four minutes

My friend Alece does this thing on her blog called "four minute fridays" and I love it so much I'm going to try it myself. I need some brevity in my life.  So. Without further fanfare... Go.

This week has been TAKS week here in Texas schools. And where usually this means stress times ten thousand and grumpy teachers and hostile students eager to just break free from the classroom they've been held captive in for hours, this week hasn't been awful. In fact, yesterday I walked into my classroom full of seniors after a morning of testing and this is what I found:

[caption id="attachment_665" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="An English teacher's dream. The only thing missing is them chanting "O Captain My Captain" "][/caption]

Oh. Speaking of thankful...Russ got a job. Like, a real one - he's working as a pantry chef for a local restaurant that just opened this past Tuesday. I'm so proud of him - and I love seeing him one step closer to fulfilling his dreams of owning his own place one day. He's working with some pretty talented people and is anxious to learn from them.

These past few weeks have been some of the hardest yet most beautiful Russ and I have seen. Of course, it would take more than four minutes to explain everything, but in short, God provides. I've never been more certain.

And finally, I wasn't necessarily in the best mood this morning. I listened to Lady Gaga on the way to work because I was so tired. I have this system during testing where I lock my door to keep out visitors until testing starts. I just need some me time to set my room up, pray for my kids I'll be working with that day, and just...reflect before the craziness. This morning I'm sitting at my desk and I hear a knock on the door. It's a student. I roll my eyes and huff and puff under my breath as I'm walking to open the door, and when I look him in the eye, he hands me a sheet of paper saying "Get to Know Your Sponsored Child." I glance back at him and he smiles - "I sponsored him, Mrs. Ramirez! And I'm sending him a package. I want you to write him a letter too." My eyes find their way back to the paper and I see this 11 year old who lives in Malawi staring back at me.

Suddenly things don't seem as important as they were two minutes ago.


Posted on April 30, 2010 .