Hope that guy is right...

(Post by Tracy)

Just got home from school. Took a "short cut" through the neighborhood behind us to avoid some traffic. Noticed a few cop cars parked along the street near our local park. Park filled with kids and people as usual. Continued driving. Noticed more cop cars - not doing much, just parked. Continued to our street. Noticed a motorcycle cop and another cop car. Turned onto our street, into our driveway. Heard a helicopter overhead, circling... Circling... Circling...

Started to become slightly concerned. Missing kid? Bomb threat? Murderer on the loose? (Hoped these were not the case because -1: they would be horrible, and 2: all the cops in the cars were kinda, just, sitting there...)

Turned on the local news. Started an online search. After a little Googling, hit a search result for "How do I find out why a helicopter is circling around my house?" Perfect. Found the phone number to call for the Air Support Division of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Man answered. Asked him my quesiton. He asked my location. Told him.

"Movie helicopter. They're filming a movie."

Tom's response via text message: "Well, I guess you can unlock the doors and unlock the windows then."

It's Time.

(Post by Tracy)

Time for what? Time for me and Tom to try out our local YMCA.

We were really great about running while we lived in Milwaukee. We were also very lucky to have a nice workout room in our apartment building, equipped with 2 treadmills that both had their own TVs. Even more, we had a beautiful, peaceful running/biking path within walking distance. We were spoiled.

Then we moved, and you'd think with the warm weather that it shouldn't have been hard to create and stick with a new running routine. But it was. The days (surprise!) still get short in the winter here, even though the weather stays warm (well, it was a surprise to me), and the sun set well before Tom got home from work. We also weren't sure exactly where to run. The list of excuses goes on, but the result was, nonetheless, that we weren't (aren't) running or working out at all, and I didn't (don't!) like that.

Exercise is important to me. I feel different when I regularly exercise. I sleep better, I eat better, I am happier with myself and my body is happier. But I had this great conversation with Morgan Thursday night and afterwards I also realized, my mind is happier when I exercise.

Morgan is reading Eat, Pray, Love, and we were talking about meditation. I've tried (and failed at) meditating before (a blog post for another day), but I still think there's something to it. Morgan expressed similar sentiments, and so we were dissecting what exactly meditation is. Morgan felt like she just couldn't do it either, but I was saying that trying to get to a meditative state is probably half the practice of meditating. I asked her if she's ever done something that feels trance-like, like reciting memorized prayers or zoning out while running or grading papers (just kidding). I said that sometimes when I'd be swimming laps, I'd be swimming, swimming, swimming and then in my mind think to myself Oh, I'm on lap 12? without even realizing I had gotten to lap 12. Not that I was asleep while I swam those laps, but just that my mind wandered until it sort of ... shut down ... until it came back, and I wondered where it had been.

Anyway, in our conversation, I kind of realized this might be my form of meditation. And then, out of nowhere, after 3 years of trying to make it as a runner because it's just so much more convenient, it hit me so hard - the desire to jump in and just swim until my muscles are sore and my body is waterlogged and my head is clear.

I'm hoping our Y has a decent pool and good enough hours so I can get this done. We'll find out this weekend - wish me luck!

I've come a long way, folks.

(Post by Tracy)

This is my fifth year teaching. My first year, I had students who were only 4-8 years younger than me. I remember our "Back to School" day, when I met my first bunch of students and some of their parents. A mom looked at me, said, "You're not old enough to be teaching!! How old are you??" I stammered, thought as fast as I could, and said, "23!" (This is when I first started lying about my age. I added a whopping year, making myself 23 instead of 22. In the brief amount of time I had to think of my answer, my thoughts were 22 sounds too young! and She'll know I'm lying! Ever since that fateful day, I've confused about my age. To illustrate: in November, I turned 27. I had been 26. (Obviously, Tracy, unlike you - we know how birthdays work.) But as soon as I start to think Ok, now I'm 27, my brain jumps to Next is 28. Next thing I know, am I 26? 27? 28? Did I turn 28 and soon I'll be 29? The differences are subtle, I know, and so was the difference between 22 and 23 - but really, 23 does sound older, right?)

Well, anyway, I want you to know that I'm moving up in life. Lying about my age to make me seem older is apparently no longer a necessity. Swinging the pendulum, if you will. No doubt the change from "Miss" to "Mrs." moved this along. As I was responding to a parent's email this morning, I wrapped it up with a cheery "Have a good weekend." He replied, thanking me for my email, and polished it off with:

"Happy Mother's Day."

And no, he doesn't know something you guys don't.

Sum- Sum- Summertime

(Post by Tracy)

It's definitely that time of year again. Spring break is now behind us. The days are noticeably longer. Quintessential summer songs are playing on the radio. Things like "locker clean out day" are visible on the monthly calendar. Countdowns are announced in class. All the weekends in June, July and August are filling up with plans.

Summer is right around the corner!

I am feeling the exact excitement, squirrelly-ness and anxiousness that I feel each year, which surprised me a little: I had previously thought that the origin of these feelings was the warm weather appearing (finally!) at some point in April, after a long and cold Midwestern November-March. But here I am feeling it again, and the weather has gotten warmer, but mostly just going from 70's to 80's. Maybe there's just something ingrained in the student and teacher psyche, a switch that is triggered when the mind decides that summer is finally close enough again that it's worth looking towards and counting down to.

At the same time, I do recognize at least one unique spark to these feelings this year. It was exactly a year ago that I was out here for my interview and then returned home to get a phone call with a job offer. Remembering that time throws me back into the excitement of last end-of-the-school-year-time. I love Milwaukee as a city and as a place to live, but after deciding last March that I was not returning to that school for another year, the prospect of starting again somewhere new was so refreshing, scaring but very exciting. The anticipation of a new adventure with my new husband in a new city was thrilling. Add to that the emotions I felt during my interview and time on campus at this, my new school - the thought that I could really see myself teaching here, belonging here and being happy here. So as I've walked around campus this week, I'm thrown back into those feelings as well. And I feel so happy that it has worked out how it has.

And with that, I'll leave you with this:

Official countdown: 18 more school days! (not including 3 days of finals) until summer!