Monthly Archives: February 2016

Introverts – You Are Not Alone


I accepted years ago that I am different, and honestly, I have no problem with it. I yearn for quiet, for home, for steady.  I find my greatest peace in silence, which is funny considering my job.  Being a teacher…well, there is no silence. Ever. Not ever…and if there is, you better figure out what’s going on.

For a very long time, I battled my oddness and wondered what was wrong with me.  I forced myself into uncomfortable situations and pretended to be someone I wasn’t. To say that was exhausting is an understatement.  And then…then one day I read a wonderful article on another blogger’s site about introverts and extroverts and people who fall somewhere in the middle of the two.  Of course I’d heard of it before…but honestly, I never paid a whole lot of attention to what it truly meant.

So, after that one day, that one article, I began accepting myself for exactly who I am.  I began saying no.  No excuses. No pretending.  But still, I felt alone.  Most of the time, I felt like I was the only homebody in the world.

Then this magical thing happened, and as much as Facebook annoys me most of the time, I found other introverts on the site.  I discovered that the world is full of people who thrive on reading and writing, who become whole again by having time to recover from the over-stimulation of the world by simply being at home.

In the past two weeks, I’ve also had two women…two strong, beautiful, competent, polite, active women…tell me that they battle with some of the same issues.  One talked about the panic she feels in certain situations, the other, her need to disconnect from the world after a long day at work.  Both of these incredible women also said that they felt alone…as if they were the only people feeling that way. I chuckled and told them to join my club.

It all had me wondering….

Does the stress of work and everyday life make our tendencies worse?  Do people become radically different due to the hardships of uncontrollable situations…like work, children, dealing with the public?  Do we have to have more silence to balance the scales?  (Or more action, for the extroverts, to balance the scales?)  OR would we simply be the way we are regardless of life’s situations?

For me, I know stress changes my ability to handle life.  Stress drains me like the sudden gushing of water going down a drain. It makes my introverted tendencies worse.  So, I refuel.  Each weekend, I do my best to recharge my soul so I can delve into another week. For me, there’s nothing like being home with my kids and hubby and our pets.  Nowhere else do I feel as safe and calm and comfortable.

What about you?  Do you feel better staying in or going out?  How do you refuel?



Sums it up perfectly.






The Blessings of Wanna Be Teachers


“I don’t like the Lego movie either.  When it comes on, I just turn it to Fox News.” – This quote did not come out of the mouth of a teacher.  Nope, a six year old said that to me and two other teachers this week.  Of course I laughed (and began writing his quote down immediately). One of the other teachers piped in, “Well, as long as it’s not MSNBC.” The boy and teacher looked at each other and smiled, sharing some inside joke I know not much about.

School has been busy as always, but I’ve been blessed with a student teacher the past month.  I get to keep her until March 1st and then it’s back to one set of hands.  A little girl told me the other day that it’s like I have two sets of hands now that Miss Sarah is around.  Very true.

I’ll be the first to admit, and I told Miss Sarah right up front, that I really didn’t want a student teacher. It’s a crucial time of year with testing lurking around the corner, and the thought of turning my class over to a college student was daunting.  I also told her that I believed that sometimes things happen for a reason, and that if God put her into my life, there was a reason for it.

Never doubt His reasons.  He placed a human into my life so level-headed and mature, so ready to work. When something is amiss, this girl tackles it. No being shy, no wondering if it’s her place.  She jumps in and figures out what needs to be done.  Sarah is a very mature soul in a young body, a natural-born teacher.  She’s kind, calm, loving but firm, and my kids love her.  And I do too.

Honestly, I remember being her age.  I remember having my first classroom at her age.  A year older than her, I had my first child.  I look at Sarah and know that I’m old enough to be her mother.  And yes…all of that freaks me out.  Inside, I don’t feel old enough to be my student teacher’s mother!  I mean, come on – I still feel 30-ish most days.

I look at Sarah and thank God young, vibrant souls are entering education.  I’m thankful that these women want to teach. I’m thankful that our community has a college that is producing such well-rounded, highly qualified wanna-be teachers (you’re awesome, Martin Methodist College).  Because these teachers will one day take our places.  These young, happy, light souls will one day soon slide into the rooms that many of us are retiring from or simply leaving for other endeavors.

Maybe God sent a young soul my way to remind me that there is a cycle, that the world keeps turning and progressing, even as I get older and my time grows shorter in the classroom.  Maybe God wants me to learn that it’s okay to jump – jump into new fields, new opportunities, new changes.  There will always be new life to take the place of the old.  And from what I see, this new life is ready to tackle the world.


Miss Sarah