I don’t blog on Sundays…..

on February 18, 2008 in Ze Bloggy Goodness with 9 comments by

Unless the rest of the people on the ski trip are playing Mafia. (and it’s after midnight, so OFFICIALLY it’s Monday, just FYI)

Because I hate Mafia. It makes my blood boil and I feel like saying unloving things like, “I know she’s the mafia because she dresses really tacky and always has bad breath!”

And that has nothing at all to do with the game.

So for the safety of the students, I do not play.

I blog. Equally time consuming, hopefully not a emotionally detrimental to the masses. [But maybe.]

I also tube. I don’t ski (remember The Injury?), but I do tube. And I tube on youtube. See for yourself.

Wait a minute, though. Let me preface a few things:
1) Turn your volume up. Because I have no pride.
2) I guess I didn’t realize that I tend to yell when I am traveling at high rates of speed.
3) At the end, I say “dig in!” because I was beginning to slide back down the slope. I did not say a bad word. I promise.
4) Candace was really concerned about the fact that I could have dropped my camera. But let’s be honest, I would not be heartbroken if this thing got busted and I was forced to purchase one that I actually like.
5) We just got in trouble with our hotel neighbors for laughing too loud at this video. Or maybe they were concerned about the volume at which I tube?

Wow. No shame, people. No shame.

The girls in my room have not stopped mocking me- “backwards! backwards!”. Sheesh.

We’ve had a great time. Taking 20 juniors and seniors anywhere is a breeze. Aside from rampant illness and mild injuries, we’ve had zero problems. Note to self: always sign up for youth trips involving older students. Much less stress.

The highlight of my trip has been this.

Backstory: 1997-1998: When I was a senior in high school, I worked at a private elementary school 1/2 day. I was in a second grade class- I adored the teacher and the students. Even as a freshman in college, I took a picture of that class to UGA with me because they made the difference. Yep, if that’s what teaching looked like [by the way, it doesn’t], then there is no question that’s what I want to do.

Modern day: Grace Ann’s boyfriend is along on this trip. They are both seniors, headed to Samford University in the fall. I’ve totally enjoyed getting to know him. So at dinner, we’re just talking. He mentions that he went to Eastside (the school I worked at). I asked him if he was the same age as a kid that was in that 2nd grade class- he says yes.

Suddenly, I pause. I ask, “Tyler, who was your teacher?”

Bingo. Sweet Tyler was in the SAME CLASS that I worked with everyday. 10 years ago.

10 years ago, he played a major roll in my life choice.

10 years ago, I was totally in love with him (and every kid in that class) and probably told stories about him at the dinner table. He probably signed my end of the year gift and I probably cried when I hugged his little boy neck on my last day.

Today, I looked at an 18 year old man as his eyes widened and he said, “I remember you.” And in an instant, his eyes were 8 years old again.

My eyes stung with tears.

There is one song that I have always considered my teaching song. I have sang it and prayed it for every class I’ve ever taught. And the chorus played through my mind as Tyler and I reminisced about that year, the vague and hazy details he remembers, the vivid moments that are in my memory.

I want to leave a legacy. How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough to make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering.
A child of mercy and grace who blessed Your name unapologetically,
And leave that kind of legacy.
– “Legacy” by Nichole Nordeman

As the end of this school year too quickly approaches, also signaling the end of teaching for me (for now), I think God will continue to drop these moments on me. The moments that remind me why I chose this profession in the first place. A hug from a loving little boy who has transformed into a graduating senior. The glimpses of myself in someone’s childhood memory. A completely unexpected gift, handed to me at a table in a Cracker Barrell somewhere in West Virginia. I’m grateful.

Yeah, this has been a great trip.

9 comments

  1. Jake
    posted on Feb 18, 2008 at 4:04 PM  |  reply

    Arghhh!
    I’ve always hated that song, to be honest, but now I CAN’T hate it b/c your story is so wonderful.
    So- HOO-RAY ANNIE. Way to go. Now I can’t automatically change the station when it comes on. You’ve definitely left a legacy here.
    :-)Face

  2. Marie-Claire
    posted on Feb 18, 2008 at 4:08 PM  |  reply

    That video made me laugh so hard at two in the morning, for some reason. Have you seen the tubing video from our trip last year? It makes me laugh every time. I screamed really loud too. Tubing has that effect on people, I guess.
    I wish I could have come with y’all. I love Mafia. And Grace Ann.

  3. Katie B
    posted on Feb 18, 2008 at 5:43 PM  |  reply

    Marie – our tubing adventure was cut short if I recall correctly… I’d rather not remember the 20 min. following it. Ha! And I did say a bad word, I think?

    Annie – I hate mafia too!

  4. KateVonGlahn
    posted on Feb 18, 2008 at 6:02 PM  |  reply

    Um, what bad word, exactly, does “dig in” sound like? I’m perusing my list of stand byes and I’ve got nothing.

    I really love that song too.

  5. Kristi
    posted on Feb 18, 2008 at 6:55 PM  |  reply

    So many comments: (in chronological order)

    1 – I HATE mafia too. I never got it. You’re supposed to LIE. Lie – a game that encourages you to lie. I never got why this was such a huge church/youth group game. No fun.

    2- Your video = hilarious. I didn’t officially crack up until you said “Dig in!” Why say that? Who exactly were you talking to?

    3 – Your story is sweet and I’m glad Grace Ann Tanner has a nice boyfriend.

    4 – Cracker Barrell? Y-U-M. Unfourtunately, we don’t get too many of those in DC…I don’t know why…such a shame. You KNOW the President wants to eat biscuits and gravy while playing checkers on a large wooden barrell.

  6. Marie-Claire
    posted on Feb 18, 2008 at 7:05 PM  |  reply

    Katie- You’re too right. I almost forgot about that. You will probably never let me. But, it made the whole trip much more eventful…right? Someday we will see the good in it. And yeah, you cussed. I wasn’t even mad about it.

  7. ManUtd17
    posted on Feb 18, 2008 at 10:02 PM  |  reply

    That reminded me of the Banana Splits tearing off down those slides in their intro.

    See: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbU5CzPi0zM&feature=related

    I’m not sure that dangit is really a cuss word. But I’ll tell everyone you said “dig in” anyway.

  8. becky
    posted on Feb 19, 2008 at 6:15 AM  |  reply

    you always get the cool, touchy feely stories! no fair.

  9. Katie B
    posted on Feb 20, 2008 at 2:54 AM  |  reply

    Billy P – I’m not sure if you’re a comment response back-checker, but I LOVE the fact that after you saw Annies video, that banana video is what popped into your mind.
    Hilarity.

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