And I’m officially 31. There’s probably a lot to say about what has happened and lessons that have been learned. But, life has gotten real crazy lately so here is the short and sweet of it.
I started my 8th year teaching. Whoa! That means that some of the students I taught during my first year have graduated. (I taught a few 5th grade students my first year..) And so from here on out, there will always be students I taught graduating. Nothing on this list of things happening in my 30th year has made me feel older than this.
Going back to a note I mentioned in the last blog. I took a few work related risks, that didn’t turn out like they were expected. And what that comes down to is, I interviewed for a different job. And during the said interview I came to the obvious realization that I love my current job, and I had no idea why I was even in an interview for a different position. (Which of course, my no-filter self said right out loud creating an awkward situation for all of us in the room.) I have never been more sure of how much I love my job than during that interview. Each day I go into my classroom and am so thankful that the other job “didn’t work out.” Life works in pretty mysterious ways, yeah?
I feel like this is one of the craziest things to say about my 30th year.. I started running. What? Sometimes I have to ask myself that just thinking about it. And really, I should say, “I started and finished running.” My Zumba classes do not meet in the summer so I had the silly notion to try the 10 week “Couch to 5k” interval running program. I would like to say that I completed each and every session, every other day for 10 weeks. Ahem, I am the valedictorian of completing tasks. But, I also have to honestly mention that 3 miles is about it for me. I am never going to be a marathoner, or clearly a sprinter! I don’t even think I really like running. Often times, I found myself pretty bored during the run and apathetic afterward. I want to love it! I want to run a marathon! … But, turns out, I don’t think that’s for me.
This is where shit just gets weird. I went to a wedding that was mostly attended by high school friends. I say “high school friends” meaning they were my friends in high school, not necessarliy that I have really kept in touch with any of them since the year 2000 minus a few Facebook peeks. It’s no secret that I am not a huge fan of high school and I actively avoid all high school related events. But the wedding was for my brother’s best friend, who grew up at our house and at one time called me his big sister (although he had, who I thought to be, the most incredibly amazing big sister in the whole entire world!) So the moral of the story is.. I didn’t die. But, I was not the valedictorian of anything that day, especially of not acting awkward.
During the last quarter of my 30th year, my last great aunt passed away. Which means that my grandparent’s entire generation is now gone in my family. Now, it’s not that I am incredibly sad that my great aunt Esther passed away.. I mean, she was 93 and had lived an amazing lifetime. But, since all of my grandparents have been gone for the past five years, I have relied quite heavily on my great aunts and uncles to fill that role. It hit me real heavily that my parents are now the oldest generation in my family… and I’m still not sure I ready for that idea.
Oddly enough, and not with good memories, I found out that I am insanely calm in crisis. I had always known that I was a pretty low stress girl when it came to real intense situations. (I just save my stress for times when the lawn mower won’t start or I can’t remember the Netflix password.. you know really life threatening times.) I had a pretty serious medical situation occur at work with a student. And looking back on it almost seems surreal. Everything was happening around us, including ambulances, medical professionals checking vitals and high strung phone calls. But in my mind it was just me and my student. It feels strange to say, but I think it was the most maternal I have ever felt. All the comforting, nurturing and protectiveness just happened and all without any sense of stress. I would like to say that I was able to remain that calm throughout the entire day. But, another thing I learned about myself, after a crisis I am exhausted. I left the hospital that day and felt like my body could have slept for an entire day.
I met an author! Long story short, one of my book clubs has a member that had a connection to a local author. She had self-published her first book, which then was bought by a big time publisher, sold on the bookshelves and is now being made into a movie. I pretty much think that means I have had wine and good conversation with someone famous.
Working at a year round school, I was able to spend the majority of the month of October in Chicago with Derek. It obviously was great.. and there will be more to come about this Chicago experience in another blog. Most importantly from this last trip there, I finally learned (and felt comfortable with!) the bus system! … Seems pretty easy for all you city folk, but it was the most nerve wracking public transportation for me to learn! Turns out, when in doubt, you can always ask the bus driver!
Last, but not least… I started drinking dewski again. Not everyday, but when I want one, I have one. I mean, duh! It tastes good! What was I thinking?!