Category Archives: Memories

2009: A year in review

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I wish I was really able to recall all the important aspects of 2009, but to be honest, I’m pretty bad at that sort of thing. So, here’s what I can remember, in no particular order:

1. I finished my education career, graduating with my M.A. in Speech-Language Pathology

2. I gained employment at a middle school in the suburbs (before even graduating, I might add!)

3. I moved from the safety (read: familiarity) of the Quad Cities to the Chicago suburbs.

4. I lived on my own (truly on my own) for the first time ever (for a whopping 3 months…)

5. I maintained (+/- 5 pounds) my 30 pound weight loss for a full year.

Hmm….. Yep. I think that’s all of the major changes from this year…. Can’t think of anything else…. 😉

Oh yeah…

I got married. 🙂

What Fall Means To Me….

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When I was little (in early elementary school), fall meant wearing red or navy zip-down hoodies, turtlenecks under my sweatshirts,  and t-strap shoes with skirts and opaque tights. For years, I have missed wearing t-strap shoes. But GASP…they’re back! As are skirts with opaque tights (except probably not the white tights I used to wear…). I desperately want a pair of t-strap shoes, and have tried on this pair at Target in maroon. Too bad they’re horribly uncomfortable.

Wedding response cards have started coming in… 21 cards so far (36 people). Yikes! It’s for real now!

They like me! They really like me!

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Just when I had given up hope on my preschoolers ever knowing or caring who I was (because what am I supposed to think when they always ask me where Miss Lesley/Miss Marble went, or when they call me Miss Cathy (my supervisor)?), three of them really came through for me today. 

One of my students, “Ramona,” had a birthday today, so instead of taking kids out of the classroom, we went in for her “birthday party.” Her family came and brought treats, and she was particularly excited to see “Tom,” (stepdad? brother? I have no idea). I was trying to stand out of the way when “Ramona” said to “Tom”: “Tom! Tom! This is Miss Carly! Tom, this is Miss Carly!!!” I laughed, but on the inside, I almost cried. “Ramona” is a bit of a struggle during therapy, and I thought for sure she didn’t like me. But here she was, making sure I met “Tom.” So sweet.

Then, while I was in the classroom/on the plaground, doing some observations with my kids, my trouble-making duo, “James,” and “Andy,” kept asking me to come play with them. They built me several houses out of bristle blocks, invited me to play on the playground equiptment, and kept showing off for me. And Tuesday I had written these two off as a lost cause because they’re sooo rambunctious during our speech sessions. But they kept calling to me to watch them climb the wall, do the monkey bars, etc. Oh, yeah, and on Tuesday, “James” declared that I was his girlfriend (I didn’t  have the heart to tell him I was engaged), but then today on the playground he said that “Kathy,” one of his classmates, was his girlfriend. When I asked him about it, he said we were both his girlfriends. Haha. Clearly he’s too young to commit himself to one woman. 

Today was the first good day I’ve had in about a week. I really needed it. So glad it came today.

Internship, Week 1: The Need for Cootie Shots

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Started at my school internship Monday. I’m in a Pre-K program out in the sticks. Despite the special education program from ~1953, I love it. The kids are amazing. I love them all so much. Every time I pick a “favorite” (which I know I shouldn’t do), someone else becomes my favorite. They’re all the cutest, smartest, most fun, etc. I love working with them, and I just want to steal them all and bring them home with me. One of them told me he loves me. I almost cried. And I love being able to encourage them, and build them up, and give them some MUCH needed praise and affection. We have one child with Autism, and he is incredible. They just started him on PECS about 6 weeks ago, and he’s SO good with it. And he took to me right away, and doesn’t hesitate to interact with me. Needless to say, it’s so rewarding being there. 

On an unfortunate note, I woke up sick yesterday. All those kids put their fingers in their mouths and noses and then on the tables, the materials, and on me. And no amount of hand sanitizer can prevent the inevitable cold. At least it’s only a cold. And I have the next week off, so I’m sure I’ll get over it quickly. 

I’m pretty sure I’ll miss working with Pre-K next year, but that’s okay. Maybe I’ll be able to sneak over to the Pre-K program in Prospect Heights… 🙂 Right now, I’m just enjoying being able to make an impact on these kids’ lives, even if it is a small one.

Didja ever have a sandwich that could take a bite out of you?!

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Remember in kindergarten when losing teeth was SO cool? You envied the kids with the loose teeth, and everyone gathered around when one fell out unexpectedly during a school assembly. The tooth fairy would come and leave you thirty-five cents (what a cheap-o tooth fairy…) under your pillow while you slept.

Hmm. Yep. That’s what studying for craniofacial anomalies makes me think of right now.