Craftapalooza!

I have always felt self conscious about my crafting abilities. You know that girl that makes a nice craft and then wants to add just one more dot, one more swirl, one more petal. And that one little thing goes just a little too far and ends up ruining the craft. Well that has always been me... until today!

A big thanks to the Kinghorn/Ransom/Spurlock/Gutierrez/Shank women for inspiring my inner crafty girl!

 

DMV Slang

Last year I was introduced to a whole new lexicon when I started teaching middle school in the DMV (DC, Maryland, Virginia) area. So in the event that any of my blog readers visit DC, I am providing, as a public service, a dictionary of common DMV lingo, complete with real-life examples. Enjoy!

Bama: A "bama" is kind of like a "punk" or a "loser" or a "fool." It comes from the word Alabama and apparently originally reflected how Alabamans seemd backward to DMVers.

"I'm sick and tired of all these bamas."

Blow: To blow is to annoy or frustrate.

"Ms. K, you're blowin' me!"
"This homework assignment has got me blown!"

Champ: not cool

"That party last night was champ."

Cised: excited, stoked

"I'm cised about the new Wale CD."

Do too much: try too hard, doing more than what needs to be done, "freaking out" or getting overly emotional or upset

"Ms. K is always doin' too much."
"Don't do too much."
"You're doin' too much."

Hungry: Fat

"We all know Joey wants a twinkie cause he's hungry."
"Shut up, you hungry, boy!"

Guh: annoyed/annoying

"You got me guh."
"My mom is so guh."
(After someone does something stupid) "Awww, you guh!"

Jone: joke, tease

"It's not a big deal, I was just jonein'!"
"Oh, so you jonein' now?"
"She was jonein' on me."

Kirk off: freak out

"Ms. K, you better get out of my face before I kirk off and smack you."

Moe: Dude

"Chill out, moe."

Mug: really/a lot

"Ms. K, your teeth are white as a mug!"
"It's hot as a mug in here!"

Pressed: worried, stressed, bent out of shape

"Everybody was tellin me that I should talk with him, but I'm not that pressed."

Real life: for real, I'm serious

"Ms. K, you better get him away from me or I'm gonna smack him, real life."

Sike nah: Just kidding

"Hey, Ms. K, I didn't do my homework... sike nah!"

Thirsty: Bad breath

"Nah, I don't go with that girl. She's thirsty."

Thought it was: "That's what you thought" or "The joke's on you"

Person 1: "Isn't that assignment due tomorrow instead of today?"
Person 2: "Thought it was."

Joy

Today I sat in the car crying with my forehead buried in the steering wheel. I had just read a text message about my grandmother's rapidly declining health.

Despite having a deep belief in eternal families and knowing that I will see her again, I am still sad to lose my grandmother and sad to hear of all the pain she is experiencing.

As I was crying I realized that my grandmother left me a wonderful gift--The Gospel of Jesus Christ. I had just left the temple where the older sisters there had built me up, given me tips about how to make Hawaiian haystacks for a ward activity, shared how they overcame the grief of losing spouses, and invited me to dine in their homes.These sisters will never replace my grandmother, but in a way act as surrogate grandmothers and examples for me.

Thank you, grandma, for passing on your love for Jesus Christ and those around you. Thank you for showing me how to be strong when things are difficult. Thank you for believing in me.

Thank you for teaching me what it means to be a Joy.

{For an inspiring, hopeful treatment of death, please read this talk titled "He is Risen!" by President Thomas S. Monson.}

Book Review: The Power of Everyday Missionaries

The Power of Everyday Missionaries is the latest book by Mormon author, businessman, and professor, Clayton Christensen. I read it as part of a book club over a period of three months. In it, Christensen discusses various ways Latter-day Saints can share the gospel with those around them.

Favorite Parts:

• Inspiring true stories. In this book, Christensen shares many true and recent stories about members sharing the gospel. He shares success stories and stories where the success is not immediately evident (I say this because we may not always know the long-term effects of our efforts). I loved that so many of the stories were from his own life. As I read them, I felt like if he had personally experienced so many of those things, the expectation to share my beliefs was something attainable for me.
• Practical, everyday tips. So many of the tips that Christensen offers involve only minor lifestyle changes. If we can make these adjustments (that feel so attainable) we can open the door to greater possibilities for missionary work.
• A good review of the doctrine. Christensen addresses some important points of doctrine and reminds us about the foundations of conversion.
• No excuses given. Christensen does not make excuses for our feears or apprehensions about sharing the gospel. 
• Encouragement to be innovative. We are encouraged to come up with solutions that match the needs of the area where we live. We are reminded of revelation and the fact that we are stewards over our own lives (and for church leaders, our own areas) and can be guided to help people come unto Christ in new and innovative ways. 

Who this book is for:
This book is for members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who have testimonies of Christ and want to share it with others. It would be good for returned-missionaries and those who have not served a mission. I especially recommend it for those who have a strong desire to be better missionaries but are scared to share their beliefs or are stuck on trying to figure out more ideas about how to be member missionaries.

Excerpts:
After sharing several examples of church units that were able to build a successful missionary program, Christensen writes:

"Each of these members and leaders were entrepreneurs in Zion. They rightly assumed that the power was in their hands to bring to pass much righteousness... The programs of the Church are designed to leave room for a great deal of individual initiative and personal guidance."

To learn more about the book, please visit the website www.everydaymissionaries.org

Finding Common Ground

The seventh graders were going crazy in the hallway. Twelve of them were jumping up and down the stairs, running, hitting, pushing, grabbing, and screaming. In the midst of it all, one young man stood out to me. He was taller than the others with a caramel complexion and a gray kufi on his head. Saying, "Where do you all need to be?" in an authoritative voice sent most of the twelve scattering, but he continued relaxing on the stairs.

"And where do you need to be?"

"I'm supposed to be in class, but I'm waiting for somebody."

"Hmmm... Young man, what does that cap on your head mean?"

"Uhhh... well it is for my religion. It's supposed to set me apart."

"I'm glad you said that. I knew what your cap represented before I asked you because it does set you apart. I can relate. I also wear a reminder of my faith and I know what it means to hold yourself to a higher standard. It means that even if every other person in this school isn't doing what they're supposed to be, you and I have to have higher expectations for ourselves and do what's right because that is what we have chosen. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can. I'll go to class."

Forty-five seconds after the our conversation began, the young man turned around and walked straight to his class.

This happened two weeks ago. On Wednesday, I was walking down the hallway with a large, heavy bag of papers to grade. This young man saw me and offered to help carry my things to the car.

Conversations like ours build respect and understanding. They are what can truly mold a young person's character. I am thankful for my faith and the expectation it places on me to live my life according to high standards, God's standards. I am grateful for other people of faith and how we can hold each other accountable when we are weak.

On leaving this world early

G has always been one of my favorite students in the building. Last year I would stop by and talk with his group of friends while they waited for their after-school program to start. They are a small, close-knit, loving group of friends and they warmly welcomed me as a brand-new teacher to their middle school world.

Today the social worker asks me to interpret for a visit to his home and I immediately accept. But first, they say, we need to have a meeting with all of his teachers together.

At this meeting they tell me that G will be coming back to school on Tuesday after being absent for almost two months due to health concerns. Then they say that his life expectancy is less than a month and they don't expect him to live to his next birthday. They help us to come up with a plan for our classes in the event that he passes away during our class. He, they inform us, does not yet know that he is dying.

It is all so sudden. I am not expecting this. It is deeply poignant to hear that a child is dying. My heart clenches up and for a moment I cannot feel anything except shock. When I recover from this, I am still speechless as the meeting progresses.

An hour later a substitute is covering my class and I am in the home with G and his mother. I see the look of sadness on her face. I see her trying to be strong, knowing that she is privy to information she must share with him, but perhaps not feeling confident that she is capable of telling him.

Death.

I have no concerns about G's eternal welfare. He is one of the most sincere, consistent, caring, and loving children I have met. I feel peace, yes, but also a profound sadness. I'm sad that the earth will no longer have this beautiful soul that we so desperately need.

So just as Jesus when Lazarus died, I am weeping. I know that this weeping will not last forever and it certainly will not overpower my hope in the Resurrection, but in honor of a beautiful child and what he adds to the world, I weep.

For an inspiring, hopeful treatment of death, please read this talk titled "He is Risen!" by President Thomas S. Monson.

Thank you

Today a student was struggling to put his answer on paper. He knew the answer. I knew that he knew it. He knew that he knew it. But he just could not commit to it enough to write it, even in pencil, on his paper. I knew that he wanted to write it and move on; he just needed that extra push.

My natural inclination:  "You have ten seconds to write an answer down on your paper."

You taught me that my natural inclination can be bossy and off-putting.

Thanks to you, I paused before speaking. "You have the answer inside of you. I can tell. Why don't you write down your best guess?"

A softer touch was what he needed.