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8 days ’til Christmas. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

How I love the holidays. I grew up in Southern California so when it snows for Christmas it’s a true joy. When we were growing up, it only snowed once and I remember putting snowballs in the freezer. I remember Californians complaining because it never quite felt like Christmas because it was hot outside. In southern California at Christmas time you can actually see candy apple red convertibles with a Christmas tree in the back seat driving along the coast with the sand and waves in the background. You can also get married in Las Vegas in a drive thru by someone dressed up as Elvis but that has nothing to do with Christmas in Italy.

Where was I? Italy. Oh yeah, I forgot. All this snow must have went right to my brain and I’m not even blonde. That’s a joke for you sis.

Christmas in Italy

Nine days left and counting. If you read my about Julie page above you would have seen that I’m a special aids AND English teacher. I teach English at one middle school and am a special aid’s teacher at another. When I’m in the classroom, I have two roles, I’m either teaching or helping. When I’m teaching I’m pretty easy going. I like to tease my students and tell them I’m 70. They don’t know. They tell me I look great for being 70. Then when I tell them my real age they still look a little quizzed because I think anything over 15 to a 12 year old is considered old. 20-40-70, who really cares. I don’t. It’s how we feel inside, right?

Playing with the Kids

I also like to tell them that there is a quiz today. They never seem to get that joke but I like it. Today I was not the teacher but I was the helper and I think I like that role best. It’s sort of hard to understand your position in the class because as you sit and listen to the lecture you start to think you are a student too. My math teacher friend teaches an 85 year old woman.

I highlight my student’s books and take notes for them. Then, I have to try to explain what I’ve learned to the kids. I’ll make them copies or whatever it takes to get them prepared for their ‘interrogation’.

Interrogation is a common practice in Italy. What it means is that instead of having a written exam the teacher asks each kid orally what was supposed to be learned. For example in Geography the teacher might as an open ended question about China saying Talk to me about China. That’s a BIG subject but basically it can be broken down into it’s physical characteristics, the climate, the government, the resources, the people, the culture and traditions.

When you work with special kids you have to make it simple if you can.

Around the holidays a lot of teachers just do normal lessons. I like to organize Christmas parties. I grew up with a Christmas party and I think it is good that the kids have one too. My five year old had his party today and I got to have a peek at the magic that lies behind the walls of a kindergarten.

Christmas Magic

Close your eyes and imagine this beautiful story book scene. It’s snowing outside, you park in front of the school. The kids are bundled up like Eskimos. Watch them as they put their little feet in the snow for the first time. They have to touch it. You worry that they are going to have wet shoes. The teacher has written everyone a note the day before that the kids should all wear red or white tops and dark bottoms for the Christmas party because Santa is coming.

I dropped off my five year old today and I stopped for a second that I wished was a lifetime to see about 20 little angels going about their angel making projects that included little fairies with sparkles and glue. Then cookies. And then I have to go.

I go to work that I love. Second period I sub and we make paper snowflakes. They look great on the window with the snow falling. In English we sing the song by Black Eyed Peas in English called I Got a Feeling. I’m happy to translate the lyrics. I help the new girl follow along. She’s sweet.

I finish teaching and I go to the teacher’s lounge where the math teacher has his guitar out and is playing beautiful music. Life is good. Life is certainly good.

Thank you for visiting. I’m overwhelmed that I’ve had so many visitors. Thank you.

Have a great day and feel free to leave a comment. I’d like to know what your schools or jobs are doing for the holidays. I see some of your pictures on facebook but I like the stories.

Julie

Getting the words on the page and out of your mind. Blog it.

One thing I tell my students is the importance of word choice. I’ll clarify. Let’s suppose that the only thing that is exists is this moment right now your eyes scanning this page. Do you expect from me to write something uplifting and helpful or the opposite? Notice that when I wrote opposite I chose a positive word.

That is what I call word choice. 

The road to positive thinking is a like a rose. It’s spring after a long winter of rain and wind and the sun has come out. It has spines to protect itself but look how pretty and fragrant. If you get close enough you will see the petals have built upon themselves to make a whole. Look closely.

I wrote recently in my facebook post that I’m becoming sappy these days. I cry when I see little fat baby hands in strollers. I am moved because God is great. God is Good. I look at the baby hands in the strollers and I think about my son’s hands. He’s eight. He has the most delicate little hands. I wish I could be like my mom and sculpt his little hands into clay to remember them always. But will the clay show the fleshy color and the blood that flows through them? Will the sculpture capture the sweetness of the essence that surrounds them?

I want those hands to stop growing. I want those hands to grow into a man. I want. I want nothing. I am. I am here and I am here now thankful for God’s many blessings.

I think the best teacher is the one who learns from her students. When I first started teaching English to Italians I would say ‘this is a … fill in the blank’. They would all contribute their Italian guesses to whatever it was and I was given at least two new words for every word I gave to them. Now that’s what I call compound interest. 

If I went in America I for a day, I could write a book about how different it is than Italy. If I went there for a month, I would write a nice article. If I went for a year I wouldn’t write anything at all. What I am trying to say is that the longer I have lived in Italy the fewer the differences I find between the two countries.

You know what I love? I love how people are willing to laugh. They are like kids just waiting. I want to laugh. I want to laugh with you now. I want to make you smile. I want to enrich your life some how today now in this moment.

When I wrote my post about inspiration a few days ago I got the best response from my best friend. I asked her if it was ok to publish and she said yes. Here’s what she wrote:

It’s the actual “act” of doing that makes that individual feel amazing and accomplished no matter what the task may be.  It’s the voice we hear when we are alone and need encouragement and support.  It’s the gift of a bestfriend who truly believes in you no matter what the circumstances are, It’s the tried and true method when one is alone and feels defeated, that a single voice or memory triggers the adrenaline and skyrockets the individual to find the strength to get up and try again. 

I am lucky. I want to know who is someone special in your life. How have they positively influenced you? I think we can all agree it is thanks to a special friend, a parent, a grandparent or teacher that we have all gotten where we are today. Today let’s count our blessings and look for positive words to enhance our lives.

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