The Story of Lurch and Killer

I thought I'd share a story from the halls of Wyandotte High School...

A young English teacher in his first year at Wyandotte was in the middle of teaching when a man walked into his classroom. (I say "man" not "student" because this guy was 6 feet 5 inches tall, full beard, and a black trench coat that hung to the floor.) The young teacher asked apprehensively, "Sir, can I help you?" And the man responded in the lowest, gruffest voice you can imagine, "Yeah, I'm in your class." The young teacher responded with a look of surprise and asked the student his name. The student responded, "You can call me Lurch." (Don't forget the rough, low voice coming out of this student as well as his appearance.) The young teacher responded to this by saying, "Well I don't have a Lurch on my list. What's your name?" The student responded by saying his name is Jordan Sands (name change!) and then asked what he should call the young teacher. The young teacher responded, "Well my name is Mr. Riss." And what comes next is probably the best part of the story. The student responded to that by saying, "Well I'll call you Killer. Where should I sit?" And the young teacher responded with, "Anywhere you want!" At this point the rest of the class has heard this exchange and can't contain their laughter anymore. And for the rest of the year, without fail, Lurch called my dad Killer.

I heard this story for the first time a few days ago. Turns out Lurch was 20 years old and was trying to get his high school diploma. He needed half of a credit of English. Lurch only lasted 6 weeks in my dad's class...not enough for his diploma. It was after Lurch dropped out that my dad found out he was a known drug dealer. Not incredibly suprising considering the area. So while I enjoyed hearing about the exchange between my dad and Lurch, it still brought home the fact that the students I'll be teaching are coming from a completely different world than myself. It'll be hard in the beginning...I'm a white girl from the suburbs...I don't know anything about their lives...but I'm willing to learn.

We All Deserve...

Happiness. Two days ago, I watched two of my friends get married. I don't know if I've ever seen two people happier than they were. I watched them smile the entire night. It's human nature to look at two people like that and believe that you deserve the same thing. Last week, I was having a conversation with my mom about friendships and relationships. She was telling me about when she and my dad first started dating...he asked her what she wanted and she said, "I want it all." And he gave her everything. And by everything, I don't mean material things. He was always (and has always) been there for her and given her his time and his love. She told me that in any relationship I have and in any friendships I have (because I think the same things that are required in a relationship are required in a friendship) that I deserve to have the other person give me everything. That I deserve to be happy. And she's right...but who am I kidding, my mom is always right. I deserve to have what my two friends have, what my parents have...happiness. That's what it all boils down to...being happy. I know that when I find myself in situations where I'm not happy (whether it be an unequal friendship or even a crappy job) that I have to get out...I have to realize it's not good for me and it's not what I deserve.
I wanted to put these thoughts into words because I know I'll be more likely to believe them. Everyone deserves happiness...so if you're not getting it...step back, figure out why, and change it.

Just a short list of things that I turn to when I need a little happiness:

Family (they double as comedians...my dad especially...best impersonator...EVER)

Music (my go to songs right now...Andy Grammar "Keep Your Head Up" and Jessie J "Price Tag")

Exercise (I know what you're thinking...UGH! But as someone who is finally getting back into the swing of running, a good run is the best way for me to get a clear head...and a clear head, is a happy head!) 

Russell Brand (his British accent and crazy hair get me every time)

Pictures (takes me back to truly happy moments)

Friends (it's amazing what an hour of talking and few a drinks can do)

The First of Many

So here it goes....
I decided to finally join the blogging world. I'm starting my student teaching in the fall and I wanted to take the time to document the moments I have with my students so I'll remember them. I'm going to be teaching Biology to freshman at Wyandotte High School in August....go ahead, laugh, or say "Oh...honey" For those of you that don't know Wyandotte is an urban high school in Kansas City, Kansas. Me and the word urban don't go together, but I requested an urban district for my first semester of student teaching, so I got what I wanted.

On Thursday, I went to visit my teacher and see the school and classroom I'll be teaching in. When I left I had a this huge mix of emotions. At first I was excited...my mentor teacher is great and he'll be an awesome resource and a great role model. Then I thought about the classroom layout....what have I gotten myself into? I want to teach science, and this is not a science classroom. Maybe it was by Wyandotte standards, but by Amanda standards it was definitely not a science classroom. I must have been spoiled after seeing my mom's classroom (she's also a science teacher) but boy oh boy what did I get myself into? But I try to always look at the positive.....so here it is



The building is beautiful! Don't tell me you wouldn't love teaching in a building that looks like that! There are fireplaces in the main entrance by the office (my dad tells me they actually light them in the winter...he used to teach English at Wyandotte) and all of the bathrooms have original marble....pretty legit. I know this next semester will be totally different than what I'm used to, but I'm going into it with the expectation that I'm going to learn something from the experience EVERY single day.

Alright, now I want to make it known, this isn't just going to be about my student teaching, it's going to be about my other life experiences as well. It's summertime right now and I plan on making the most of it. Postings will probably be pretty sparse during the summer, but expect the ride to get very bumpy starting in August!