Wednesday, May 21, 2014

USPS-We Love 'Em

My poor wife is trying to negotiate the USPS website in order to purchase adequate postage for the packages that we are having to mail back to the Lower 48. The Postal Service is not our friend in this matter. They don't want our packages, in spite of the fact that they are the only way in which we can get these packages back to where they need to go. It is going to be more costly than we anticipated. We cannot buy stamps adequate to do the job, because they have to be mailed here. Perhaps more advance research was in order.

I am also treading water in the COBRA system. I need one month of coverage. Our insurer cannot get the packages out until Friday. Swell. And that is by email. Our coverage with the district ends the following week. We are in transit during at least part of that time. I just looove me dealing with some bureaucracy. And this one isn't governmental, which is the bugaboo that we are usually offered. This is the private sector at its inefficient best. I have worked in both arenas, and I would advise the reader not to be fooled by the rhetoric out there.

Moving sucks enough without extra stress.

It Makes Sense, Somehow

The soundtrack this morning is the Cowboy Junkies' Trinity Session...music that takes me back a solid twenty years. Better descriptive powers than mine are needed to evoke the emotional chord that these songs strike for me. Perfect for a rainy, quiet, contemplative day. The weather is just a bit raw, and it seems perfect for our last day in this building. Lots of emotions to process.

Things in my classroom are mostly clean, and the records are updated, and the reimbursement requests are finished. I am waiting for a COBRA packet so that I may purchase insurance coverage for the month of June. I have to check out with our school secretary, our maintenance man, and the boss at last. I am in no hurry. Packing can wait. Neither of us are in a big hurry to end this, which poses the question of whether it makes sense in the first place. We have already done that to death.

We are starting to plan our activities and the things that we need to get done upon our return, which suggests to me that we are beginning to make the transition in our heads. I suspect that it is a process which has to happen in its own time.

Being posed in the middle of a change is always a strange feeling, and this one is just going to last a while longer. It can't be helped. But it will be all right, I believe. I might even be sublime, and great, and full of contentment and happiness...I like to believe that.


Tuesday, May 20, 2014

The Curfew Siren Sounds Later

It is summer here, now. The curfew siren goes off at 11, not 9 pm now. It has been going off for a couple of minutes now, actually. I will be glad when it stops, so it doesn't wake the baby.

We finished up today, and it went better than I think we feared it would. There was sentiment, and the principal gave us a nice little speech, and people clapped and a few tears were sniffled, but it wasn't bad overall. I think that there was just too much to get done for us to have the luxury of  extended sadness. Our kids gave us a couple of big going away cards, so I need to scrounge up a cardboard tube to transport them back to Michigan in.

Tomorrow is a work day. I have a lot of the stuff on my list finished at this point. I suspect that I will not be around all day, but I am in no enormous hurry, so I am not going to sweat it. I shut off the alarm on my phone this morning, and I will be glad not to have to use it for a while.

Thursday will begin the big push to get packed and shipped. We have a few days here before we leave, and we can do some visiting, and maybe get a steam or two in before we leave.

A little wistful, a lot relaxed, and looking forward to the next part of our family adventure.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Trash Day

They were busy and picked up lots of trash. That is done. Now, we do tomorrow's activities. Assembly and some prizes, followed by games and lunch. Send the kiddies home after lunch and clean up and do some grading. My fifth year here finished. My last, at least for now.

I like the kids in this room. They are reasonably ok, for goofballs. I don't know if they are my favorite group or not. They might be. I have some other favorites, and I know that you are not supposed to have them, but so much for that. I think, however, that this group as a whole is my favorite...I think.

Off to home, kid, and dogs.

The Last Dance Begins

So we start the final week in our time here. Change is always a challenge, and especially so when mixed with conflicting emotions. Sadness, excitement, apprehension...so many and more, and often one succeeding the other.

It is impossible to write about some of the experiences that I have had here and the impact that they have had on everyone involved. The lessons I learned here myself were often difficult ones, and the feelings were often raw. Some of them still are. Some of them I will not discuss for reasons of privacy of those involved.

I will not understand all of this for a while, and then maybe not even then. We will see if it is possible to prove Wolfe wrong when he said that you can't go home. Maybe you can't. Maybe we will come back out here. Maybe it will be fantastic and joyful and everything our dreams are made of. Facing the unknown is spooky even if you are certain about the decisions that you have made, and more so if you still have doubts.

Today, we clean up. I plan to harness the activity and energy of my students to turn our classroom upside down and get it as clean as possible. In the afternoon, we have a trash pick-up drive that is mandated for 90 minutes. It comes at the end of the day, so we at least get to spend that much time outside. It looks to be a lovely day.

I had a conversation with one of my former students the other day, the first in several years. It showed me that we have done some good things out here. Maybe a fitting conclusion to our time here.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Progress Comes Slowly

Packing continues slowly. Small humans can be a hindrance. We are one week out, and everything starts to count now. There are ten totes sitting at the post office awaiting postage, which will be purchased online. Some of the kitchen stuff which we are taking will get packed today. We are now using paper plates left over from the Alice/Daddy birthday feast that was held back in March. Some of out plates are packed, and more will be as soon as we scrounge up some more padding. Rumor has it that we can find some.

It is hard to mark progress in the middle of a mess, but it is unmistakable. We have relatively little time that will be taken up by school stuff this week, which makes things simpler as well. It will get done...

Friday, May 16, 2014

Friday, The Last

We have now moved towards the end of our time here. Next week consists of Monday and Tuesday only with students. Tuesday is a half day for them and we have the whole day to get things arranged up. Wednesday is a work day, but its length depends much upon how much we get done Monday and Tuesday.

My kids are done with their work, for the most part, and I am done with the grading, for the most part. I have some stuff to get finished, but I suspect today that we will spend most of our time playing with test scores.

We will focus heavily on packing and getting totes to the post office this weekend, and I suspect that there will be some more sales of household goods. My wife told me that isn't going to happen this weekend, though, because we still need to use a lot of that stuff.

We just had teacher appreciation day, which consisted of pizza, and a cake saying "thanks" to us and our Yup'ik teacher, who is retiring at the end of the year. I got my pin from the district honoring my five years of employment here. It kind of feels like a strange dream. It is hard to believe that all of this has happened so quickly. I wonder what the new adventure will be like.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

I THINK This Is The Last Test...

...maybe. We have reached the point in the testing madness that we will threaten you with endless retesting if we think that you are not REALLY TRYING HARD. Sounds like an incentive for positive behavior, eh? Of course, there are the occasional soreheads that I do not mind seeing on the rack, but my baser instincts might not be the soundest reason to do something.

 Spring continues to creep in. The ice in the river is long gone. This was a very un-dramatic year here on the Kusko as far as breakup was concerned. That is a good thing. The one potential negative is that part of the reason for that was a very dry winter. That may not be such a good thing in the long run.

I think we now have it arranged to have our car brought into O'Hare airport, so that it is there when we arrive on the 26th. Many thanks to the generosity of my wife's aunt. We will be staying with another aunt when we first arrive, until we can get furniture delivered and the house at least partially set up. Hooray for aunties!

School ends one week from today. In fact, we dismiss kids at lunchtime, so technically we have less than a week to go at this point. We are both finding that the sadness of leaving is beginning to be balanced with the joy of being reunited with our families, who are all extremely happy that we will be sticking around at the end of the summer.

The glories of a Northern Michigan summer are beginning to call. I have always felt that it is the best place that I have ever been to during summer. Now, we will call it home, some of us again, and one of us for the first time.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

A Fine Day

I sold our Subaru today. It was a purchase that I was originally reluctant about, but it came in handy this year. It was a good little car, too, even if my junior high kids teased me about my junky old car. It wasn't junky. It ran well, only had 59,000 miles on it, and did everything that I wanted it to. It was really great on the glare ice that we had on the river this year, and it was nice to be able to take trips into Bethel to break up the monotony that can accompany village life.

I sold it to a nice couple from Michigan. I hope that they have the enjoyment from it that I did. It was just a little 4-banger with a 5-speed stick, but every time I successfully navigated the river in it, I liked it a little bit more. Godspeed to my little Bethel Beast.

I went over to Bethel at 10 and was back by about 1. The baby went to visit friends, and we worked on packing, house cleaning, and hauling totes to the post office. I got a text calling me to steam, and our 5th grade teacher and I went down to Joe's house. It was hot, and Joe started pouring right away. Ouch, but in a good way. Kevin, the 5th grade teacher, has his administrator's license, and has been offered the site administrator's post in Goodnews Bay. Longtime readers may recall that I went there in my first year for a district NYO tournament. It is a beautiful site, although it is kind of isolated.  He will go out there this week to check it out.

At the steam house, he told a story about stalking moose with a camera in the streets of Anchorage that had all of  us in stitches. The short version is basically that he had dumb luck in a couple of situations in which he could have had very bad luck. Kids nowadays.

We also found out this weekend that our neighbor will be taking a District Office job in Bethel next year. That brings the grand total of departures this year to five at site. We are going to coordinate resources over the next two weeks with her to make sure that we can get our stuff out of here, and still have something to eat off of.

Now, I have had a good steam, a good dinner, and the baby is home, bathed, and is headed (I hope) to bed. I would dearly love to follow. Tomorrow, we are having a sale. We will see how it goes. It was a very pleasant day.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Friday and Graduation

My fifth graduation since I began working here, and likely the last. More than one or two of the students and/or local folks are of the opinion that we will be back after a year away. I'm not sure about that. I don't want to be going into this project only halfway committed to making it work. That does not seem like the right frame of mind. If we do make it work, we won't be coming back except to visit.

We went to a memorial feast for one of our elders who died a year ago yesterday. I told his daughter that he was a role model for me. I remember a conversation with his wife before I actually moved here. I think it was on my second visit. She asked me when I was moving here. I don't remember what I said in response, probably something about not having a job. She said that I should be like Jack, and become a househusband. He apparently recommended it highly, if I understood his take on it. I am still working on getting there. I did realize that we would actually be ahead financially if I did and we stayed here. Funny.

My wife is the featured adult speaker tonight, and I am not sure how we are going to handle that. Alice is in the clingy to mom phase right now, and our babysitter will want to be at graduation for her cousin and all around buddy, who is one of the grads. I'm not sure how she will handle it when she can see Mommy, but can't get to her. I am not sure that I want to watch the speech anyway. Too many potential tears there. Leaving here is just tough, and I don't know how to explain that to anybody back in Michigan. I can only think of a couple people there who might actually get it. I don't want to go back and be all sad and mopy. I think that too many people will take it personally. But sad and mopy is how I feel a lot these days.

I just don't have a good way to resolve it that I can see right now. Guess I will just let it ride, and hope that it eases.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Week's End Aproaches

Thursday afternoon. Health class. Our social worker is doing her end of the year presentation to my kiddies. It should be over in a minute or so. They are watching student videos made by some kids from the Lower Yukon School District. I have learned in the past five years that there are some pretty talented story tellers out here. You just have to pay close attention.

The week draws to a close tomorrow. The magic year-end tests have been given, and re-given (in some circumstances), and it is getting increasingly challenging to keep these kids on some sort of track. We need to keep it together for about another week. Lord give me strength-it will keep me from homicide.

She is done. All I have to do is follow. No challenge there.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Every Day, It's A Gettin' Closer...

Two weeks from today, I am done here. The kids will be gone on Tuesday, and I plan to have them doing a lot of clean up in here before they get gone. We will have the rest of the afternoon on Tuesday to wrap up stuff. Wednesday is technically a work day, but the custom has been that we can go if our list is checked off. I was out of here last year before 11 AM. I am in no big hurry this year, and there may be a few more details to attend to, but I will likely also need as much time as available for packing and preparation.

Our moving sale continues. My wife had put a notice out for this coming Sunday. I am beginning to wonder if there will be anything to sell left by that time. Folks have been drifting in since the weekend for early bargains, and a lot of merchandise has already moved out.

We were discussing postal matters with our postmaster, who came bargain hunting last night. We are going to haul totes down to the post office Saturday afternoon. He is apparently going to be gone. He will weigh them and then let us know how much postage we will need. We will then go to the USPS website and buy enough for the totes. Easier than carrying cash. Another example of the fact that logistics are always interesting around here.

Time to get back at it. I have to come up with an assignment for writing class. Another assignment, that is. We already have one going. Hump day continues....

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

More Testing

Today is the day that I do catch-up MAPS testing with my junior high kids. The funny thing is that there are almost no exceptions. I think that there are four kids who will be working independently in the library. Nearly every one of them missed one of the tests or did so dismally on them that the result is likely aberrational. So I test, or re-test, as the case may be. These tests determine student progress, so it is thought to be important to make sure that they give their all, so that we get an accurate picture of their status. That can be a serious challenge at this time of the year.

My wife has been asked to address the graduating seniors, and I am helping to edit her speech. That is my night job. That, and Alice juggling. My wife is also working on writing curriculum for a class that she is teaching, so she will need to spend some more time over here tonight.

This is the nature of our existences these days. Run, run, run.

Monday, May 5, 2014

UP and Running

The kiddies are taking their math test. I have tried to create a calm environment, and they appear to be working quietly. It is a joy to watch their faces at a time like this. At least for the moment, there is no frustration, no distress. They are just concentrating calmly and going about their business.

Ah, my first pause of the day. I can control the test in that fashion, and I have one student who can be counted on to go early. She has.

The first wiggles are beginning to set in, and we have a latecomer. I expect at least one more.

Dang. I need to use the bathroom. Poor planning on my part. Of course, we teachers have super-strong bladders.

Current length of visible light: 18 hr. 30 min. That explains a lot of insomnia and a lot of sleepy heads during the day. It will get worse during the next two weeks.

The temps have cooled off notably from last week. The river is breaking up quickly, however. The ice went out at Bethel on the 2nd. They had the annual breakup party yesterday afternoon. There is a fair amount of ice moving down the river, and there was an ice dam in the slough here this morning.  I didn't notice much effect, however. It doesn't seem as if there is a lot of backup going on along the Kusko, at least.

I have grading to catch up on. I find it hard to do so while proctoring. The observation part of it requires too much attention. I guess that my wife and I are going to trade off child duties so that each of us can work this afternoon. I might as well get around to some organization, though. More later.


No One Ever Says Anything Nice About Mondays

And we all know why. Today is kind of a usual Monday, with the extra benefit that we are almost done with the school year. That is not helping with the usual run of Monday morning sleepiness and foolishness. It is often that way at this time. It gets harder to keep pushing that rope uphill.

I am administering one more set of magical tests today. We had a funeral last week, and the absenteeism associated with it kind of knocked things awry. It has pushed our math testing to today. I should be done with the whole thing at this point, and I am glad for that.

The clock tells me that we have about three minutes before it is time to get this show started. Time to move along for now...

Sunday, May 4, 2014

3 Weeks Left

The emails went out from the boss today. Check out forms for the end of year ritual. The usual stuff. Different this year, of course.

Prom was Friday night, and Alice was a little more active this year than last. She spent a good deal of the evening chasing and kicking balloons. The kids at the school think she is going to be a "baller," because she loves to be in the gym. I think the ball in her life will be a soccer ball. She loves to chase and kick round objects.

We walked down to the river last night, and there was lots of open water. I guess that the tripod at Bethel went down yesterday, and there was video of moving ice on Facebook from Bethel today. I walked to the airport to meet one of our teachers, and there was a lot of moving ice out there. Breakup is officially here. No report of ice jams, mercifully. Late addendum: there is a flood watch out upriver because of ice dams. I spoke too soon. We shall keep our fingers crossed.

I got an email from the boss about catching up with my math grades. First time thing for me. Things have been a little nuts with the dance fest and SBA. I will get that caught up this week. I am leaving, sure. But it is a professional thing with me. Need to keep current.

I saw three moose walking up into the village Friday morning when I had the dogs out. A cow, calf, and perhaps a bull following the two of them. That was a first. I had heard about their presence from a number of people over the past three weeks. Seeing as how I had dogs, and seeing as how moose hate dogs, I went the other way. Still, a cool sight.

I got the car sold yesterday. My friend posted a notice on a Facebook site called Bethel Bargains. A young couple saw it and called her. They came to see the car, and decided they wanted it. We made a deal after a short spell of negotiation. I will go up Saturday to complete the paperwork and transfer the title.

Another week begins in the morning. Only two full weeks of school left. The Monday and Tuesday of the following week are pretty much clean-up days. And then we will be done.


Friday, May 2, 2014

Another Week In The History Books

Friday again, and another week draws to a close. Tonight we have prom, which is fun, because we get to see the kiddies that we see in blue jeans daily in their dress-up clothes. It is always fun. A week from now is graduation. My wife has been asked to do the honors and address the graduates. She is a sentimental soul (one of her fine points) and I suspect that her heart will be very full as she speaks, or tries to. The graduates were my 8th graders in my first year, so I may be a little verklempt as well.

We are making very slow progress on sales and packing. My guess is that we will be going crazy that last week. So much to do, and so little time in which to do it. We are both beat by the end of the day, and Alice keeps us pretty busy without any help. It will get done, I know, and it will be easier if I don't spend a bunch of time fretting about it. I will be happy if we can get our car sold, because it saves me the decision of what to do with it if it doesn't.

Our friends and family back home are getting excited. I am going to have to get used to being something other than a teacher from Alaska...