Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Spirit of Giving

A few weeks ago, I watching The Vow and the scene where Leo brings his future wife a care package when she is sick made me grin ear to ear. In the care package was some cold medicine, kleenex, and other things ;). I loved the idea. Care packages say I was thinking about you.  I can't wait to be able to give care packages to my hubby (whoever he is). Until he arrives, I'll practice on my friends and family.

Thinking about you presents are the best! They don't have to be fancy, they just have to be from the heart. My birthday is coming up in a month. I wonder what I'll get from the people around me.
Those who don't know me too well will probably get me a shiny silver watch or earrings from Dillards or Macys. Those who really get me will get me a present with a note that says "I saw this and I thought of you." That is, strangely, all I want. I don't have a birthday wish list. I just want to love and be loved. My love languages are words of  affirmation and quality time---When people spend time with me and say nice things to me, it equates to love. I don't need material things.

I'm a reflective person, so when I really put my mind to give people gifts, I go all out. One year, for Bosses' Appreciation day, I and some others came up with the idea to surprise our boss. We asked people to write notes of appreciation on an index card and we tied the index cards to helium balloons with some ribbon. We filled his office with the balloons. When he walked into his office, he was greeted by a shower of positive notes. He was speechless. He left the balloons and notes hanging in his office for as long as the balloons would stay up.

I have a friend who, for Valentines Day, recruited some friends to surprise his girlfriend throughout the day because he was in another city. He had some of us deliver flowers to her, sing, and recite poetry to her on his behalf. In the name of love, we were more than happy to do it.

That's the kind of stuff I'd like to have done for me. Sometimes, I wonder if it's too much to wish for. Technically, I'm not asking for a lot but because it's such a specific desire, maybe it is a lot.

I'm pretty good with intrinsic gifts, but I suck at material gifting. When I decide to randomly get someone a gift, this is typically what happens:
  • I buy something that I think they'll like. I come back one day and find it in the garage, where things go to die.
  • I buy something and it doesn't fit.
  • I buy something and they physically toss it and lose it.
  • I buy something and they just don't like it and do an terrible job of convincing me that they do. 
Instead of giving up, I will try harder. I'll admit, when I give gifts, I give gifts would like to receive. I know I like things that are - homemade   - bright   - useful   -personal . I'm working being observant and seeing what other people actually want instead of what I want. This year, I want to be more of a care-package giver. I like care-packages. When I found out one of my close friends got into medical school, I made her a Med School Survival Box. It had pens, pencils, stickie notes, candy, a book of inspirational quotes, among some other things.

I like handmade quality items! I like creative wrapping too. It gets you excited about the present even before you open it. These are the handmade Christmas presents for my siblings:

Maybe a care package is coming your way sometime soon.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

As I have been sharing my journey to know myself, I realized that I have been selfish with my funny stories and kiddisms. I will start telling you about them again. 

I am a new teacher. I teach at the zoo a middle school. I teach 6th grade reading and math enrichment. I haven't fully made mind about 6th graders. All I know is that I now question my desire to reproduce for fear that they will one day meet my current students and become compromised.

Ok, ok, in all honesty they're not terrible kids. They're actually kind of cute. They're really still 5th graders.

The boys are easy to figure out. They're rowdy and combative but also very eager to please. They punch people and talk about each other's mamas but are quick to cry when you tell them they're getting written up. No they're not punks, they're 12 year olds. They're intelligent and witty, when they want to be. Outside my classroom, they pretend to be big and bad, but as soon as they enter my classroom I remind them that they are children. 

The funny thing is that I treat them like I treated my little brother. I boost them up and then I deflat them before they get too cocky

The strange thing I have discovered is that the boys are nice to me when I wear skirts, dresses, and heels. I'm not entirely sure why but I did hear a student call me "Mommy" by mistake. Umm, false. Speaking of mothers, the boys' mothers' ears must be burning. "Yo Mama" is the best insult most boys can come up with. It's really pathetic. I know it's wrong, but I find myself thinking, this kid has perma-ash on his lip, he can't spell or read and "yo mama" is the best you've got? Amateurs. I suppose that makes them good kids, because they don't take low blows. 

Sometimes, I get childish like them. One day, I was tired of the "yo mama" jokes, so I interrupted a boy's joke with my best White Chicks voice. "Oooh, you wanna talk about mamas? You wanna talk about mamas!!" All the boys started laughing and forgot all about the fight that was about to break out to defend their mother's wounded honor. I challenge the boys, I fail them, then I reward them, and challenge them again. That is the cycle of our relationship. Who knows if I'm actually teaching them anything. I sincerely hope so.

The boys are troublemakers but I love them, perma-ash and all. 

The girls...the verdict is still out on them. 


Saturday, November 19, 2011

I'm backkkkkk! :)

Teaching has kept me away...Tumblr has also kept me away, but now I'm back. Let me fill you in on what I've been up to:

Check out to see what I've been up to!

I'll be updating you on my adventures. My friend Tobi has decided to embark on a challenge. Check it out:


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Check out my UT blog

I did a blog project with the Office of Admissions during my senior year.

This is the link:

That chapter is closed and another is beginning.


Thursday, January 20, 2011

We seek leaders who can describe significant past achievements and who operate with an exceptional level of personal responsibility for outcomes. Because our corps members face such tremendous challenges, we seek applicants who have demonstrated determination and persistence when confronted with obstacles in the past. Lastly, we seek people with the specific skills - from critical thinking to organizational ability - that we have seen characterize our most successful teachers.

- Teach For America

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Boy

I liked a boy.
I couldn't like the boy, so I "forgot" the boy.
The boy forgot he liked the girl,
So they forgot there was a girl and that there was a boy.
It was almost like it was an imagined moment in time.
Laughter is how the boy got to the girl,
So every time the boy made the girl laugh she stopped forgetting.
The girl saw the boy and the boy saw the girl.
The boy's smile met his eyes but the boy was not free to smile.
The boy's smile wasn't for her but he gave it to her.
The girl's forgetting became fainter under the smile.
The forgotten was so long ago, it should have been buried.
Why did the girl still smile at the boy and laugh with the boy?
Why did her smile reach her eyes even though it wasn't for him?
The boy is hers and not the girl's.
Everything that fell in line was a fascade.
The next morning she would remember to forget the boy whom she liked and likes.


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