everything was grand.

Miss Weather led the dancing,

Professor Wind the band.

It always boggles my mind that I remember this poem, after memorizing it over 50 years ago. It’s probably in my head because October was a busy month in my life. Luca, my youngest godson, had his birthday yesterday. My both brothers have birthdays a week apart and today would have been my Dad’s 99th birthday. Dad and I had memorable Octobers with Mom in later years. When they were still able to travel, we would go to Black Moshannon state park and see the changing colors of the leaves. Once in a while, we’d squeeze in a Penn State football game. I remember the delight my Pop would have at getting a strawberry ice cream cone and a chocolate ice cream cone at the Penn State Creamery. Because no mixing of flavors was allowed, he’d put one cone upside down on the other and have his double dip cone the way HE wanted it.

Perhaps it’s the fact that I am back in school as a teacher with young children around me that takes me back. Classrooms are adorned in student’s artwork of cornstalks, pumpkins and the like. I make no apology for it.

After all, “October gave a party…” How lucky am I to still be around to see it.

End of Term Malaise

I put up this shot of one of this year’s Gerber daisies to brighten my mood.

I worked all day today and don’t have to work tomorrow , as the testing that had been going on at school, and I had been assisting with, is over.

Quite honestly, when they had informed me of that, I was relieved because I sure can appreciate the down time. At the same time, I experienced an ache in my throat that spelled out one thing to me.

School is almost over. Gee.

I have been working for a few years as a class aide, but this was my first term as a substitute teacher. I came to this job thirty years too late. Hah! Actually, I can probably say that this job at almost sixty has been a blessing.

The blessing comes in a number of ways. I have never been more active as I have been this term, an I also have been moving with more of a purpose. It is coincidental that my dietician visits help give me more incentive to knock retirement weight off, but also the students I deal with help. I mean, seriously ? I have never picked up some many pencils off a floor in my life. The great thing about that is my back isn’t talking back to me when I do that. I have to admit that is a pretty good feeling. The satisfaction of having students listen and actually give me positive me feedback, and even questions, was good for my soul. My years of education and the subject matter actually was translatable, and I was glad for that. Between Jim taking me in and me walking home, I am working on getting some muscle tone back that has been sadly missing for a while. I could go on and on.

Most of all, the students are awesome in their own way. As I type this and remember that they will be going on to a new grade with new teachers, maybe some of them will remember their own Mrs. C.

I know I sure won’t forget them. Hey, I read “Good-bye Mr. Chips”. I know what it’s all about.

Class dismissed.

How Good You Feel…

…when you are working to try to get your body back on speaking terms with you, and are feeling good, until you get a good chunk of pollen in your lungs that ,according to your physician, has turned into an acute sinus infection.

Seriously?

I was chatting with my buddy Bonnie and said mentally I feel fantastic ,but physically I feel as though I was hit by a truck. My doctor decided that the only thing that would clear out the infection was Amoxicillin, and with my radiation history, well, let’s just say that I am staying close to the house.

Since the beginning of March, I have been counting the carbs and calories and honestly? It is becoming second nature to this point. I worked school this week for three days and I am sure that I probably shouldn’t have worked that last day, but I enjoy the interaction with the students. Now, today through Monday, I am going to dedicate to losing the “hit by a truck” feeling, and getting my body and mind on the same page.Part of me, though, feels as if this is a plot by my body to see if I’d willingly revert to my old ways. Hah!

I’ll let you know when I start feeling like myself.

School’s Out…

…for spring break.

The last few weeks, having sporadically taught sixth grade, I felt like I was in Florida with the students during spring break.

You see, for fourth thru sixth grade, swimming is compulsory in gym. After all, Cape May is on the Atlantic Coastline. I remember whenI started here, I thought that it was an awesome idea, and that it makes a lot of sense. When I would go with the students to their gym class, the pool looks so inviting..The rough part? The humidity in the pool area makes me feel like Florida in July.

Although I will miss the students for a little bit, I do admit that it will be nice to sleep in once in a while for the next few days, and more importantly, spending quality time with Jim and Kasia.