My adventures have certainly been wild and absolutely true of late...and I've been too exhausted to report them much!
But I'm missing my LPB, so I'll try to update this weekend.
Cheers,
Meg
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Monday, Monday
Can't trust that day...
I woke up drenched in sweat a little after 4:00 this morning. I have a slight sore throat. I've taken some Dayquil.
Oy vey.
I woke up drenched in sweat a little after 4:00 this morning. I have a slight sore throat. I've taken some Dayquil.
Oy vey.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Tribute to a Great Team
Tonight was the BIG GAME--a playoff match between the undefeated Wolverines and the neighboring town of Pittsburgh.
By the end of the first half, the Wolverines were down 20-0. They had a few moments of offensive and defensive brilliance, but not enough to get into the end zone or keep the Pirates out.
After halftime, however, a revitalized team came out on the field. The score in the second half was 20-0, this time in favor of the Wolverines. With 38 seconds left in the 4th quarter, the Pirates had the ball, and they were way too close to their own end zone for our comfort. But our defense stepped it up and kept them from scoring.
And so the game went into overtime. Sudden death overtime.
Each team was given four tries to score. The Wolverines managed to get a field goal, making the score 23-20. The Pirates took over and it looked pretty good for a moment, until, on their very last chance, they got the ball in for a touchdown.
Final score: 26-23, Pirates.
The guest bleachers went wild while the home side got very quiet. I watched as several of our guys sank to their knees on the field before rising up again to congratulate the winning team. The scene on the field was a riot of black and orange pirates players hugging and cheering, while the black and teal Wolverines dejectedly tried to console one another. I am sure a few of them were crying. A nearby police officer said, "This hurts, but at least they didn't lose 41-0. They played a great game."
And so they did.
This is one teacher who is proud as can be of the Wolverines. This group of young men has shown character and incredible cameraderie all season, and it was that "no 'I' in team" mentality, combined with a healthy dose of talent, that made them conference champs and such a source of pride in our community.
Also important to note is the fact that every single kid on the varsity team was eligible to play based on grades. Every kid had at least a 2.0 GPA. That in itself is something to be proud of.
So our community tonight is disappointed that we lost--but I don't think that anyone on the home side at the game tonight is disappointed in our team. How could we be?
By the end of the first half, the Wolverines were down 20-0. They had a few moments of offensive and defensive brilliance, but not enough to get into the end zone or keep the Pirates out.
After halftime, however, a revitalized team came out on the field. The score in the second half was 20-0, this time in favor of the Wolverines. With 38 seconds left in the 4th quarter, the Pirates had the ball, and they were way too close to their own end zone for our comfort. But our defense stepped it up and kept them from scoring.
And so the game went into overtime. Sudden death overtime.
Each team was given four tries to score. The Wolverines managed to get a field goal, making the score 23-20. The Pirates took over and it looked pretty good for a moment, until, on their very last chance, they got the ball in for a touchdown.
Final score: 26-23, Pirates.
The guest bleachers went wild while the home side got very quiet. I watched as several of our guys sank to their knees on the field before rising up again to congratulate the winning team. The scene on the field was a riot of black and orange pirates players hugging and cheering, while the black and teal Wolverines dejectedly tried to console one another. I am sure a few of them were crying. A nearby police officer said, "This hurts, but at least they didn't lose 41-0. They played a great game."
And so they did.
This is one teacher who is proud as can be of the Wolverines. This group of young men has shown character and incredible cameraderie all season, and it was that "no 'I' in team" mentality, combined with a healthy dose of talent, that made them conference champs and such a source of pride in our community.
Also important to note is the fact that every single kid on the varsity team was eligible to play based on grades. Every kid had at least a 2.0 GPA. That in itself is something to be proud of.
So our community tonight is disappointed that we lost--but I don't think that anyone on the home side at the game tonight is disappointed in our team. How could we be?
Friday, November 17, 2006
Oh, Dear
As a teacher, I can totally relate to the wierd names craze that seems to overtake people.
One of my colleagues has a Porsche and a Mercedes in a single class. We fully expect her next new student to be Hyundai.
There's a kid at school (I don't have her) named Princess.
But the names mentioned in the article linked above are...well, they take the cake.
One of my colleagues has a Porsche and a Mercedes in a single class. We fully expect her next new student to be Hyundai.
There's a kid at school (I don't have her) named Princess.
But the names mentioned in the article linked above are...well, they take the cake.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Friday Night Lights--> UN-DE-FEAT-ED!!
That's right--UNDEFEATED!!
Tonight I went to the last home game of the regular season, which our varsity won in a rather decisive fashion. How 'bout 41-0? This makes us 10-0 in league play and next weekend we will host a playoff game.
I grew up in the 49ers heyday of Joe Montana and Jerry Rice. I once idolized guys like Roger Craig, Tom Rathman, Steve Young. To say that I love a good football game is an understatement. And yet, because of NASCAR, I just don't watch it enough anymore. It's a shame really. But then, watching football on TV just isn't the same as being there--especially under the lights. Somehow, the lights make it so much more exciting.
I think its safe to say that next Friday night will find me basking in the flourescent glow of Friday Night Lights, cheering like mad and crossing my fingers (I do it without thinking) for a fantastic young team. Go Wolverines!!
Tonight I went to the last home game of the regular season, which our varsity won in a rather decisive fashion. How 'bout 41-0? This makes us 10-0 in league play and next weekend we will host a playoff game.
I grew up in the 49ers heyday of Joe Montana and Jerry Rice. I once idolized guys like Roger Craig, Tom Rathman, Steve Young. To say that I love a good football game is an understatement. And yet, because of NASCAR, I just don't watch it enough anymore. It's a shame really. But then, watching football on TV just isn't the same as being there--especially under the lights. Somehow, the lights make it so much more exciting.
I think its safe to say that next Friday night will find me basking in the flourescent glow of Friday Night Lights, cheering like mad and crossing my fingers (I do it without thinking) for a fantastic young team. Go Wolverines!!
Long Weekend (Yay!!)
So tomorrow is Veteran's Day, and I have a long-awaited, much-needed day off. What's a gal going to do on her three-day weekend? A long-overdue visit to the Sac area, that's what!
It's been a busy few weeks, of course (notice how slow this poor LPB has been?). Just this week alone, I've had meetings and evening commitments to keep track of. On Sunday night I drove to nearby Clayton to hear a colleague play and sing. Monday found me in an after-school meeting about a student until 4:00, then hustling over to Schooner's Bar and Grill for Full Moon Fever--a monthly event in which staff members gather at Schooner's for food and drink. It's always a good time.
Grades were due on Tuesday, so I spent a lot of time Monday and Tuesday morning getting those put into the system.
Tuesday after school we had grade-level meetings, which kept us there for a little while. Yesterday found me in another after-school meeting, then coming home for a couple of hours before going back to school yet again for a Drum Line meeting at 6:00. After the meeting, I walked downstairs to the theater and saw opening night of the fall play, Much Ado About Nothing. A few of my choir students are in it, and they did a fantastic job.
Today will be busy yet again. After school the Gospel Choir will meet in my room, and tonight I'll be going back to school for the last home game of the football season. Our varsity team is undefeated, so everyone do a little bit of finger-crossing for our Wolverines! (Oh, and I've just learned that a wolverine is not, as I had suspected, a lady wolf but actually a member of the weasel family. Huh.)
So yes, it's been a busy week! Lots going on, as ever. So this weekend home will be fun--sometimes it's just good to get out of town for a few days. I'll sleep in tomorrow (when one is used to getting up at 5:30, 7:00 is sleeping in!) before heading up the road.
Friday night I'll be having dinner with Katie, and Saturday night is blocked off for a possible girl's night with Heather. It will be great to see Mom and Dad, and also the Terrible Torties.
Gah! It's time to dry my hair and put on my war paint and head off to work...
Cheers!
Meg
It's been a busy few weeks, of course (notice how slow this poor LPB has been?). Just this week alone, I've had meetings and evening commitments to keep track of. On Sunday night I drove to nearby Clayton to hear a colleague play and sing. Monday found me in an after-school meeting about a student until 4:00, then hustling over to Schooner's Bar and Grill for Full Moon Fever--a monthly event in which staff members gather at Schooner's for food and drink. It's always a good time.
Grades were due on Tuesday, so I spent a lot of time Monday and Tuesday morning getting those put into the system.
Tuesday after school we had grade-level meetings, which kept us there for a little while. Yesterday found me in another after-school meeting, then coming home for a couple of hours before going back to school yet again for a Drum Line meeting at 6:00. After the meeting, I walked downstairs to the theater and saw opening night of the fall play, Much Ado About Nothing. A few of my choir students are in it, and they did a fantastic job.
Today will be busy yet again. After school the Gospel Choir will meet in my room, and tonight I'll be going back to school for the last home game of the football season. Our varsity team is undefeated, so everyone do a little bit of finger-crossing for our Wolverines! (Oh, and I've just learned that a wolverine is not, as I had suspected, a lady wolf but actually a member of the weasel family. Huh.)
So yes, it's been a busy week! Lots going on, as ever. So this weekend home will be fun--sometimes it's just good to get out of town for a few days. I'll sleep in tomorrow (when one is used to getting up at 5:30, 7:00 is sleeping in!) before heading up the road.
Friday night I'll be having dinner with Katie, and Saturday night is blocked off for a possible girl's night with Heather. It will be great to see Mom and Dad, and also the Terrible Torties.
Gah! It's time to dry my hair and put on my war paint and head off to work...
Cheers!
Meg
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The Best Time
It's taken a few days to get around to blogging about the end of Daylight Savings, but better late then never, right?
I adore this time of year, I honestly do. After a seemingly endless summer of oppressive heat and baking car interiors, suddenly, fall crashes upon us. California has the oddest of autumns. One minute it's 85 degrees and sunny, the next it's cold and overcast. The trees turn but people are still wearing t-shirts. Only in Washington did I experience a true autumn.
Before you know it, however, the end of Daylight Savings arrives and it seems that the temperatures plummet. Sweaters and coats are pulled out, and the air is crisper, more vibrant. Pumpkins start popping up in every store.
I love every minute of it. The world is transitioning into winter. The days are shorter, and I curl up in my cozy living room in the evenings with a book or a movie. There is a hint of excitement in the air--Thanksgiving is not too far off, and after all of the turkey and mashed potatoes have been consumed, the Christmas season begins in earnest.
Sure, by December 25th I'll be sick of carols and Santas and the craziness of it all, but now, tonight, I am positively shaking with anticipation. No doubt by February I'll be moaning about the rain and wishing for Spring to arrive with its sunshine and flowers--no more dreary gray skies! But tonight I am almost dancing in anticipation of tomorrow...there's rain in the forecast!
So bring on the pumpkin pie and the chocolate Santas. I want to deck my halls and light candles and sing seasonal songs at the top of my lungs. I want to wear gloves and hats and scarves, and watch my breath puff in front of me when I stand outside of my classroom in the mornings.
I want to pack my t-shirts away for a long winter's nap and cuddle up at night in my warmest flannel pajamas. Bring on hot chocolate and trips to snowy places. Give me time with friends and children who believe in magic. I want to savor a fabulous turkey dinner with my parents and shout my thankfulness for all that I have from the rooftops.
If you need me, look for me outside, stomping dry leaves and delighting in the crunch they make under my feet. A silly boy I once knew told me this is the first sign of insanity, but he was wrong. The first sign of insanity is ignoring the inner child who yearns to take in every sight, smell and sound of November and December.
I adore this time of year, I honestly do. After a seemingly endless summer of oppressive heat and baking car interiors, suddenly, fall crashes upon us. California has the oddest of autumns. One minute it's 85 degrees and sunny, the next it's cold and overcast. The trees turn but people are still wearing t-shirts. Only in Washington did I experience a true autumn.
Before you know it, however, the end of Daylight Savings arrives and it seems that the temperatures plummet. Sweaters and coats are pulled out, and the air is crisper, more vibrant. Pumpkins start popping up in every store.
I love every minute of it. The world is transitioning into winter. The days are shorter, and I curl up in my cozy living room in the evenings with a book or a movie. There is a hint of excitement in the air--Thanksgiving is not too far off, and after all of the turkey and mashed potatoes have been consumed, the Christmas season begins in earnest.
Sure, by December 25th I'll be sick of carols and Santas and the craziness of it all, but now, tonight, I am positively shaking with anticipation. No doubt by February I'll be moaning about the rain and wishing for Spring to arrive with its sunshine and flowers--no more dreary gray skies! But tonight I am almost dancing in anticipation of tomorrow...there's rain in the forecast!
So bring on the pumpkin pie and the chocolate Santas. I want to deck my halls and light candles and sing seasonal songs at the top of my lungs. I want to wear gloves and hats and scarves, and watch my breath puff in front of me when I stand outside of my classroom in the mornings.
I want to pack my t-shirts away for a long winter's nap and cuddle up at night in my warmest flannel pajamas. Bring on hot chocolate and trips to snowy places. Give me time with friends and children who believe in magic. I want to savor a fabulous turkey dinner with my parents and shout my thankfulness for all that I have from the rooftops.
If you need me, look for me outside, stomping dry leaves and delighting in the crunch they make under my feet. A silly boy I once knew told me this is the first sign of insanity, but he was wrong. The first sign of insanity is ignoring the inner child who yearns to take in every sight, smell and sound of November and December.
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