What So Much Depends Upon

We're sitting in history class and professor clicks to the next powerpoint slide.

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

 ~{William Carlos Williams, 1923}

The air is aWkwArD. It feels....

too simple.  Uncomfortably so.

I scan the class from my perch in the back of the classroom, --{I always sit here to survey... I watch.}-- upholstered bucket seats & stadium seating fall in terrace below my lookout.

My eyes stop on slouched basketball star, his hair braided in thick rows.  He frowns at the poem, no doubt unimpressed, re-reading, thinking there must be more.

I shift in my seat, half-waiting for someone to say what we're all thinking.  "Yes..and??"

Lectures on the 1920s & Modernism showcase this period's willingness to "risk a certain amount of incoherence and experimentation in order to challenge preconceived notions of value and order."

Professor says, "I wrote my entire dissertation on this William Carlos Williams poem."

But how to eek out meaning in sixteen words of apparent randomness describing an arbitrary scene? & exactly what "depends upon" it? 

Yet, isn't this a lesson to learn?  This challenging preconceived ideas of beauty, of significance, of ways of life?  Taking each moment as meaningful & each breath as bread?

I feel the moment suspend, one moment of life that I could let pass and forget for it's assumed insignificance. 

In the margin of my notes I scratch down:

so much depends

upon

a brow knit

together

perched on tiered

seating

searching for meaning

in quotidian.

Fudge, Steak, & Pimples

This semester I have a practicum in a second grade classroom four mornings a week.  Since I'm used to 2, 3, & 4 year~olds, these mid-elementary students seem like BIG kids to me!  Nevertheless, they've supplied me with some fun tiny talk snippets!

 {via}

: :  Standing in line waiting to leave the classroom, glasses hanging on the tip of his nose, Boy Ba announces, "I wish I had some chocolate fudge right now!"

You & me both, boy!!

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: :  Returning from our field trip, Girl M spots animals grazing in a distant field.  "I want steak!  Are those horses in that field?  If they're cows, I want to stop and kill one to make my steak."


What a lovely thing for a vegetarian teacher to hear! 

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: :  Boy Br volunteers to turn out the lights so the class can see the SmartBoard projection.  Returning to his seat, he grins at his tablemates, declaring, "My pimples are getting big!!"

He, of course, means "pupils."

{After teaching in the education field for a few years, will I finally stop feeling the urge to laugh at inappropriate comments?  Doubtful.  I just hope & pray no one decides to fart out loud in class.  Student teacher laughing at farts = not a good look.} Linking up with Mary for Tiny Talk Tuesday.

Gifts {139-148}

| Amish apple pie and cinnamon rolls with buttercream icing

| dashing through warm spring rain

| first crocuses of the year

| 2nd graders on picture day

| "That was kinda fun.. working with you," after one-on-one instruction with hard~to~reach boy

| eager raised hands to volunteer answers

| waking up at 8 am & feeling like I slept in

| white chocolate mocha crunch in the morning

| "I miss you" text in the still of night

| dreams, anticipation of summer

And finally, just slipping this in here.

My photo was one among the featured at the Bloom Book Club

at Incourage in this final post of the series.
Five of my munchkins & I are on the second slide.

"The First Bloom (In) Courage Book Club"

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So appreciative and honored to have been a part of reading Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts with a community of readers.

& the counting continues. . . 

Multitude Monday

I try to count and realize I've lost track.  Haven't recorded since. . . Christmas?  I check back and oh, of course -- picking up at 130:

{130}  ..  roadtrip to friend's hometown & shopping weekend

{131}  ..  crackling of spring thaw

{132}  ..  chocolate chip bagel in booth corner

{133}  ..  a moment of quiet in pitch-purple stillness of late night

{134}  ..  speaking with only a gaze

{135}  ..  hilltop view of city lights

{136}  ..  instantaneous connection between stranger {& no longer stranger} and I

{137}  ..  heart~to~heart with young mentee-friend

{138}  ..  stampede of tiny feet, jump-&-cling hugs

Giving thanks with Ann today:

 

Threes About Me

I was looking through my drafts folder and found this little diddy that I wrote several weeks ago but never ended up posting. 

Three names I go by:
1) Miss Leah
2) Leah Bonita
3) Leah Boo

Three jobs I have had in my life:
1) Daycare teacher
2) Babysitter
3) Pianist/violinist for special events

Three places I have lived in the past:
1) Morgantown, WV
2) Grantham, PA
3) Philadelphia, PA

Three favorite drinks:
1) Mocha Crunch Coffee (Java Cooler) from Organic Grounds
2) Cake Batter Shake from Coldstone Creamery
3) Starbucks Mocha Frappuccinos

Three shows I watch:
1) The Bachelor/ The Bachelorette
2) Supernanny
3) What Would You Do?

Three favorite foods:
1) Lentil casserole
2) Arroz con habichuelas rosadas {Puerto Rican rice & beans}
3) Chocolate cake

Three things I am looking forward to:
1) Graduating college w/ degree in elementary education & Spanish
2) Becoming a teacher in inner~city Philadelphia
3) Adopting a child from foster care

Joyful ~ {faces}

This sweet little girl was being feisty, giggling & dodging my camera.  I captured her joyful face in the middle of a side-to-side fake-out.  She's a two year-old of 1,000 expressions.

But of all 1,000
I love to see her joyful
most of all.

Hot Off the Press: Tiny Talk

This week is my spring break, so yesterday I went into the daycare center to visit some of my kiddos!  Truly, whenever I feel as though no one really cares, all I have to do is pop in and love on those little ones.  Getting stampeded upon my entry speaks volumes. : ) ♥


Inevitably, any time I stop in, I'm bound to glean a few tiny talk snippets.  


I was holding little Announcer {not pictured} while we were watching an episode on the Dora DVD that I had bought them for Christmas when I noticed her hair smelled a little....different.  "Announcer, did your mommy spray something in your hair?"

"Yeah." *grin*  "Bug spray!"

Evidently, .....she was getting over lice.  

{A few minutes passed.  This time, Announcer was still on my lap but facing toward me.}

*Huge smile*  "Miss Leah, your earrings are big, big, BIG.  They're bigger than your cheeks!!" she said as she held my hoops to my face.  *Pause*  "But, you DO have big cheeks!!"



Yeah.  I've missed them. ; ) 

Linking up today with Mary's Tiny Talk Tuesday.