Year 17...and counting.

Friday, May 22, 2015
Teachers are such unique creatures.  We are by our very nature always in a state of "goodbye".  I find myself contemplating the oddities that seem to follow the life an average American high school teacher.
We begin each year knowing that the "crop" of kiddos we have are destined and even pushed away from us every day with every assignment, discussion, and class.  We hope that they are making the ever growing leaps in the increase of their knowledge and we, like the "greater fools" hope we have made a difference in their lives in some way.

This year, like all the other years, Fisherman and I have been counting down to TODAY.  Today, we checked out (both literally and mentally) of school for the year.  We were issued our little "sign-off" sheets which include items such as - bookroom clerk signature, department chair signature, computer clean-out signature, classroom clean-up....again, signature.  The last two "signatures" are where we turn in our ID badges and our keys. And so, with paper completely checked off, I ended my 17th year of teaching.
I love what I do.  It bears repeating...I. Love. What. I. Do.  I chose to be a teacher out loud and on purpose.  I did not just fall into teaching.  I most certainly do not approach my classes in that manner.  I passionately, wholeheartedly believe in the youth of society.  Do they mess up from time-to-time?  Do they occasionally make poor decisions? Do they listen to music that makes me want to peel my own ears off?  Do I have to repeat myself in my classroom at least 5 times daily?  Do freshmen know that bringing shaving cream to school just reaffirms to the upperclassmen that they are freshmen...yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes!  And, yet, I love what I do.
Photo: Gary Herron
This year...year 17 I had students in my AP class who obliterated the bell curve with every test.  This year, year 17, I had students who could write so eloquently that I had to examine my own writing, just  to see how I could improve my own.  This year, year 17, I pushed myself to the absolute breaking point and realized that I am continually buoyed by my students and their ability to read a piece of literature wherein every student in the class can (and typically does) have a valid but varied opinion about the topic at hand.  Finally, this year, year 17, I had students that I dearly loved and I said goodbye to them today and they repeated the very same sentiment that has been echoed to me year after year..."Mrs. Seiler, this was by far THE MOST difficult class I have ever taken, but I know I learned more than I ever have, so thank you" {{heart melting}}.

...with miles to go before I sleep,

Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Dearest Family and Friends,

Fisherman and I have been working away and are almost at the end of our first year in Rio Rancho (Albuquerque).  We have had one adventure after another and are so excited to share our newest one – we have made an offer on a house of our own (finally a few roots to a place we belong) and the offer has been accepted by the owners.

We will hopefully close on our house on June 24th and we could not be more thrilled!  Any positive thoughts or good vibes you could send our way for a smooth process for these two weary teachers would be greatly appreciated.

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Our new house is fantastic (or will be when we re-paint)! It sits on one acre with a magnificent view of the Sandia Mountains to the east.  There are raised-bed gardens in the back and a workshop for Fisherman too…or maybe a “she-shed” craft room for me (ha)!

Here is the link to check out the other photos of our new home.

We are so happy to be moving to a place where our neighbors are not “on top of us”, and that has a place where we can hang out outside!  It is a great place and we hope to see you all soon, as our treasured friends and family in our new home.

All of our love,

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