Transcript for Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter …
My advice, go to this link and listen to Sarah Kay read this poem as you read along.

If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B, because that
way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to
me. And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn
the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up
just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only
way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt here that
cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder
Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by
herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be
too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

“And, baby,” I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I’ve done it a million
times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house,
so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else
find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know
she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots
nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few
heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for. Because rain
will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the
underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist
on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me. That
there’ll be days like this. ♫ There’ll be days like this, my momma said. ♫ When you open
your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the
phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing
on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in
disappointment.

And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank
you. Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop
kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s swept away. You will put the wind in
winsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how
many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny
place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive.
But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but
don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. “Baby,” I’ll tell her, “remember, your
momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands
and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in
threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong.
But don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they
slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of
cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.

If you made it through that, I know that you might like to hear what my take was. The directions were to pick a line that spoke to you and just write. This is what I wrote:

when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing
on your cape… because all I’ve ever wanted to do is change the world. Fix the hurt. Make the pain disappear. Erase your past and let you start anew, but know the past is what makes you, you. I want to take you home with me because I know that I can’t change the past, but I sure as hell can change the now. I can’t take away what your mother told you, or what your father said yesterday. I can’t change your culture or distort the viewpoint of entire generations. But what I can do is give you the book that will change your life, give you the book that will help you find solace in another world, another time. I know that what you need is that place that fixes everything, so, please, get off my cape. The only person I’m trying to rescue is you.

Sometimes, I get so frustrated with the path I have chosen to follow. I think about all the authors that I follow on Twitter and all the authors that I read their books, and I think to myself, “Why isn’t that me?”

It isn’t me for several reasons, the first of which is that I haven’t made myself into one of those writers. I have other things on my plate right now, and up until a week ago, one of the biggest things on my plate was graduate school. Now, the biggest thing on my plate is being a first year teacher. I don’t know why God wanted me where I am, and sometimes I get frustrated with this whole learning lessons the hard way thing.

I get frustrated with the fact that I am not teaching AP 11th and 12th grade English. I get frustrated with the limited knowledge and understanding of my students because I have never had to deal with this much diversity before in my life. I bust my butt trying to make everything as meaningful and understandable as possible, and the biggest hurdle that I face is one that I cannot fix: student behavior.

I’m young, we all know this, and my students frustrate me the same way my siblings do. I know that they can do better, I expect them to do better, then they frustrate me further when I allow myself to get disappointed. I want them to be successful, and more than that I want them to beat the odds.

I saw an interesting quote today that said the job of a parent is to point the way, then the harder job is to step out of the way. I’m not a parent, but I do feel that way so often that it is scary. When do I let them fail? When am I doing to much for them? When can I say that I have done everything that I can without handicapping them?

Until next time…

Being a teacher is hard work. I put in long hours filled with planning, writing, analyzing, grading, thinking, and considering the impact a particular lesson will have on that student that is struggling. I ask myself questions like “Is this going to make him or her frustrated because it’s too difficult?” and “This student really needs to be more engaged. Is this material going to stretch his or her brain enough to make it meaningful?”

I struggle with these questions and more on a daily basis. I truly want to be the best teacher that I can be, and with that expectation for myself, you can only imagine what I expect from my students. I found out today that more than 75% of the students at my school are not reading at grade level. 75%. That number is mentally crushing to me.

Coming from a background where reading was valued to the point that I “caught the love” for it, I can’t imagine why my students are struggling the way that they are. Why can’t my kids read? And more importantly, how can I help them to not only learn to read, but learn to appreciate texts in the way that makes them meaningful?

How do I pass on a love for reading to students who don’t have someone at home who reads to them? How do I show these “street smart” kids the value of a book? I don’t know yet, but I do know that I am going to give it my all and teach them in the only way that I know how. I’m going to read to them. I’m going to model the way I read. I am going to use inquiry to show them why it matters to them.

I am going to learn how to ask the right questions to make the material meaningful.

And, more than anything else, I’m going to care. I am going to love every one of those students, even the 7th graders, more than any teacher has loved them thus far. I am going to be patient. I am going to do my best to not lose my temper. I am going to do everything that I can to show them the path to success.

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I feel like I am always apologizing for my lack of consistency, and yet I always breakdown and wait forever between posts. There is something running through my veins that tells me to overload my plate or I won’t be happy. That’s just the way of things with me, I suppose. I am, as usual, going to try to do better.

Anyways, my life has been more than hectic. I have spent a great deal of my time in the car. I commute an hour one way to work every day. It is mentally draining to spend that much time in the car. I definitely am not a fan. Teaching is hard, which I always knew it would be.

I had the worst day thus far this past Friday. It was bad enough that at six o’clock tonight I was panicking about having to go to school tomorrow. When my husband asked what was wrong, (he always knows. Always.), I didn’t want to tell him because I was embarrassed. I felt like I was being stupid. How can one bad day make me not want to go back? He said, “Casey, you love those kids. Of course you want to go back.”

He was right. Of course I want to go back. I do love those kids. And one bad day is not going to dissuade me from doing what I love, which is teaching.

One thing that I don’t love, however, is the seventh grade mindset. It is a different animal. I still haven’t figured out what to do with them. Their inconsistency makes me feel like I’m losing my mind. I never know what they will act like. I have had a few success stories though. Those small successes are the only things that are giving me hope.

Well, now that you are somewhat caught up, let’s talk about the blogs future. I’m going to be blogging about a lot of things from now on. Some of the topics include writing, reading, good books, teaching, insights into the minds of junior high students, and other related topics. I also might post the occasional piece of fiction of my own, and maybe if I have some really fantastic student writing, I might see about posting their work on here. With their parents permission of course.

I’m not exactly positive where I am headed. I don’t know what the future holds for me. What I do know, is that I love writing. I love writing this blog and reading good books. I love telling stories and teaching. Those things that I love, have to once again become priorities. I have to do some things for myself, and I have to start somewhere. Before I know it, I will be old and wishing I had done some of the things I always said I would do. What better day to start than today.

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Do you ever wonder if there will be enough time to do all the things you want to do? Enough time to read all the books you want to read? Enough time to learn all the new, beautiful words that you want to learn? Enough time to see the billions of examples of beauty in the world, and more than that, enough time to gain the wisdom to be able to appreciate them all.

The more I read, the more I realize how little I know and understand about the world. The good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly. There are so many books I want to read, and so few hours that I get to spend reading. In this world that moves so quickly, so loudly, where is the time for that?

Mark Twain said it best when he wrote, “Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR.”

The beauty must be found in the words, in the creation of worlds. The moral is sometimes not important. Occasionally, we must do things with only thoughts of enjoyment in our minds.

I hate to add a moral to the story, but find what you love, and pursue it. Continue growing and changing, for that is the best part of our world. Pursue the wisdom needed to see the beauty in all things, not just the vain beauty of youth, and pray that there will be books in heaven, for only an eternity will be enough time.

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Do you ever wonder if there will be enough time to do all the things you want to do? Enough time to read all the books you want to read? Enough time to learn all the new, beautiful words that you want to learn? Enough time to see the billions of examples of beauty in the world, and more than that, enough time to gain the wisdom to be able to appreciate them all.

The more I read, the more I realize how little I know and understand about the world. The good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly. There are so many books I want to read, and so few hours that I get to spend reading. In this world that moves so quickly, so loudly, where is the time for that?

Mark Twain said it best when he wrote, “Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR.”

The beauty must be found in the words, in the creation of worlds. The moral is sometimes not important. Occasionally, we must do things with only thoughts of enjoyment in our minds.

I hate to add a moral to the story, but find what you love, and pursue it. Continue growing and changing, for that is the best part of our world. Pursue the wisdom needed to see the beauty in all things, not just the vain beauty of youth, and pray that there will be books in heaven, for only an eternity will be enough time.

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I’m always amazed at how God chooses to show himself to me. Never in a shout or a raised voice, just in the little things. Today I saw beauty in the sky, lighting bolts and thunder, followed by a sunrise that made blue fade to violet, to red, to orange, to a yellow so pale it looked white and colorless.

Everyday I am fortunate enough to drive through the mountains on I-540 to Fort Smith, Arkansas. Talk about a beautiful drive. It’s beautiful now, after one of the hottest summers we have ever experienced, so I can’t imagine how beautiful it will be in the fall and then later in the spring. This drive gives me time to think and reflect on the day. I’m learning a lot about myself through this job and even more about myself through that valuable time in the morning and evening.

The thing with God is that I know he’s there and present. I see him in every part of my drive. The trees, the sunrise, the mountains, the lightning, the wind, the flowers, the everything. While I was driving this morning, I was listening to my iPod. Normally, I listen to a book, but today I turned the iPod on shuffle and let it play. I normally don’t listen to “Christian” music. I got turned off to that a long time ago because I realized that listening to “Christian” music didn’t make me a Christian. It did, however, make me feel like I had a right to some feeling of self righteous supremacy that no one has a right to.

I don’t pretend to be perfect. I doubt all the time. Sometimes my analytical mind does nothing but get into the way of my feelings and emotions. I’m always so divided by my emotions and my brain.

This morning when I put my iPod on shuffle, my only expectation was to listen to music and get ready for the day. Instead, I got a lesson on learning to depend more on God and less on myself. I had three songs in a row tell me that I can’t do it on my own. I’ve been bearing this weight of fear and anticipation about the upcoming year because I’ve been trying to bear it on my own. Who knew that God would communicate through my iPod? Now to take that communication to heart.

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How do I begin to sum up the last few weeks? So much has changed, both good and a little sad. Leaving Conway was bittersweet. Our friends in Conway are moving on with their lives. Homes are being purchased, relationships are being formed, lives are ultimately changing. And we’re not there to witness it or grow with them. While we grow separately, we must remember each other. We will celebrate our successes and mourn our disappointments in the same manner that we always did, together. The friendships I made in Conway are the most valuable to me. They met me and cared for me enough to let me continue to grow into the individual that I am now.

On the good side, Nathan and I are doing the same things in a new place. Starting over is like taking a deep, cleansing breath after being in a room full of smoke. There really is nothing quite like it. New relationships are being formed, not better or worse really, just different. House hunting takes up a great deal of our time as we search for a home that we can fix and make our own.

I now spend two hours in a car a day going to my new job. I’ve decided to use that time for personal enjoyment. Right now, I’m listening to Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. All of those books that I’ve always wanted to read but never had time, or never made time for, have now become priorities. I relish the alone time. I don’t, however, relish the miles I’m putting on my car.

I have accepted a position in the Fort Smith Public School District. I will be working at Darby Junior High teaching 7-9 ELL English and regular English. I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I’ve never worked with English Language Learners before, but I know that God has bigger plans for me than I have for myself. My classroom is big with three windows and several computers. I’m decorating with owls and am having a blast doing it.

In other news, this month was the end of a very important part of my childhood. I laughed, I smiled, I cried. I celebrated and I mourned. The final installment of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows premiered in theaters. Really, that’s all I can say about this. Words can’t express how much that one series meant to me. J. K. Rowling really changed my life. Without this series, I might never have fought for my right to read, I might never have carried Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban to my private, Christian school hidden in the jacket of another book. I don’t hold it against my school, though. Prejudice that is harbored for a long time is harder to change, and if I hadn’t had the need to be secretive, it might not have been so important to me.

I’m sorry it took me so long to post. I’ve been planning that paragraph since July 14th at three in the morning. I still didn’t do it justice.

Keep doing whatever it is that makes you tick, and I’ll post again soon.

-CC

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How do I begin to sum up the last few weeks? So much has changed, both good and a little sad. Leaving Conway was bittersweet. Our friends in Conway are moving on with their lives. Homes are being purchased, relationships are being formed, lives are ultimately changing. And we’re not there to witness it or grow with them. While we grow separately, we must remember each other. We will celebrate our successes and mourn our disappointments in the same manner that we always did, together. The friendships I made in Conway are the most valuable to me. They met me and cared for me enough to let me continue to grow into the individual that I am now.

On the good side, Nathan and I are doing the same things in a new place. Starting over is like taking a deep, cleansing breath after being in a room full of smoke. There really is nothing quite like it. New relationships are being formed, not better or worse really, just different. House hunting takes up a great deal of our time as we search for a home that we can fix and make our own.

I now spend two hours in a car a day going to my new job. I’ve decided to use that time for personal enjoyment. Right now, I’m listening to Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. All of those books that I’ve always wanted to read but never had time, or never made time for, have now become priorities. I relish the alone time. I don’t, however, relish the miles I’m putting on my car.

I have accepted a position in the Fort Smith Public School District. I will be working at Darby Junior High teaching 7-9 ELL English and regular English. I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I’ve never worked with English Language Learners before, but I know that God has bigger plans for me than I have for myself. My classroom is big with three windows and several computers. I’m decorating with owls and am having a blast doing it.

In other news, this month was the end of a very important part of my childhood. I laughed, I smiled, I cried. I celebrated and I mourned. The final installment of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows premiered in theaters. Really, that’s all I can say about this. Words can’t express how much that one series meant to me. J. K. Rowling really changed my life. Without this series, I might never have fought for my right to read, I might never have carried Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban to my private, Christian school hidden in the jacket of another book. I don’t hold it against my school, though. Prejudice that is harbored for a long time is harder to change, and if I hadn’t had the need to be secretive, it might not have been so important to me.

I’m sorry it took me so long to post. I’ve been planning that paragraph since July 14th at three in the morning. I still didn’t do it justice.

Keep doing whatever it is that makes you tick, and I’ll post again soon.

-CC

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