These last couple weeks have been a whirlwind. And as I close the chapter at one school and head to another, the country western song " The House that Built Me " by Miranda Lambert keeps running through my mind. Today I thought: "well Bethie, write a little post using the lyrics"...so I pulled up the lyrics and they are SOO SAD! And this transition isn't something to cry about. It's something to celebrate because a door has opened for me to now use the skills that I have acquired over the last couple of years. This evening, I've been trying to think of something else to use, but all I got is the single line of the chorus "Won't take nothing but a memory...from the house that built me". But it's not just memories, it's soo much more. There is a children's book called " This is the House that Jack Built ". It totally describes my journey better than that sad sad song. So: This is the face of this A.P. These ar
I'm reminded tonight that Michael Scott can sure relate to the flow in and out of my office recently. I think that's why I still love going to work everyday, it reminds me that although the job we do is stressful, difficult and tiresome, it has a lot of hilarity and randomness. Just look at all the random things that Michael Scott-isms can explain: " Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I just don't know where it is going, I just hope I find it along the way ." This happens to me on a daily basis. Whether it's trying to convince a student that grades are important, or completely reprimanding them for drama...I get tongue tied pretty frequently. Just the other day I was talking with some girls and I started a sentence, and ended it with... "I don't even know what I'm trying to say..." hehe, luckily the girls were already terrified to be in the office in the first place... "I don't want any special treatment, Pam.