It Can Be Done

As we get our class lists every year, we often hear phrases like, “Oh… you have (insert name of extremely challenging student here) in your class.  Good luck!  You’re going to need it!”  Or the phrase, “(Name) made me cry last year… A lot.”  In which I am foolish enough to ask the question, “How much is a lot?”  And I get a response along the lines of, “Every week,” or even worse, “Every day.”

Initially, these kinds of comments make me nervous.  The kind of nervous where my palms start sweating, my heart starts racing, and I get this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach that won’t go away.  But then it does go away.  Eventually.  And it all happens when I utter four simple words, “it can be done.”

It can be done. 

Thinking deeply about these students that enter our classroom with warning labels leads me to examine my own biases.  I must be open-minded and see past the labels that students come in with.  I want all of my students to experience success.  All of them.  And I know that it can be done. 

It can be done. 

No student is a lost cause.  Not yesterday, not today, and most definitely not tomorrow.  Not ever.  Each student that enters our classroom is unique.  They each have different backgrounds and experiences that shape who they are and who they become.  These students enter our classrooms with limitless potential and an endless desire to be loved.  They may push us to our limits and challenge us in ways we never thought possible.  They may make us cry and grit our teeth, but I know that they will always make us smile.  Always.  I didn’t go into teaching for the summers off or the recognition, I went into teaching to make a difference.  And that’s exactly what I plan to do – make a difference. 

 It can be done. 

And so I leave you with this…  As you enter the school year, approach it with an open mind.  Do not let what others say about a student influence how you view and treat this student.  Each student that enters your classroom does so with an open heart yearning to be loved.  Get rid of the labels.  Educate, encourage, inspire.  Make a difference in the lives of those set before you. 

It can be done. 

And it will be done.  

~Chelsea

Gaining Perspective

This past year was one for the books.  It has been, quite literally, the most action-packed school year that I’ve experienced.  From the historic flooding to the consolidation of two great schools into one, I cannot think of a more emotional, yet hopeful school year.  Through all the changes, we remained a community- a family that formed even tighter bonds with one another.  We supported each other through the challenges, mourning the loss of what once was, but celebrating the future of what could be. 

Although I was given the opportunity to teach third grade again, I knew in my heart that I could not accept this position.  I don’t know how else to describe it, but I had a gut feeling that told me it was time for a change.  This has been one of the most difficult choices that I’ve had to make.  I’ve had so many great memories and formed so many deep friendships.  All the experiences I’ve had allowed me to view life from a new perspective.  Not only did they help shape the teacher I have become, but also the person I have become.  I am forever grateful. 

This summer, I packed up all of my belongings and moved to a different part of the state.  I’m beginning to settle in, however, I didn’t realize how difficult it would be to make the transition.  It is amazing being so deeply connected to something, yet feeling so disconnected all at the same time.  I guess it just makes me that much more appreciative of the people that have been a part of this journey.  No matter the distance between us, we will always be a family.  Always. 

Looking towards the future, I am hopeful.  I have been given the opportunity to form new friendships, as well as reconnect and strengthen old friendships.  This summer has been very active, but I am taking some time to slow down and soak it all in.  I am thrilled about the new school I will be working in, the awesome colleagues I will get to learn from and work alongside, and the students that will enter my classroom in a few short weeks.  I am embracing the change and am looking forward to a very bright future filled with endless possibilities!  

~Chelsea

Forever Family

Amidst all of the craziness with school and life, I’ve come to realize the importance of community.  As my class has defined it, a community is a group of people who work together and help each other out.  These past two weeks, I’ve experienced the power of a community that thrives and fulfills this definition faithfully.

 

People are truly amazing.  In a time of crisis and great need, it astounds me how many people come together to help one another.  Within a day of starting up a donation center for the families at our school, we had to switch locations due to the mass quantities coming in (and the fact that we needed a fully operating gym for PE).  Teachers, students, and family members all gave up their precious weekend time to help support the families that lost their homes.  Tears were shed and smiles reappeared- the sign of a new beginning. 

Even though this was only just the very beginning of a very long recovery effort, it set the precedent for the events to come.  Last week, I visited the new donation site to pick up some things for my students and was astonished by what I saw.  Over the course of just 3 days, enough donations were collected that they filled up an entire church!  There was a room designated for clothes, a room for shoes, a room for toiletries, and a room for food – each of these rooms packed with volunteers unloading, sorting, and organizing the donations as they were being dropped off.  At one point, later in the week, they had to begin re-routing their donation site to other churches and businesses in the area.  Wow- what a problem to have… too many donations! 

Not only did people support us by donating these necessities, we also found other places around our town playing leading roles in the relief effort…  Rec centers and churches opening up their showering facilities, Laundromats offering free loads of laundry, the Food Bank collecting and dispersing food, volunteers passing out flyers on how to help, and neighbors, friends, and family helping wade through the treacherous waters to collect belongings and lending shoulders to cry on when they were needed most.  All of these things just prove what a great community I live in and teach in.  As one of my friends said, “It’s nice to know that goodness spreads” and let me tell you, goodness most definitely does spread!

I am overwhelmed and so incredibly grateful for our community.  Our community – a group of people who work together and help each other out.  But we are more than just a community- we are a family. 

~Chelsea

Back to Normal?

This week I was told that things would begin to go back to normal.  But what is normal?  I really do not know.  I thought I knew, but as it turns out, I really don’t.  Life is an increasingly complex thing filled with overwhelming challenges and sensational celebrations.  Unfortunately, this week proved to be one chock-full of confounding obstacles and copious amounts of stress. 

If you read my previous post, you would begin to understand the catastrophic events that shattered our town and displaced hundreds of families (many of which attend the school I teach at).  Overall, over 20% of our school population is now considered homeless.  A shocking statistic that really has an impact on overall learning.  And life. 

A human’s basic needs: shelter, water, food, air, and sleep.  What happens when those basic needs aren’t met?  The effects are devastating.  And yet, many of my students have to live with this reality almost every day… Homes- uninhabitable.  Water- unusable and unflushable.  Food- sparce and unfulfilling.  Air- toxic, filled with the fumes of natural gas and feces.  Sleep- hard to come by. 

I pray for my sweet students, my children, who face these unforeseeable circumstances.  I know their situations are supposed to be only temporary, but for how long?  When will their lives return to normal?  Or will they ever? 

I can only hope that I can provide a small portion of what my students need every day- a safe place, our classroom, filled with an abundance of love and compassion.  A place where ideas sparkle and magic flows, allowing learning to come to life.  A place bursting with light, illuminating the pathway of hope for a better tomorrow.  A place that is normal.  Almost. 

~Chelsea 

A Family United By Hope

Friggatriskaidekaphobia – the fear of Friday the 13^th.  I’ve never feared this day… only  once did I have my share of “bad luck” when I got into a very minor car accident 8 years ago (which was immediately made better by a giant bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream at a friend’s house).  But two days ago, Friday, September 13, 2013 must’ve made up for all those other Friday the 13^ths.  This past Friday was downright awful.  Devastating.  Horrific.  Unimaginable. 

As you may know, Colorado has been experiencing its fair share of extreme weather.  More specifically, flooding.  I was surprised to see that we were one of the only districts in our area that was still scheduled to have school.  But I guess I wasn’t that surprised… we hadn’t had as much rain as the neighboring towns.  The school day began as normal… just a little wetter than usual.  By around 11am, the rain slowed to a drizzle and the clouds began to disappear.  It appeared to be a normal, sunshiney Colorado day! 

At exactly 11:04am, one of my students was picked up by his family.  Thinking he was headed out for an extended weekend, I gave him a hug and wished him well.  Then at 11:14am, another one of my students was picked up by her family.  As I looked out my classroom window, I saw a line of about 12 cars.  I thought to myself, “what is going on?”  And then the line continued to grow and remained steady – from 11:14am until the bell rang at 3:45pm.  My class of 27 students dwindled down to 8 by 3:40pm.  And 4 of the 8 that remained were asked to go to the gym to be picked up by their parents instead of taking the bus home. 

I had heard rumors about the floods making their way into our area, but I had a hard time believing it looking at the sunny weather outside.  I wanted to confirm what I had heard, but I had a meeting during my plan time – the only opportunity I had to be on my computer.  I just continued my day as planned- trying to keep it as normal and routine as possible, reassuring all my students that they were safe.   It wasn’t until after 4pm that I was able to fully comprehend the widespread devastation. 

The Big Thompson River and the St. Vrain River collided and merged into the South Platte River, essentially wiping out entire neighborhoods.  Homes were submerged, where only the roofs could be seen.  Mobile homes were swept away, toppling over like rows of dominoes.  People were being rescued by rafts, canoes, or SeaDoos in a landlocked state.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

And then I was told where all of this was taking place – just a mile or so down the road, where the majority of the families that attend our school live.  I was in a state of utter shock.

Right now, it is estimated that 150 families (approximately 250 students) from my school have completely lost their homes.  As I said before…  Devastating.  Horrific.  Unimaginable. 

I had to do something.  I had to take action.  But how?  Where to even start?  I rounded up a few other teachers that remained at our school that Friday evening and we formulated a plan.  We went on a mini shopping spree, stocking our basket to the brim with blankets and socks, hoping they would serve as little pieces of comfort when all was lost.  On our way to the shelter, the devastation began to sink in… all really was lost. 

Holding back the tears, I put on a brave face as I entered the building where some of our students were being housed.  Immediately, one of my students spotted me and sprinted over to give me a big hug.  “Did your house get flooded too?” she asked.  “No, it didn’t, I just wanted to come by to see how you were doing,” I replied.  “That is so nice!  I can’t believe you’re here… I never see teachers outside of school!” she eagerly stated.  We continued our conversation, where she proceeded to show me pictures of the flood and tell me all of her friends that were staying at the shelter.  She seemed positive about everything and especially liked the fact that it was going to be like a giant sleepover.  I don’t think she was able to fully comprehend the devastation, but I was glad to see her in high spirits.  I visited with quite a few of my other students, all of whom were extremely glad to see familiar faces and receive little pieces of comfort.    

What an emotional day it had been.  Of all the horrendous things that went on that day, I was glad to end it with a bright spot.  That night, after sending many prayers, I lay wide awake in my bed – thinking about the families and the tough road that lies ahead of them.  What would the future bring? 

Apparently, other teachers at my school had also experienced sleepless nights, thinking up ways we could help these families.  And so it goes… plans were made and action was taken.  Toiletries, clothes, and toys were brought to the students at the shelter.  With representation of multiple teachers from each grade level, we successfully passed out bags of necessities to the families that were impacted by this flood.  Every child, beaming from ear to ear at the excitement of receiving these gifts.  Parents, welling up with tears at the sight of their child receiving something as simple as a blanket.  Everyone was grateful.  So incredibly grateful. 

Even though it seemed like everything had been lost, one thing for sure remained intact... A family.  Not just any family, but our family.  Our family united by hope. 

Please continue to pray for the students and families that have been deeply affected by this natural disaster.  We are accepting donations of toiletries, clothes, shoes, non-perishable food items, bottled water, toys/games, and pet care items to make care packages for each of the families.  Monetary donations can also be made to The Red Cross, United Way of Weld County, or The Community Foundation of Greeley and Weld County.  Anything and everything truly does help!  Thank you so much for your support and prayers! 

To find out more information about this tragedy, visit: http://www.greeleytribune.com/news/local/8118850-113/greeley-scheduled-county-evans

~Chelsea

Pay It Forward

As I was on my way to McDonald’s after school, I decided to make a pit-stop at the nearby Dollar Tree to pick up a few items for my classroom.  The store was buzzing with people, many whom were shopping with their families, picking up a few necessities for the week.  After a long day at work, I strolled around the store, leisurely gathering my supplies and eventually placing my items on the conveyor belt. 

As I stood in the checkout line, the person in front of me had just rung up $40 worth of groceries for her family.  Her three sons each carried an armload of bags, eagerly waiting for their mom to pay.  As the woman reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet, she began frantically searching for her credit card.  She asked her husband if he had the card, so he began frantically searching his wallet as their sons looked on impatiently.  The mother told the cashier that she was unable to pay for the groceries since she was missing her credit card and told the boys that they would have to come back another time to pick up their groceries.  At this moment, my heart sank for the woman and her family, so I decided to intervene. 

“I’ve got it.”  I smiled at the woman and handed the cashier my credit card.  “I can’t let you do that,” the woman responded.  “Really, it’s no problem,” I told her.  At that moment, I swiped my card and signed the receipt.  The woman and her family were so grateful – “You are an angel.  A guardian angel.  I can’t thank you enough for your kindness.”  The woman smiled at me, still surprised at what I had just done for her family.  “Thank you,” she said one last time as she walked out the door and loaded the groceries into her van.  I smiled as I watched her sons excitedly hop in the van and drive off.  It felt good to do something kind for someone else.

I had just finished loading my bags into the backseat of my car when I notice the same dark blue van pull back into the parking lot.  As I begin to sit down in the driver’s seat, the woman rolls down her window and shouts, “Miss, wait!”  So I stop and walk up to her van.  She steps out and says, “I would like to repay you.”  I reply, “That isn’t necessary.  This was something that I wanted to do.  My treat.”  “But I’d like to repay you somehow… I can come to clean your house.  Anything you want.”  “Thank you for the offer.  I really appreciate it, but honestly, it isn’t necessary.”  “I’ve just never had anyone do anything so nice for me like that before.  I really would like to repay you somehow.”  “All I ask of you is that you pay it forward.  Spread kindness to others.  That’s how you can repay me.”  “You are an angel.  I try to be kind and giving to others and do the best that I can…”  At that moment I reach over and give her a hug.  “It’s just that I don’t have any family around here and I’m doing the best I can to make ends meet.”  She begins sobbing.  I reassure her, “we’re all doing the best we can.  That’s what matters most.  What happened in there could’ve happened to anyone.  It was just by chance that we happened to be in line next to each other.”  She reached over and gave me another hug, “I really can’t thank you enough.  You are a kind person.  It really means a lot to me what you just did.”  “Thank you.  I’m glad I could help,” I say as we both part ways and drive off in our cars teary-eyed.

So why am I sharing this story with you right now?  Here’s why:  God works in mysterious ways.  He really is always on your side, providing you with many opportunities to be the best you can be.  And to me, one of those ways is to pay it forward.  To spread kindness everywhere you go.  You never know how it can impact someone’s day…

I hope that you, too, have a blessed day!

~Chelsea

I'm Back!

Hello!

I can't believe it's been over a year since my last blog post!  Crazy!  

Here's a quick re-cap of my year for you:

• This was my first year teaching in a classroom of my very own and I LOVED it!
• I started my Masters in Reading (and am halfway through my program)
• I taught 4th grade this past year and am moving to 3rd grade next year... exciting times ahead!

To sum it all up, time flies!  It's amazing how much things can change in one year- I have learned so much and have met many incredible people who have inspired me to be the best I can be in every aspect of my life.  

In an attempt to find more of a balance in my life, blogging took a backseat this past year.  It is my hope that I can bring it back into my life while still maintaining this balance.  

On another note, school starts next week!  Ahh!  I've been working hard in my room and will be posting pictures soon...

Happy Summer!!!  :-)

~Chelsea