Dear Man driving the truck outside my window,

Is it really necessary to blast your music and sing along at the top of your lungs at midnight? Right outside an apartment complex? It is summer, people sleep with their windows open so they don't have to break the bank keeping the air conditioning on. I know it is Provo, but there are still some people that need to sleep and be responsible. I'm sorry, but I don't think it is funny when you make pig noises and other strange animal noises very loudly to your passengers and honk to get the person you are waiting for to hurry up.

That being said, I am sorry that I yelled at you. Well, really I just yelled out my window. But if you did hear it among all the other noises you were making, I apologize. I will keep it classy next time. But maybe you should too.

Sincerely,
me

I received my first official love note today. The girl obviously wrote it at home because it was written on cardboard. It says "Teacher. You are so nise."

Also, one student kept calling me "Teacher" in class and one little boy turned to him and yelled "Call her her name. Call her Mrs. Dyer"

Speaking of my name, there is some confusion in the school. On my door is a big sign that says "Welcome to Miss Dyer's class!" Clearly my students are using this to know how to write my name because when I read their letters they wrote me the other day, half of them started with "Dear Ms. Dyer's,". I have the the task of being on recess duty this week and as I was holding the door open for one other 2nd grade class to go through, one girl said "Hi Mrs. Dyer's".

I love my job.

...little things

...are saving me in this job.

Like yesterday when I took my class to lunch feeling as though I had just failed as a math teacher and was feeling very despondent, one of my boys came up to me and said:

"I like your clothes. I like this," as he pointed to my coral sweater.

I just thought to myself: bless you child.

Little did he know that that morning I was about to put on my gray sweater but then decided to wear a brighter one because maybe the kids would think it was fun.

That little comment turned my day around.

...until I made the mistake of asking track 2 if they were excited to come back the next day...

Tokens

I am the kind of person that is comforted by good luck tokens. You know, things that you have on you to remind you of someone or something when you look at it. I needed that comfort on my first day of school. As I sat in my room counting down the final minutes before I went and picked up my class, I realized that I am very blessed as I looked around at all the tokens I have in my room.

For instance, there are the hundreds of books from my second grade teacher (many of which I read myself as a seven year old) with S. Walker written inside of them. There are crayon boxes with names labeled on every one by my mom because "she would have wanted her crayons labeled in school". Each of my books are marked with a beautiful sticker from my sister who designs beautiful things. Outside my wall are 29 bees hot glued to clothespins to display work on. My dad hot-glued on every one of those bees hours before open house. I have big dragonflies hanging from my ceiling over the reading chairs from Sister Jennings. I have books, flashcards, and math tools from my mom who has been handpicking them out at garage sales for the past several months. My sister pinned up the number line on the back wall because only she was able to reach it. My teaching chair comes from a good, good friend who taught several years herself and loaned this one out to me. All of my folders and spirals were labeled with the help of family and friends.

I couldn't have done it without you. My room was built and prepared with a lot of love. From a lot of people. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

2 weeks from today

My students will be walking into my classroom.

I get very overwhelmed thinking about everything I have to do before then, so I am just going to start tackling that list one thing at a time. First up, finish decorating the room by Friday.

My little brother will also be going into the MTC 2 weeks from today. I am sad that I won't be able to be there to drop him off, but I think it is fun that we are going to be starting something very new and exciting on the same day. He is going to do great things down there in Argentina.

It is official...

My plaque. And my one purple wall.

My very own classroom

Today I used the keys to room 169.

I took down the desks and inventoried the drawers and cupboards. I arranged my teacher's desk and tried to organize 30 desks into groups of 5 and 6 while still allowing a portion of carpet space for group instruction. (They are surprisingly heavy. It was hard work by myself)

I designated the area for the listening center and book nook. (Anyone know where I can buy cheap pillows for the nook? Or can anyone help me sew some quick ones?)

I plugged in the pencil sharpener. It didn't work. (I will have to figure that out)

I organized my tissues and clorox wipes, which are the only things I have brought into the classroom so far.

Then I sat in my teacher's desk and thought for a while.

This summer hasn't been what I had expected. Sometimes things don't happen as easily as you want them to.

Sometimes things take you by surprise. But then I realized that in three weeks time I will have 30+ new friends. I won't have any time to feel lonely or sad because I will be responsible for their learning and keeping them engaged throughout the day.

Then I realized that I am really excited. I'm nervous, and I am too overwhelmed for words, but I can't wait to meet my students.

Hopefully the room will be ready by then.