3 posts tagged “byhalia”

So, I get to write what I like in this.  I shall tell you of my marvelous time at By High.  Listen my children, and you shall hear.

I did not take any pictures, as my camera had no batteries, but I shall rectify that tomorrow.

I walked into my classroom, to which the janitor, Mr. Woods, was kind enough to show me.  He was, by the way, wonderful to me and very on top of things.  He found me almost anything I asked for, and if he couldn't get it, it wasn't for lack of trying.  I think he's a bit enamored of me.

I walked into a huge pile of books and papers and desks and boards.  It was awful.  I stared at this piled junk in the corner and I felt my mother's genes kick in.  I breathed in (not too deeply, for fear of dust) and set to work clearing the stuff away.  In another hour or two I had the place set up to my specs (As Mr. Woods says) and began to sort through all of the ginormous stack of papers and notebooks that my last teacher had just left in her classroom when she cleared out.  I then began to hang posters and to decide where I want to hang maps, etc. 

I left my classroom for one reason or another and found Elizabeth Walton and Julia Keith.  Both of whom have the potential to be one of my favorite people.  We went to lunch, once I stopped thinking about my classroom and realized I was hungry.  We had sushi coupled with sarcasm and followed by a stupid amount of laugher.

Then I returned to By High, where I met Mr. Jackson.  I like him.  I really do.  I realize he might be a little too exuberent for some teachers, but I like him.  I think he's going to be a good principal to work under as long as I strive to work with him and ensure that I can keep a handle on my students.

My aunt Melissa came up after she had finished her class for the day and she looked around a bit and helped me to visualize my classroom and to decide what to put where and what procedures I would put in place.  She was fabulous, and I thank God that I have such great people helping me.  I now have a much better idea of what would be a good and what a bad system and all about procedures that I need to put in place.

We tried to get out of there about 6:30, but Mr. Jackson kept us there until about 7:15.  The man sure can talk.  I like him a lot, and my aunt said that she thinks he seems a very good principal (she's definitely seen them come and go in her time), but he could talk the legs off a donkey and leave it spinning.  All the things about which he talked had a great deal of import, though, so I appreciate it, and I appreciate him telling me about the school.

I have so many things left to do in my classroom in order to be prepared for the year, but I made some good progress and I'm very happy with my classroom.

One thing I wanted to mention is how talking with Aunt Lissa about teaching just suddenly made things slide into place.  She talked about the need to impress upon your students that what you're doing is important, and just how important it is.  I felt so much better, suddenly.  It was like, all of a sudden, the world made sense.  I knew why I needed to stress classroom management.  What I'm doing is important, and those kids need me.  Wasting their time is unacceptable, and that goes for me and them.  I cannot give them shoddy lessons and a shoddy performance because that wastes their time.  They cannot act a fool and give me shoddy work because that wastes my time.

It was like the sunrise.  All of a sudden, I could see.  It was the dark hours before the dawn, maybe a few rays of light through the clouds, but suddenly over the horizon comes a red rubber ball.

I want to keep it bright.

As I sit here with my family watching the Music Man after a long day of family togetherness I am so glad that I am a part of this family.  I love them so much.  We went to the Amish community today, and it was wonderful.  There was soo much rich and solid furniture that I really wanted for my new house.  I lamented my lack of money.

Nevertheless, I love Kentucky.  Despite the fact that my family is violently opposed to Obama and they talk about it often (my extended family doesn't know that I support him) I love being with them and I feel most comfortable with them. 

My trip up here was fraught with peril.  I lost myself a number of times and found myself stopping to ask suspicious-looking people for directions.  Also, my debit card was left in my house in HS, so I couldn't stop for gas in most places.  Criss-crossing through northern Mississippi, I came upon Byhalia by chance.  As I continued down the road, I turned into a parking lot in order to turn around and hit 78.  Imagine my surprise as before me rose Byhalia High School!

I didn't stop in, but nevertheless I was glad to see it.

An empty church parking lot in Tennessee provided the perfect place to pull in and take a nap for about an hour.

I lost myself the whole way, but it was much easier after the nap.

I'll officially be at Byhalia High.  I'm really excited.

It seems as though God is really taking care of me in my assignment, and it really makes me thankful.

I think I'm going to check out real estate there, housing situations and all that.  I'm really glad about it!