Falling in love with some old dead white dude.
It really is what History Teachers do.
But OMG why did I not have a class on President Garfield!!
He is awesome!
I love the way he wrote.
They all wrote so nice "back in the day"
Could be my new Favorite President.
All because of the book Destiny of the Republic. WOW.
Just get the book and see how cool he is!
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
So kinda a long title, but that is where I am at. I have had some problems with "clients" at work. So okay students. . .their parents. . . .
I love what I do all day, but there are times where I feel far less than capable, and it gets hard when no one ever says "yeah you are a good teacher!"
T-rex does not have advice to help this. He always ends it with "Eh, I just don't let that bother me anymore"
That does not help!! Do you know what would help. . . Chocolate, a nap, some flowers, tickets for everyone who annoys me. . . .You know the things like that.
OHHH but I better not joke about that. . . .or anything .. .. I wish everyone had a cop's idea of funny. It would make things much easier if no one would get offended.
Oh and I bet it is easy to let things go when you know if it gets really bad you CAN give a ticket, or something. . .But that is just a theory.
I need this for like all Life things!!
Sunday, August 21, 2016
How to get stuff done when your cop is sleeping during the day:
2. Eat cake and watch bad TV (on low volume)
3. Take a nap
4. Turn into that person who vacuums at 10pm
5. Dream of day shift
6. Find out Day shift also stinks (I had the whole bed to myself!!)
We rotate shifts here, and there are good and bad to all of them. On Nights I do love the bed to myself, I am a night person. But I also hate that he is not home, that I cannot make sure T-rex is okay.
On Days I could get things done around the house or whatever. I also know what time he should be home and we can eat together. I have to share my bed! He snores. The Dogs want to sleep with him.
I would say that my least favorite shift is Mids. He goes from 1:30-1:30. What the heck!! No meals together, No bed time together, no seeing the kids after school, and when did he really get home?! Then he sleeps all day. It is an evil shift. I hate mids.
I lied, there is not good and bad to all of them, One of them is a dumb shift that I hate.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
It is easy to get caught up in the slow pace of the small town. A place where a DUI, some kids at a party, and cow calls are a busy day. There is a feeling of no worry, if the officer is late getting home it is because he was talking with the guys at the office, not because something happened that he now has to deal with.
I cannot lie, most days are clam. But even after all the deaths, parties, DUIs, fights, and so on T-rex has had to deal with, we had a new one. A chase. I don’t know what it is about this area, but people actually think they can run?! A chase scares me. Just NO. I don’t want it to happen. It seems like nothing good can come out of going 80mph on a dirt farm road.
At the end of the day the other officers congratulated T-rex for making it into his first chase. I did the only thing I could. I told him No.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
I don’t think it ever does get any easier. Perhaps it even gets harder with time. The bew bew bew sound of the radio alarm goes off with a painful cry. The kiss goodbye almost feels ere, not comforting. This was the first early morning call out in our small town after the many police shootings in our nation. This was the first in our small town where the suspect had a gun. This was the first I overheard what was happening. I liked it better when the officers were called on their phone. This also was going to take place just two blocks over. I remind myself that the town is so small, everything is just a few blocks over. I remind myself that the call was going happen if I heard it or not, and now I was able to help pull out boots. I remind myself that gun are not bad. I remind myself that a kiss goodbye happens on good days. I remind him to put a vest on. I remind him I love him.
Outside my window I can hear more and more of our officers running to the danger. I know he is not alone. I know that good will prevail today, at any cost. It is that cost I am sick of paying. It feels deeply personal every time an officer pays that price. It is my family. It is a person who would do anything to keep me safe. We have already paid too much, our blue family may come home, but it is never over.