No Complaining Day Seventeen: I’m posting this one quite a bit earlier than normal. I owe it to my colleagues, particularly the ones at AHS: Yvette Byerly-Mathews and Brandy Thompson who called me out about this “no complaining.” (Sandra Sandra Chavez-you, too.) :) Tomorrow is the great-return-to-work-day for our school district. My friends will be sitting in a variety of PDs just after the district welcome. I imagine they’ll be delighted to see friends they haven’t seen in the last two months or longer, and I will greatly miss this part—the part when hugs and kisses, back clapping, and musings on the past few months are shared. I miss it already, Mathews. (This part is going to sound like a complaint, but it’s not.) What I’ve normally done the eve of the first day back, especially of late, is brood. Brood—a verb I think that is often used to explain the unhappy behavior of a teenager or a James Dean type of dude. The term isn’t often used for women unless we’ve supposedly hatched a brood. Instead, we apparently sulk--sounds more feminine. Well, I’d be brooding right now. In fact, day seventeen would be the hardest day for me. God help me, I don’t think I would’ve made it out to church today if I had to report to work tomorrow. (Ironically, the message was about not complaining.) Instead, I’d’ve requested a day to sit somewhere, probably the delta, to collect my thoughts and prepare myself to be a positive influence despite the fact that I most likely wouldn’t’ve been positive, although still an influence. Last year my motto was “be positive or be quiet” and for much of the first half of the year, I was fairly positive. After several incidents (some work, some family), I worked to be quiet. My students deserve greatness, even when they haven’t been so great, but my heart is elsewhere. So, I’m grateful to take this time to be a better me, whatever that means, and spend it with my loveys. None of this would be possible without my husband. Thank you, Jason Robert Murphy (All right that’s done.) Admittedly, not complaining, or figuring out how not to complain, is a little easier this year than it was last year, one major variable being removed. Brandy to answer your question—my goal these days has been to evaluate whether or not I can take action on it. If I can, I do it. If I can’t change it, I figure out how I’m going to let it go (Queen Elsa’s right). Letting “it” go also means not internalizing, one of my major issues. I am learning that most of the time the irritant is not even worth making an issue of, but I’m no pro at this. Having said all that—I want to wish my colleagues a successful year. I don’t care what anyone says, educators are the most valuable asset, unappreciated in many cases, to this harsh, unforgiving society. I do love the profession and I love you. Day Seventeen Complete—sorry so sappy. P.S. It’s been a low key day… church was a welcome way to refocus on not complaining. Moses dealt with a lot of whining.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 02:57:39 +0000
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