Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Practical Farm Kids
You might teach in a farming community if this is the snow boot of choice to wear to school.
Lost in Life
Sorry it has been so long since I have posted. As the title explains, I have been simply lost in life.
Having a nearly four month old little farm girl keeps me busy. I love her beyond what words can explain. I have had plenty of moments where I have felt like posting, but life just got in the way. I will never apologize for spending more time with Baby Farmgirl though.
As most of you probably know, our school was also busy dealing with a tragedy in November. When you sign on to be a teacher, you know that you are signing up for helping kids deal with all sorts of emotional moments throughout their time in your classroom. Whether it is the loss of a grandparent, divorce of parents or simply the loss of a pet...you learn to say what needs to be said and give the student love and support. In other words, being a teacher has served to somewhat prepare me for being a parent.
One moment I NEVER felt I would deal with, however, was the death of a student in such a tragic situation. I won't go into too many details because there is already enough that has played out in the media, but we lost senior Luke Schemm while he was playing a fantastic football game.
I can't say that I knew him the best. He hadn't taken my class since he was in junior high. But in such a small school you talk to all kids on almost a daily basis just because you see them in the hallways every day.
The day that we arrived at the faculty meeting after hearing the heartbreaking news will forever stick in my mind. It was silent. If you have ever been to a faculty meeting at our school, it is usually full of laughter and teasing. But this day it was just silence. Silence shattered every few seconds by sobs or sniffles of the teachers that were dealing with grief in their own way, while trying to wrap their head around how they would help their own students deal with this very personal grief.
There is so much to take from that day. A lot of sorrow, but I will also remember how we weren't bound by legislation or rules about how to handle the situation. We dealt with it as it came. Whether that meant bowing our heads together and praying as a staff or if it meant praying with or hugging students as the moment required. I have often been so scared to "overstep" boundaries in terms of my faith while teaching. But on this day it was what we needed.
As the first bell rang for the day to begin, students filtered into the auditorium to be addressed by the superintendent. He talked to them as sobbing and sniffling once again filled the room. But as the grief overtook us, he called our attention to the fact that clergy and counselors from all over the area had come to help us through it. As we turned around to where he was pointing, I nearly started crying from what I saw. There was a line of people surrounding all of us in the seats. All of these people had come to help us. Whether they knew us or not, they had taken that time to devote to us. While I fought back the tears, one thought and scripture ran through my mind...
That is what God knew we needed. We didn't necessarily need them to talk to, but we needed to know that they were there if we needed them. HE was there if we needed HIM...which we so desperately did.
I guess I am talking about this now partly so you might understand a little bit more about the situation. More about what it means to be a teacher when you might be so quick to criticize them about low test scores or mistreating your child. More about what it means to be a believer and what it has helped us to get through in the past month.
I'm so thankful to have my Savior with me everyday. And I'm so very thankful that Luke had him also. There is no way to explain how much that knowledge has helped during this time. Heck, Luke is getting to see Him face-to-face. Something I strive for everyday. If I can sum up this entry, it would be by saying this.
Having a nearly four month old little farm girl keeps me busy. I love her beyond what words can explain. I have had plenty of moments where I have felt like posting, but life just got in the way. I will never apologize for spending more time with Baby Farmgirl though.
As most of you probably know, our school was also busy dealing with a tragedy in November. When you sign on to be a teacher, you know that you are signing up for helping kids deal with all sorts of emotional moments throughout their time in your classroom. Whether it is the loss of a grandparent, divorce of parents or simply the loss of a pet...you learn to say what needs to be said and give the student love and support. In other words, being a teacher has served to somewhat prepare me for being a parent.
One moment I NEVER felt I would deal with, however, was the death of a student in such a tragic situation. I won't go into too many details because there is already enough that has played out in the media, but we lost senior Luke Schemm while he was playing a fantastic football game.
I can't say that I knew him the best. He hadn't taken my class since he was in junior high. But in such a small school you talk to all kids on almost a daily basis just because you see them in the hallways every day.
The day that we arrived at the faculty meeting after hearing the heartbreaking news will forever stick in my mind. It was silent. If you have ever been to a faculty meeting at our school, it is usually full of laughter and teasing. But this day it was just silence. Silence shattered every few seconds by sobs or sniffles of the teachers that were dealing with grief in their own way, while trying to wrap their head around how they would help their own students deal with this very personal grief.
There is so much to take from that day. A lot of sorrow, but I will also remember how we weren't bound by legislation or rules about how to handle the situation. We dealt with it as it came. Whether that meant bowing our heads together and praying as a staff or if it meant praying with or hugging students as the moment required. I have often been so scared to "overstep" boundaries in terms of my faith while teaching. But on this day it was what we needed.
As the first bell rang for the day to begin, students filtered into the auditorium to be addressed by the superintendent. He talked to them as sobbing and sniffling once again filled the room. But as the grief overtook us, he called our attention to the fact that clergy and counselors from all over the area had come to help us through it. As we turned around to where he was pointing, I nearly started crying from what I saw. There was a line of people surrounding all of us in the seats. All of these people had come to help us. Whether they knew us or not, they had taken that time to devote to us. While I fought back the tears, one thought and scripture ran through my mind...
"A great cloud of witnesses.."
That is what God knew we needed. We didn't necessarily need them to talk to, but we needed to know that they were there if we needed them. HE was there if we needed HIM...which we so desperately did.
I guess I am talking about this now partly so you might understand a little bit more about the situation. More about what it means to be a teacher when you might be so quick to criticize them about low test scores or mistreating your child. More about what it means to be a believer and what it has helped us to get through in the past month.
I'm so thankful to have my Savior with me everyday. And I'm so very thankful that Luke had him also. There is no way to explain how much that knowledge has helped during this time. Heck, Luke is getting to see Him face-to-face. Something I strive for everyday. If I can sum up this entry, it would be by saying this.
"Don't let this day be wasted. Tell others you love them. Pray to your Lord and Savior. Don't be afraid of what this world will say. It just isn't worth it."
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