A Field Trip WORTH Taking



My husband and I are both involved in public education. At one time, we both worked as teachers; now, I remain a classroom teacher, but my husband has moved on to serve as a director of technology/technology integrator. However, we are both very passionate about education and how it impacts children, especially our own. As educators, we both see the value of field trips, as long as they tie in to the curriculum being taught to students and contribute to the learning of students. So, when our 4th grader brought home a permission slip to attend a baseball game during the educational day, we both questioned the educational value of the trip. No reasonable explanation could be given, and no curricular connection could be made. WAIT….the connection was this: it was EDUCATION DAY at the ballpark. In our minds, that was not suitable justification, so we took matters into our own hands.


From the time that our 9-year-old had been 4, her passion centered around pandas. My husband and I discussed what we could do rather than send her to the ballgame. It was decided that my husband would use a personal day to journey to D.C. with our daughter so she could meet Bao Bao, the baby panda residing inside the National Zoo walls. It was the best decision we could have made.


Before leaving for the trip, my husband created an assignment for our daughter. He told her to select 3 to 4 animal for her focus. She would take her ipad mini on the trip in order to collect as many photos and videos as she could. Upon returning home, she would create an ibook and an imovie featuring her trip and the many photos and videos she captured. Not only did she meet Bao Bao, but she was in for a special treat: six lion cubs were also living at the zoo.


When I finally caught up with her that night at swim practice, she was so excited to share her day with me. She gushed over the baby panda and all the other animals she encountered. Additionally, it just so happened that a panda trainer was on site providing interviews at certain times for anyone interested. My daughter interviewed the trainer and learned a great deal about working with pandas. Her intervie is documented on her ipad mini. Although she’s only a 4th grader, she now knows what courses are required for becoming a panda trainer/caregiver. She would have to study biology and offer at least a year of free internship services. She was also told that working with exotic animals would offer a better chance of obtaining a job working with pandas, a job that does not require relocation to China.


So, our child could have attended a baseball game with her classmates. Some classmates chose not to go on the fieldtrip. They remained behind and spent the day in scattered classrooms throughout the school. If you talk to any of the students in her grade level—either those who attended the game or those who stayed behind– and ask what was learned, I doubt their answers would match those of our daughter. Not only did she create a photo album and an imovie, but she is also planning to enter several of her panda photos into the technology digital photo show hosted by her school district each year.


Field trips can be a great asset to the educational process if they contribute to a student’s learning. However, fun field trips, in our opinion, should be reserved for summer time. My husband is a baseball aficionado, so we travel to many ballparks over our summer vacation. The zoo trip was a phenomenal experience for our child. Bao Bao will only be a baby for so long, and after a certain amount of time, baby pandas must be returned to China.


We made a personal choice for our child, and we could not be happier. Reminds me of one of my favorite Robert Frost poems, “The Road Not Taken.” The two roads diverged in the yellow wood, and the speaker chose the one less traveled by. According to the speaker, that choice made all the difference in his life. The less popular choice certainly paid off for our family as well.




Well, I have done it. I’m not sure how great my novella is, but it is out there on the Apple iBooks store. Below is the title of my book; actually, it is a novella.

The 100 Club: Not All Clubs Are Worth the Membership

by Deidei Vert


I wrote this story based on a true social media crisis that hit a rural school in my local community. Social media is so much a part of our lives; however, the youth of today do not fully realize the impact of their technological decisions, well, not until, that is….it’s too late. I try to explain to my own children and my students that nothing they post online is ever truly private, and nothing ever completely disappears. I wrote this story in hopes that young people would read it and realize how real the dangers of social media can be. We shall see how it goes.





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  1. FOCUS ON THE START of your essay. A title for your work may only pop into your head halfway through your writing or even after the piece is finished. That is fine; however, all written works should feature a title, set up according to the paper guidelines provided for you. Right after your title comes the first paragraph, also known as the introduction paragraph. An introduction paragraph is key to any essay; it is the hook, the writer’s way of gaining reader interest and curiosity. Be imaginative and creative. Do not forget, however, to also include a thesis statement. Without a well-constructed thesis statement, any essay will flop. The thesis statement is the main idea of your entire work, the backbone that holds your writing together.
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  1. DO NOT LOSE FOCUS as you write. Always stay on topic by referring back to your thesis statement periodically as you write. If you find yourself straying from your topic, go back and read over your thesis statement in order to remind yourself of the goal for your paper. What are you trying to prove in your writing? What do you want the reader to take away from your writing?
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I’m Really Glad I Didn’t Grow Up in a Social Media World: My TOP 10 LIST OF IMPORTANT INTERENET TIPS TO TEACH YOUR KIDS


Think about kids today; every move they make is traceable if they are a part of any social media and if they post pictures and comments. Now, I was in no way a rebel as a child or teen, but in my college days, I will admit, I did some things I would not want posted for the world to see. It is so difficult trying to teach the youth of our generation that nothing is truly private, and once something is posted, it is posted for life, whether you delete it or not.


For the past 4 years, I have been a media specialist/computer skills technology teacher. Part of technology instruction included teaching about internet/online safety. I went over so many crucial components with my students who were in grades 3-5, and they swore to me that they never participated in any of the actions that we discussed. However, what they did not realize is that I have a child going in to 5th grade and one approaching 8th grade. Unlike some parents, my husband and I are Instagram stalkers. So, when those kids would swear up and down that they did not post private information, I had to just nod, knowing that sharing my true knowledge would incriminate one of my own children. When I was growing up, it was bad enough that everyone knew my parents and were more than happy to report my every move to my parents. Kids of today are even more vulnerable, but not only to their parents, but also to predators of the dangerous kind. Below I am going to share some of my tips that I used with my students. Some of them took my advice to heart, and some of them said that if their parents were okay with their online behavior, it was none of my business. That was in deed true. I respect every parent’s decision, so please do not take what I write as a criticism. Some kids are more mature than others and can handle more online freedoms. Also, some parents are very vigilant. On the other hand, I had parents who refused to even purchase one technological device for their children. So, as I am saying, it is a matter of personal choice and parenting style. My tips are merely suggestions. Until I started teaching internet safety, even I overlooked some of the items I am going to mention.




This tip is true for kids and adults alike. I would always tell my students, “Do not wear t-shirts that display your team names. People can search your area and seek you out. Do not take pictures of yourself in front of your house with the house number on the door and the street sign visible on the corner.” I would always have at least one or two children raise their hands to tell me that their parents do this, so it must be okay. I would simply tell them to just be careful. I also cautioned them about taking group photos in front of their school, photos that displayed the school’s name. You can never be too careful. I know that Instagram features many apps that can be used to alter or dress up photos. For example, my daughter would use an Instagram app to place a smiley face or flower over a tee that displayed her team name or location. I am not implying that the photos cannot be posted, I am simply suggesting safety.



I always instructed my students to use made up names when signing up for online gaming services. When my own children sign up for sites, they use either my birthday or my husband’s. If we are too old, I have them make up a birthday and year. I didn’t even care if they were using Webkinz; I did not want them disclosing their real birthdays. The same goes for addresses, phone numbers, school addresses, and anything considered personal information. I would have students ask me what they should do if they are shopping online. Personally, I always do the online shopping for my children. If they want some independence, I allow them to type in my name, address, and birthday. However, I always do the credit card information myself. My 2 girls know: When in doubt, ask Mom or Dad. I cannot stress enough that you can never be too careful when it comes to your precious children. One never knows what hackers are able to pull from photos or information we provide online. That is the scary aspect of online use. Do I think the internet is powerful and very useful? Absolutely. But, at the same time, I also find the internet to be a very scary and dangerous place for our youth. If you are interested in a great online source for helping you to teach your children about internet safety, I used commonsensemedia,org in my classroom. It was a free site with videos and online games. The kids loved it, and it allowed for some great conversations. Sometimes students would tell me way more than I bargained for, but that goes along with teaching. For example, when I would tell students that they should never go out and personally or publicly meet someone they met on the internet, they would say, “What if my parents are with me?” I could not dispute that one. If parents are okay with it, then that question was out of my hands. Many children told me that their parents used online dating sites, and that is fine. But, I did instruct my students not to use those sites, not at their age, anyway!




In order to sign up for a Facebook account, students are to be 13 years of age. Many of my 3rd grade students—we’re talking 8 & 9 year olds—told me they had their own Facebook accounts. In many of those instances, I was told that parents set up the accounts. Now, 1. Maybe those students were not being completely honest with me, and 2. If parents are okay with it, then that was not for me to judge. However, I did caution them about the materials and pictures that they chose to include on their Facebook page. As I mentioned, I do not believe that students truly grasp the concept of once something is posted, it could live forever in the online world. Some of them would say to me, “Oh, I deleted that picture. It’s not on the internet anymore.” Really? What I would then explain to them is the concept that 100 or more people may have already captured the image or comment. Therefore, what they believe to be gone is not. Like in my day, gossip, though it was hurtful, did not live forever. With the internet, everything has the possibility of being forever present. I tried to drive this notion home with my students. I certainly have it drilled into the heads of my own two girls!




Even when I was a kid, my friends were my friends one day and my enemies the next. I always told my students to never share their passwords to accounts with anyone but their parents. Some would tell me that their best friends knew their account information and passwords, but they trusted them. I told them that was a slippery slope for the reason mentioned above. I can only hope that I caused some of them to change their minds or at least discuss the issue with their parents. Last year we had a horrible incident occur at a local high school. About 99 girls sent naked or semi-naked photos of themselves to boys. Some sent them to boys who were “trusted” boyfriends. Others just sent them because the boys made a request. Those boys turned the photo sharing into a game of trading cards, much like we would have traded baseball cards when we were young. Many of those girls suffered great humiliation. Some of those boys, those 18 and over, ended up in more trouble than they had imagined. It’s not easy being a youth or parent in today’s digital world. Everything that is posted must be carefully thought about before being sent. I always tell my own children that if what they are about to post would embarrass them or us, their parents, do not share. I tell them to ask themselves, “Would this post land me in trouble with my parents? Would my parents be disappointed in this post?” If they think the answer would be “yes,” they are not to make the post.




Whether people are aware of this or not—and this tip goes for young and old—employers, colleges, and others are now turning to social media to evaluate people and their character. People have been fired from jobs based on what they post on the internet. Just this year, we were given a small talk about what we should and should not post to online sites as teachers. I am a parent, a taxpayer, and an employee in the same district. That causes quite a conflict of interest. For that reason, I choose to post nothing. I want nothing in writing that could be used against me. Referring back to the case of the high school boys, one of them lost a very prestigious sports scholarship as a result of his involvement in the picture scandal. The internet is mighty, for both positive and negative purposes. Kids need to be taught the difference at a young age. They need to know they can trust their parents and teachers with questions they may have about their internet use.




Again, this tip applies to children and adults. Some people do not like having their picture or behaviors posted online. For adults, jobs could be placed in jeopardy. With children, parents may be against the postings. In some cases, friends could inadvertently bring bullying into the lives of their friends over what they perceived to be an innocent picture. I will share an example from our family. My husband is a Technology Director in our school district, so we are very open with the devices we buy our girls and their use of technology. However, we are also very stringent with our policies. Our girls know that they could be “audited” by one of us at any time. I know that sounds silly, but it is that knowledge that keeps them in line. Our oldest learned an online lesson the hard way. One of her friends from another school made a collage of the band One Direction. But, in place of one of the band members, she inserted the face of a boy with whom they are all friends from the swim team. When my husband noticed the post by our daughter, he questioned her as to whether or not the boy was aware that 1. The picture collage was created and 2. Did he know that it was being re-circulated? Our daughter said that since another friend of theirs made the collage, she just assumed it was okay to repost. My husband explained to her that without the permission of the boy, it was not okay to repost. He drove her 40 minutes to that friend’s house so she could apologize for reposting a picture without his permission. Our daughter was not happy with us at all, and her friend was upset as well. He was not aware that the collage was created and was being sent around. His response shocked our daughter and caused her to think about her actions. She did apologize, but she also felt bad for not checking with him. We taught her a valuable lesson, one we hope she remembers.




My students struggled with this one, because they told me that their parents use those check-in apps all the time. I explained to them that when we check in somewhere, we are telling the world where we are. If they are not with their parents, they could be inviting trouble into their actual lives and worlds. If their parents know they use the apps, then that is a parental decision. But, if their parents are not aware, the students could be creating a serious situation. For example, so many people—both kids and adults—will post when they leave for vacations and when they are returning. I informed my students that basically they are letting everyone know when their home will be unattended. I advised the students in my class to wait until they arrive home to announce the vacation and post the photos. That was just my suggestion, one that of course not everyone has to take into consideration.




My husband and I started noticing posts on Instagram that pitted 4 images together. Sometimes they were 4 female images, and other times they were 4 male images. The object was to vote for the prettiest or hottest person. We explained to our daughters that if we see them partaking in these surveys, they will cancel their Instagram accounts. Of course they were confused. What is the big deal with voting for people based on their looks? In today’s society, it is a huge deal. We tried to explain to them based on how they might feel if they are the number 4 person, or if they were to receive no votes whatsoever. Even though the intentions are probably not cruel, the voting basically creates a bullying-type situation. You have to take into account the feelings of everyone involved. Once we explained our feelings, the girls understood what we were trying to explain to them and what we were trying to prevent.




With the existence of social media, all kids are able to view what others are doing. When I was growing up, if I weren’t invited to a party, I only discovered that information on Monday morning at school. Did it sting a little? Maybe. But it was not as devastating as watching an instant play-by-play on social media. This happened to our oldest daughter. She was excluded from a party, and the girl hosting the party was—at least in my daughter’s mind—one of her really good friends. My daughter started posted comments such as, “Where are you? Why are you celebrating?” and so on. The posts made our child look very upset and desperate. We explained that although we understood her feelings, she could not be posting comments to the photos. We tried to make her see how those posts made her look. Was it hard for her and for my husband and myself? Sure. But, we as parents have to prepare our kids for these moments. Our youngest wasn’t invited to a birthday party. The girl could invite 10 kids, and our daughter was number 11, so she did not make the list. But, that did not stop the girl from texting my daughter pictures of them at the spa, pictures of her birthday cake, and others. I was so agitated; my husband had to talk me off the cliff. Okay, so my child was not invited to the party; I was okay with that. I was not okay with the “I’m going to rub your exclusion in your face” part of the event. Not all kids are kind digital citizens; that’s why we want our girls to be. If we have a party, we usually tell them to post pics the next week or privately share them with those involved. We have experienced a great deal of drama as a result of social media. Sometimes I wonder if our youth are too young for social media. Some adults cannot even handle being on the sites. I have seen many adults fighting openly on Facebook and other sites. At any rate, we need to educate our kids and prepare them for the ugly sides of social media.




We always teach our daughters, and I used this practice in my classroom as well, that you should behave online exactly as you would behave in public or face-to-face. I realize that may vary from child to child, but for those of us who actively monitor our children’s social interactions, we need to set our expectations for them. They need to know what we are looking for in their behaviors. Our girls know that if we enter their Instgram accounts, there will be certain behaviors that will not be accepted by us. We have been blessed with the fact that our girls do listen to us. Part of that is due to the fact that we pay for everything. Their devices were paid for by us, and their services are paid for by us. So, essentially, anything they own is technically ours. Therefore, if they cannot correctly use the devices, they will lose the devices. That’s that; end of story


Technology is an amazing tool for so many aspects of our lives. But, just like anything else, if used incorrectly, technology can be used for evil. Our children must know that anything inappropriate witnessed online must be reported to either their parents or a trusted school official or teacher, no matter if that inappropriate behavior is directed toward them or toward someone they know. Online bullying has become so prevalent in our world. Our kids need to know that they have a responsibility to protect themselves and others, no matter what world or realm they are exploring. I hope these tips help, and if you have any questions, please contact me. I love technology and the opportunities it provides for all of us. However, I know that I must also be aware of the negative sides and challenges presented by the use of technology. If everyone uses technology as a positive benefit, then all will run smoothly.




I Felt Like an Outsider at My Own Grandfather’s Funeral


I know it may sound strange, but once the background story is set into place, feeling like an outsider at my own grandfather’s funeral makes perfect sense. I dreaded the day so much that my stomach was knotted and twisted for 3 days leading to the memorial.


My children are very close to their grandparents on both sides of our family; however, as a child, I was not as fortunate. My father’s parents divorced when he was 6. My father’s older sister was given the choice of parents; she made the right choice. My father, unfortunately, was stuck with the wrong parent. Needles to say, my dad lived a life of Hell at the hand of his own mother. I will give you a spoiler now: despite his upbringing, he became a very respectable man who treated my brother and myself as the best gifts God had ever given him. Growing up, my dad’s mother had boyfriend after boyfriend. Oh, yeah, that’s the reason she and my grandfather divorced; apparently, she had fidelity issues. Anyway, she came first; my father was just an extra tag-a-long with whom she had to deal.


My father was born with clubbed feet and had to wear braces on his ankles. His mother dated one man who, regardless of my dad’s disability, beat him with a wire hanger, hitting him in his most vulnerable area—his feet. His mother went through men like most of us go through our wardrobes. She didn’t even care if my dad were in sight or sound wave of her escapades. As long as her needs were met, her little boy basically went unnoticed. My grandfather caught wind of the beatings, and he did track the boyfriend down to give him a warning. But, he NEVER once fought to gain custody of my father. He continued to shower his time, attention, and money on his princess. Meanwhile, my father was pawned off on anyone who would take him or taken along on adventures that were not meant for children.


Even though my great grandparents were amazing people, they refused to allow my grandmother to be irresponsible, so they refused to keep my father while she ran around with random men. As a result, my dad grew up with resentment for his grandparents, his mother, and his father. Of all of them, I guess he was closest to his father, but that’s not saying too much. Anyway, my grandmother went on to have 3 more children, all from different fathers. She certainly was a gem. My father, at the age of 6, would be dropped off on his dad’s back porch, whether anyone were home or not. Some nights he would sit outside until the dark had arrived. As a small boy, he felt as though no one wanted him; what other thought would he have? He developed a fear of the dark, a fear that he never really escaped, no matter how hard he may have tried to hide it. I mean this metaphorically, of course.


My father worked throughout high school, but due to a lack of parental interest and support, his grades were not great, and his dedication to sports was sporadic. He was a phenomenal athlete with a hot-headed temper. So, if a coach ticked him off, he just quit the sport. He worked at a local newspaper office, but his mother would go into his room and take his money for herself. It didn’t matter that her son attended school with holes in his jeans and sneakers that were literally falling off his feet. What did she care? Were her needs being met? I guess as best as they could be.

My dad entered the Army National Guard at the age of 19 and remained in the military until he retired at the age of 60. He’d still be working today if permitted. He loves God, his family, and his country. My mom and dad married because of my conception; in the 70’s, that was the proper thing to do. I’m not sure whether or not they would have ended up together otherwise, but I’m glad they did. My parents had me at the age of 21; my brother came along 2 years later. My father decided that he would never be the type of parent that he experienced growing up. He worked hard to give us his love, time, dedication, and protection. My dad was and is the greatest man I know. His resiliency is a story that is not often told, because it just usually doesn’t turn out that way.


As a child, I watched my grandfather provide for my 2 cousins, the offspring of my father’s only, older true sister. My dad would always tell us not to worry about it because we had him and Mom; we didn’t need anyone else. My grandfather really wasn’t concerned about anything that pertained to my brother or myself. It stung a bit as a little girl, but I became accustomed to his absence. My other grandfather, my mom’s dad, died of a heart attack when I was 5. He showed me love and affection, but he was taken from me early. My mom’s mother was our caregiver when we were children, but the loss of my grandfather caused her great depression, so much of her day was spent in bed, sleeping away her grief. She died last year in a nursing home, living into her 80’s. I was closest to her of all of my grandparents. I have 1 remaining, my dad’s mother, but I’m not even sure what I consider her to be to me.


So, back to my dad’s father. He fought in WWII, so when he was diagnosed with lung cancer as a result of years of smoking, he spent the remaining months of his life in our local Veteran’s Hospital. They took great care of him. When he deteriorated to the point of having just days remaining, he was moved to the hospice care wing. In his final months, my grandfather asked to see all of his great grandchildren. My mom and dad visited him each night and took my 2 girls when we were available. I visited him twice, but he didn’t even remember me. That too hurt, but as I said, it was such a familiar feeling that I just accepted it and moved on.


He died June 21, 2014 and was buried June 26, 2014. He lived a long life, born in 1926, died in 2014. Facing his funeral filled me with anxiety. I knew that my father’s sister’s side would be a mess. I, on the other hand, merely felt numb, not sure what emotions I was experiencing. I was told that one of my dad’s other sisters would be there, and that sent more pangs of anxiety through me. See, when I was 18, my father’s half sister lived in Hawaii. One Christmas she sent him a Christmas card, but she didn’t stop there. She wrote inside, “I wish you a Merry Christmas, but I will never understand why you were such a negligent brother.” I was livid. My father was my rock, and no one attacked him or even said one disparaging word about him without my rushing to his defense. I drafted a letter to my aunt, explaining to her the Hell that my grandmother, her mother, had put my father through as a child. Grandma failed to share those shining moments with my father’s siblings. Rather, she, being the upstanding woman that she was and is, allowed my father to be the failure in the situation. That did not sit well with me, and my letter did not sit well with his family. For a long while, his sisters failed to believe what I wrote, calling my father to tell him what nerve I had writing such horrible things about their mother. I did tell my dad about the letter before I sent it, so he was aware of my defense response. He told them that everything was true, and they could choose to believe it or not. He really didn’t care.


The morning of the funeral, I felt sick to my stomach. I was prepared to go on the defensive if my aunt made even one attempt at approaching my father with negative remarks. My cousins cried from start to finish. I walked up to the casket with my daughters and my husband, looking at a man that I felt I hardly even knew. My father shed a few tears, and that hit me hard. I probably witnessed tears falling from my dad’s eyes on maybe 3 occasions in my life. I think the tears were based more on a feeling of WHY than anything else. I truly believe my father wishes that he could have been closer with own dad, but it just wasn’t his father’s intention to treat him and his sister equally. A the preacher presented his sermon, mentioning all of the time my grandfather spent with his grandchildren; I wondered whether or not everyone else inside the funeral home was aware of the fact that those times were only spent with 2 of his 4 grandchildren. My grandfather never loved me; this man the preacher described seemed like a stranger to me. My daughters cried; they knew my grandfather better than I did. He only started bothering with me after I had children. I was about 30 when he started coming around to see my kids. It’s somewhat difficult to build a strong bond at the age of 30, especially when you harbored such feelings of indifference based on your father’s sad upbringing.


I struggled with my grandfather’s death but not in the way that many might think. I struggled because I lacked closure. In the end, his cancer spread to his throat, and he could barely speak. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t fight for his little boy, for his name sake, even though he knew he were being abused at the hands of some strange man. I wanted to now why my brother and I were always afterthoughts in his life. So, I didn’t shed tears for the memories lost; I didn’t have any. I shed tears for my father’s negative memories and for the lack of closure that everyone on my dad’s side of the family felt. My brother and I both felt very indifferent toward our grandfather. He abandoned our father and showed concern for us when it was convenient for him.


Now that the funeral has passed, it is time for the settling of the estate. For most families, this brings about a time of fighting. The funny part is this: my dad stood to gain the most. For some odd reason, my grandfather had savings bonds dating back to the WWII era, and ALL of them were in my father’s name. Rather than being greedy, rather than acting as though he were due, my dad went to the courthouse and signed a form saying he would split everything found fifty-fifty with his one, true biological sister. He agreed to share everything left to him with the sister who was given everything her entire life. So for me, rather than being upset and arguing that my father deserved his share, I feel more proud of him than ever. My dad is evidence that people can rise above adversity and be good people. Too many times people blame their upbringings and circumstances for their bad behaviors. My dad suffered a great deal throughout his life, and he is still the most altruistic person I know.


I am so proud of the man my father has become. I am so grateful that he is the role model his grandchildren have to look up to in their lives. While I may have felt like an outsider at my grandfather’s funeral, I am trying to find the positives in all of this. Maybe in some strange way my Pa-Pa, as we called him, loved my brother and myself. Regardless, life moves on, and I am just going to be happy with the family, the life, and the father God granted to me. There is a silver lining to this story, and I call him DAD.




I’m Back

Well, the grass is NOT always greener elsewhere. I started my blogging journey here at WordPress but was told by a colleague that I would have much more success if I purchased a site. So, I took that advice, purchased a site, and did a great deal of posting. However, my attempt at gaining a following were meager. So, I am back. It seems to me that WordPress may be the place for me.

I love blogging, but with my busy schedule, I don’t always find the time I would like to flow with my passion. Next school year (2014-2015), I will be transitioning from grades 3-5 media specialist and computer technology teacher to middle school Language Arts teacher, grades 7 & 8. So, needless to say, thus far, my summer has been filled with in-service, moving materials, and attempting to read all of the new novels I will be teaching this year. I am entering my 20th year of teaching in the public education sector, and throughout my career, I have taught grades 3,4,5,7,8,9,10,11,&12. I can count grade 7 after this year. Throw in the sports and musical schedules of my daughters, and my life becomes an enormous juggling act.

So, while I hope to find some time for blogging, it is indeed going to be difficult. I plan to make every attempt, however, to post at least once a week but hopefully more. Please share in my journey with me. I am definitely going to seek out the journeys of others.


Glad to be back!



My Daughters and I Discovered 2 New Apps–Can you Say Addiction?

We went to a New Year’s Eve party last night and were introduced to 2 new apps.  Now, my kids and I are hooked, no addicted.  The first one is Viggle, and the second one is Nexercise, both free apps.  All you need to do for Viggle is watch TV and answer trivia questions.  Nexercise, you receive points for merely tracking your exercise.

Let me say this:  My kids have not stopped exercising since they woke up this morning!  My 8-year-old told me, “You better stay on the treadmill today for 2 hours!”  Geez, she will have me fit in no time for points and free prizes.

Viggle allows you to earn points for logging in to shows that are on TV.  You simply hold your phone or ipod, or any device up to the television.  The program recognizes the show, and gives you points for watching.  With some shows, you can also answer trivia questions as you watch.  In addition, you can earn points for watching commercials and completing other simple tasks.  One of my friends at the party said she used the app to earn free Christmas gifts for her children.  If you have not already checked into this, I definitely recommend it. It’s not as though we wasted any time last night; actually, we used it as a game and conversation piece.

The Nexercise app is great, especially if your New Year’s resolutions include exercising and getting fit.  You merely exercise and track your activity.  Once you earn enough points, you can start redeeming them for prizes, free prizes.  You cannot beat that offer.  

So, although we are addicted, it is for a good cause!  On Viggle, you can also use your points to donate money to charities.  It is amazing what is available to us today.  I need to do some more searching.  I know we will definitely be making use of these apps throughout the year.