Tuesday, August 13, 2013

No school teacher has EVER had a former student return to say a standardized test changed his or her life. ~Joe Martin a.k.a. The Educator Motivator

Laying in bed tonight, a million thoughts going through my mind after a few recent posts on facebook.  The first, a post written by a fellow blogger...why teaching is so doggone hard.  A glimpse of a day in the mind of a teacher.

It took me back, to my first year of teaching...from the excitement and nerves to our class name and motto...to a time where collaboration of class songs and raps brought us together as a school family, where there was respect for each other and trust among one another, where working together brought success for the entire team, where building on each others strengths taught each of us something new and where class meetings helped us understand and accept each others differences. It wasn't always about passing this test or that.  It was learning about the world and how to be your own person in it.  It was challenging yourself to step out of your comfort zone, to set a goal, to reach for it, and to give it your all...all the time.  My classroom was ALWAYS about working as a team, and me...the teacher...I was a member of that team.

It's crazy to me how much it has changed in just six short years.  Daily, I'm reading posts from some of the greatest teachers I know...teachers who are giving 110% and sometimes more, yet leave their classroom feeling defeated each day.  These teachers are having emotional breakdowns, doubting their ability, questioning whether they chose the right path.  And the workload continues to rise!  Expectations keep getting higher. There is more and more emphasis put on posting and teaching standards and objectives while less focus is being put on teaching life and social skills, something many children are desperately in need of.

Many people have asked me what it's been like not to return to the classroom this year.  I'll be honest, I miss those first years; the warm fuzzies, the peaceful spray, the cozy corner, the calming music, my team, but most importantly...the joy I felt when I walked into my classroom each and every day knowing that, together, we were going to learn something new.

That's what it's about...why we all got into the profession in the first place.  Ask any teacher, when we get to teach...and I mean REALLY TEACH, no stress, no worries...it's so rewarding!  Kids are actively engaged and interested in the moment.  There are "a-ha" moments and smiles, kids stepping out of their comfort zone, questions being asked, and conversation being had.

It's hard to explain, but it's so easy to get caught up in what everyone else is telling you; what you need to work on, how to be more effective, ideas to increase your score on the rubric from a 3 to a 4.  Seriously, I could go on and on.  We, as teachers, strive daily to be the best.  So we naturally seek perfection in all of these areas.  And because administration, the media, political "experts" have become so focused on test scores, we rely on each other for praise, acknowledgement, encouragement, and often ideas for becoming "better" teachers.


Another facebook post was the video of Ashton Kutcher's speech to America's youth at the Teen Choice Awards. He speaks of opportunities in the form of work, encourages them to use their head and be smart, and shares a message he learned from Steve Jobs about building a life you are proud of.  If you haven't seen it, please watch it here.

Our future generations need to hear more messages like this.  They need to hear speakers like Marcus Luttrell and know of the sacrifices that others have made so that we may have the freedoms we do today. They need to be guided toward their passion and encouraged to learn more about it. They need to be shown what it looks like to set a goal, to work hard, and to build a life to be proud of.

I'm no expert, but I'm fairly certain this is the least effective way to teach children what that looks like: watching utterly exhausted teachers, drowning in paperwork, dealing with anxiety over plans and observations, feeling guilty about the giant to-do list...still giant after coming in early and working late, trying to find balance between work and home, and constantly worrying about EVERYTHING!

Hoping to positively contribute in some way to this mess...

For now, please make sure you thank your teachers <3  







Monday, August 12, 2013

Just keep smiling...Just keep smiling...Just keep smiling, smiling, smiling :-)

The past few weeks have been extremely busy!  A good thing for a girl chasing her dreams :-)  I haven't really had much time to sit and write, another item on my "fear-less" list.  So this post will be just that...my thoughts.

I'm feeling so much joy in daily life; the time at home with my family, meeting new people, swapping stories with fellow artisans, being "allowed" to think creatively and apply that to my craft.  So much to be thankful for and so many people to thank! <3 

This morning I spent most of my time on the phone with insurance companies...blah!...trying to get things in order for the switch from one to another.  I've been feeling REALLY nervous about my upcoming cardiology appointment at the end of the month.  Probably could stand to read through my book a few times as I seem to have let my mind wander to the "what-if" places.  I'm also feeling extremely bummed that the new insurance won't allow me to continue to see my current doctor (unless I pay out of pocket...which we would never be able to afford!), but I am certain there is a reason for this and am hopeful it is God's way of leading me to the best doctor out there for my condition.

I will be praying for that doctor and for peace in my decision.

It's funny how much your life changes when you begin changing things in your life.  As I've began taking on new adventures, trying new things, stepping out of my comfort zone...I have become more confident as a person, a mom, a wife, a business woman...what?!?  It still seems hard to believe that just a few years ago this was all "just a dream", something I'd like to do 'someday'.  And now I'm in it...I'm living it...'EVERYDAY'!

I'm anxious to share about my experience at the Patriot Tour and hope to have my thoughts together to do so tomorrow.  Just can't say enough about this group of people...wow! <3

Hoping to create some wonderful memories this week :-)  And that you will too!

Keep Smiling :-)



Friday, August 9, 2013

Still can't believe this is actually happening!?!

This is Bizzy!!!


"Bizzy began her life carrying books so, we are excited to feature this children's book written by a local educator/author. We have invited Nicole Osborne to hold a book signing at Bizzy's launch." 

I am thrilled to be joining such a fabulous group of local artisans!  And to be adding There's SomeTHING in My Basement to Bizzy's shelves!  Tune in to Indy Style Wednesday, August 21st to hear more about the exciting launch of Bizzy!  Then join us Friday and Saturday, August 23rd and 24th at Altum's in Zionsville to see all she has to offer!  

Thankful for these wonderful opportunities and the support of so many as I continue to follow my dreams :-)
Love you all~

Monday, August 5, 2013

It's been busy around here!!!


Whew!  Been a busy few days and I haven't really had time to sit down and write much.  I just HAD to share these pictures from a day on Mass Ave last week!  It was a gorgeous day and we had sooooooo much fun!!!

God is definitely working in my life! <3  I am so thankful and happy :-)

I'll be sharing more on the blog later.  Here's to a great week!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

My fun-filled (and fear-less) weekend!

We had such a fun-filled weekend!
It started Friday evening as our kids took to the streets with decorated bikes for the "Back to School Bike Parade"!  So many fun activities, including crab races and treats.  Caylee had a blast!  And it was so nice to visit with so many great friends!!!  We even ended up bringing two of the little (well one is actually pretty big) crabs home...dun, dun, dun.
We've managed to make a home for them and they seem to be doing well :-)

Saturday was the day we spent downtown and the day Caylee got her ears pierced. That night, we sat around the fire with friends and family, enjoying the most beautiful night.


Sunday was another full day!  We spent the morning with great friends celebrating birthdays.  Activities for the kids included a bounce house, parachute, sand box, and swimming!  What a great party!!!
From there, we traveled to a poolside party for our adorable niece.  She's one! And enjoyed some quiet family time.

But as you can see...it wasn't over yet!  Monday, we took Chad's aunt and uncle, in from out of town, to the lake.  It was THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAY!
And as you can also see, I mustered up enough courage to try something on my "fear-less" list!
I tried to get up on skis!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I was shaking from head to toe (because actually being out in open water ALONE is also another fear of mine) but there I was...getting a few lessons from Chad, talking to myself the majority of the time, and pushing myself out of that comfort zone.  It was exciting and scary all at the same time!
The second try ended up being my best...I actually got up out of the water, but couldn't straighten my body up enough to stay up.  I will definitely be trying that again!
I was so proud of myself for tubing, for being the driver for Chad, "the trickster", and for trying something new in the midst of fear.  It was a great feeling and I enjoyed every moment of it!

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

My BRAVE girl!

Our weekend was full of excitement!  After visiting the War Memorial and eating at one of our favorite restaurants, Santorini Greek Kitchen, we headed to the mall.  We were planning on getting Chad some new running shoes and then heading home to enjoy the lovely weather outside.  Funny the way things work out...

Caylee ended up deciding she wanted to get her ears pierced! There were a few seconds of fear and crying, but once it was over, she was so proud of herself for doing it, for being brave...and she couldn't wait to share that with our family and friends.

So proud of my brave girl for feeling the fear...and doing it anyway! :-)


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

"Freedom isn't free"


On November 5th, 1972 my uncle, Sergeant Steven L. Taylor of the United States Army was fatally wounded while serving in South Vietnam.  He was 23. See his full profile here or here.


I never had the opportunity to meet this courageous man, my dad's brother. But this past weekend did visit the Indiana War Memorial downtown where there is a display of his bravery in the Vietnam Museum.


To the right, are pictures of his display, including the flag given to his mother, a picture of him in uniform, letters from the President, and the numerous awards and medals he received for his bravery.






Saturday was such a beautiful day.  We walked around the city a bit, being silly, and then met family to tour the Memorial.

Each time I enter, my stomach feels a little sick, I get a little nervous, and deep sadness/intense fear starts to creep over me.

It's the place where you are reminded that "freedom isn't free", something easily forgotten by many as we go about our daily lives; but something that is never forgotten for those who continue to live it daily.

After making our way through the entire Museum, I found myself on the steps outside with my beautiful family...the sun shining, the sky a brilliant blue, the clouds white and fluffy, the air fresh and cool. I was so thankful...for all of it. And for the many men and women who made it possible for me to be standing there in that moment. <3


***I wrote the following poem for a high school creative writing class prompt~my found object was Steve's flag***

Flag of Courage
Written by:  Nicole McCauley Osborne


A flag of courage lies,
upon his eternal bed,
as the twenty-one gun salute
rings above their heads.

The unforeseen explosion,
took his life away.
Fighting for his country;
his life he did pay.

The war was almost over.
His term was almost done.
He would soon return home
for his country had won.

But in the darkened silence,
one calm and peaceful night,
a dreadful knock at the door
said he had died in flight.

Another purple heart,
received twice before,
symbolized his bravery
and dedication to the war.

It’s time to say good-bye;
in his bed he must stay.
They fold the flag of courage
and take him away.