is it really so hard to believe?

Yesterday I went to dinner with a large group of friends. No really, I mean large...as in took up an entire side of Applebees large. We ranged in ages from 10 through 60. This occurs every Monday night, but I'm rather picky about when I'll go. Okay, to be realistic, I've had class every Monday evening for ages, so that definitely hinders things, not to mention the lack of an official gluten free menu there. I'm terrified of those kind of things still, because who wants to be sick for Thanksgiving? Not me. But anyway...

When I got up to leave at 8:15pm to make the twenty minute trek back home to my poor little dog who twisted his foot, one of the older guys asked why I was leaving so early. I said that I have school in the morning, to which he asked "what time is school?" I answered that I had to be there at 7am, and he was appalled, wondering what college course starts that early. When I told him that it's not me going to school, that I'm educating the future of tomorrow, he didn't believe me. Now, I've known him for a few years now...I've been going for this whole teaching thing since 2007...don't believe me? I had to explain to him how I teach 10th grade Living Environment to a bunch of kids that I love (though who love to give me a constant run for my money.) He still didn't believe me for a while...

Am I really not the "teacher-type?" Is there one?

Sure, if you would have told me five years ago that I was going to be a teacher, I'd have laughed in your face telling you that it couldn't be true. I had it stuck in my mind that it would be doctor or bust, no matter how foolish it seemed. And foolish it was...because now that I'm teaching, you couldn't pay me to do anything else. It's fun! I absolutely love it, even on the days that I want to come home crying. Seriously! Sure, a ton of work, definitely not a 9am-5pm job, frustrating at times, time-consuming grading and lesson planning and calling students' homes (for good and bad.) But when you're up at the front of a classroom, watching students who aren't seeming to get it all of a sudden reach the corner, and when they turn around that corner, everything comes into the light for them and "oooooo, I get it now" takes over...it's awesome. When the students confide in you, trusting you enough to share their problems and joys with, asking you for advice for their own futures...that's fabulous too. It's a completely satisfying and exhilarating yet frustrating and maddening job all at the same time with little respect. But when you think back on your life, you can describe the good ones no matter how long ago you went to school. Can you do that with the top football or hockey player from twenty years ago? Or what about the most influential business people? Nope...but teachers you can.

There's a poem...pretty much sums it up...

celiac and me

Constant headaches of every kind that wouldn't go away despite endless doses of prescription pain medicines chock full of Tylenol and caffeine. 24/7 abdominal pain, including a never-ending gnawing where my stomach is that would sometimes leave me doubled over. Always exhausted, so I'd want to take naps all the time, even if it was nearly bedtime anyway. Any bug that came near me, I'd catch without fail. Joint pain beyond just my normal knee issues (normal hardly being a good word...three knee surgeries that realign the joints aren't exactly normal, but you know what I mean.) I could barely move when it was cold or damp. Hormonal problems that led to my starting on birth control pills at 15 years old, long before I even thought really of what they would normally be used for. A red bumpy rash that makes me look constantly cold or like I never shaved at all covering pretty much my entire body, especially my face, arms, and legs. Weeks where food just didn't seem appetizing at all, so I just wouldn't eat, leading to my nearly passing out multiple times. Diagnosed with IBS, spastic bowel, potentially Crohn's disease like my mom...you name it, it was there in my chart.

I had my gallbladder taken out last year at 27 years old. It was functioning at 14%, even though my bloodwork was perfectly fine and there was never a problem with it before. One day I just doubled over at work and thankfully was already at the hospital. It took them five days to even figure that one out. That seemed to be the major breaking point for my stomach though. I couldn't eat a thing afterwards. Sure, I tried the low-fat diet, and they put me on resin powder to mix with water (or applesauce if you like to eat sawdust) and drink twice a day to keep food in my stomach. Within four months, I was back in the hospital, doubled over again with abdominal pain and completely exhausted. That time, it was a week. The general surgeon came in, slapped me on the cheek, told me that it was the same stomach bug he had just had a week earlier and to go home. The gastroenterologist thought I was just wanting the pain meds that I could get through a IV in the hospital (though if I were to be honest, those were quite nice.) My primary physician put me on a whole list of medications, played around with some dosages, and then shipped me home when the pain was temporarily relieved. I was on Reglan four times a day (which is an absolutely nasty drug to take...just listen to the lawyer commercials with the old lady's mouth twitching), Protonix twice a day (which isn't considered formulary for my insurance at the time, so it cost $70 a month to take and nothing else similar worked), and a few others just for kicks and giggles. When I saw the gastroenterologist in the office for a follow-up visit, he told me that everything was in my head, that it was just stress and I wasn't able to handle anything that caused even a bit of anxiety. Seriously...if I were going to make something up, it'd be a lot better than a crappy stomach!

Finally, I started keeping a food journal on my own of everything I ate and how I felt afterwards. I wanted to know what kept bothering my stomach, because shortly after leaving the hospital, it was all back again. The biggest culprit that I noticed that never should have caused a problem were plain Cheerios. No milk, no sugar, no extra flavorings...just regular plain old Cheerios. I told my doctor in July about this at my three month follow-up, and you could see the little wheels churning in his head. He sent me for a blood test, and history was made in my life. It came back elevated, and I started the gluten-free diet.

Celiac disease. It sounds rather awful. My 10th grade students think that they can catch it from me, but they think it's really good that at least I can still eat Mighty Taco (even if it is the icky corn hard tortilla shells.) But to me, it was like a magic song that finally answered every problem. Sure, eating gluten-free is ridiculously expensive and complicated, mostly for other people to understand. No wheat, barley, rye, and most oats. Nothing that touches any of those things, including regular flour. You try going to a regular grocery store (Wegman's doesn't count) and find things that you can eat while staying away from gluten. It's the glue that keeps bread and pastries and even some popsicles stuck together. It took me four months alone to find a decent bread that is edible and didn't crumble when I picked it up to make a sandwich...and trust me, it's none of the ones sitting on the grocery store shelves pre-made. This baby has to be kneaded and all. Lots of fruits and veggies and non-marinaded meats (yup...many marinades have gluten in them...like I said, it binds the world together apparently.) There are a few restaurants that I can eat at, but I need to do a lot of praying beforehand that there's no cross contamination going on back in the kitchen. Denny's, one of the haunts after midnight bowling throughout college, is supposably going to be coming out with a gluten free menu soon...but you can bet that I won't be setting foot in there. Too dirty in their kitchen area...all I need is a speck of flour in my food.

That speck is like poison. I went to a restaurant a few weeks ago that has an established gluten free menu and ordered potatoes that were fried in what I was told was uncontaminated oil because nothing containing gluten went in it. Within five minutes of eating those potatoes, my stomach was blown up so I looked about five months pregnant and I was sick. The rest of the day, I was in a fog, my own little world where all I wanted to do was go to sleep and not wake up for days. My mom was so worried about me, we packed up to the hospital where I laid with IVs for a few hours. It wasn't worth that one potato wedge, let me tell you. Now I can look at a whole table full of baked goods, donuts, sandwiches, and cookies. I don't want a single bit...not even a bite. I can stare at it for hours without wanting a bit.

I feel alive again. I don't need naps every couple hours, and if I do, it's because I've been stretching myself thin with grading a million papers at the last minute before the marking period ends or planning for formal observations by my principal. And during those times, I don't get sick with every little virus that comes near me. No more headaches that make me want to gauge my eyes or temples out, no more joint pain, no more heartburn. The skin rash is clearing up big time. And the nicest part is...no more constant stomach pain. It's gone. So long as I eat gluten-free, I feel better. Much better. Oh yeah, and losing about 15 pounds in the past five months doesn't hurt either.

Celiac is the most under-diagnosed disease in the United States. Approximately 1 out of 125 people have it, but only 3% are actually diagnosed. It can start out when you have your very first taste of gluten as a baby, or it can start suddenly, usually after trauma of some sort they've noticed. It is auto-immune and genetic...you're predisposed to it. Your body just decides to attack gluten and instead attacks your small intestine, turning it from a toothbrush with the villi that collect all of the nutrients from food into smooth like an ice skating rink. There's no medication or surgery that can make it better. It's just all in diet...24/7 for the rest of your life diet.

And you know what? I'm okay with that.

rhino poop

Don't ever tell me that you can't use the phrase "rhino poop" in an interview and not get the job.

So during science camp, Liz and Veronica noticed a posting for a Living Environment teacher at KE, which is where I went to high school. I figured that I'd never get it, because the science chair had told me that they wouldn't hire anyone without a dual science certification, and to date I only have one, but I applied anyway. What was there to lose, you know?

They called me for an interview. I went and the panel was fabulous. My old biology teacher and a few others, and we laughed and talked and I answered questions for half an hour. Yes, I even included the phrase "rhino poop" in one of my answers. The next day I got a phone call that I was in the top two for an interview with the superintendent, which would be the following day.

I went for that yesterday morning, and he asked me the basic questions. Told me that I'll want to get a second science certification if I want to stay on board at the school (I'm 3-4 classes away from a chemistry one, so we're going to go for that once I finish my masters in December.) And then he told me to hold on a minute, and comes back with the teacher contract, opening up to the salary step scale. He started going through with me what the pay would be, and what they'll up it to when I finish my masters in December, and what taking extra classes and all would raise my pay to. And all this time I'm thinking "they don't usually do this at an interview...this is weird...what's happening here...I'm confused." Finally he asked "so, what do you say?" I was like "is he offering me the job? Is this it?!" I responded as best I could "I'm in if you're in," and he welcomed me back to the district. I was in shock, but wanted to start doing a little happy dance right away, but I had to fill out all the paperwork, and wow, there was a lot.

Called the school when I got home, and when the secretary for the principal answered, she asked "so tell me Marie, are you our teacher?" I said yes and she started screaming into the phone...awesome. I went in that afternoon to meet with the principal who went over my schedule and all with me. Four classes...three co-taught with a special education teacher (who's new to the district too, so that's kinda nice) and one general education...Regents Living Environment. Then a rotating lab (they go on a six day schedule, so there are some periods on some days where I have a lab and the others are free.) And one day a week for science AIS (academic intervention services...basically helping out and tutoring anyone who is having trouble with science in general.) He showed me my room, which is where I took biology when I was there.

He told me that after he escorted me out of the first interview, he got detained in the main office for about 10-15 minutes to handle something, leaving the rest of the panel on their own. When he came back in, everyone asked him when I could start. It was unanimous, which I can't believe but was so excited to hear. He told me that he liked how genuine I was in my answers, that they didn't sound rehearsed or like "what does the panel want to hear me say," and that he thinks I can sell anything. The school got red-flagged by the state for their special education student test scores, and he thinks that I would definitely be the one to bring up their scores. Lofty ambitions and goals, but he said that so long as he can see an improvement from the beginning of the year to the end in them, he'll be happy with me. Plus, he wants me to start a club focused on organ and blood donation, to which there's a nice stipend at the end for having one meeting a month and promoting the cause.

The principal is newer...it's his second year there. There was a huge scandal at the school a few years ago where the previous principal stole from the prom funds (literally stealing from the students) that killed morale not only for the students but for the staff as well. This principal is trying to rebuild the school, bringing in new people that he thinks will be able to help motivate the students and build back up the school spirit from the ground up. He seems like a really great and genuine guy, someone who supports his staff and wants the best for the kids, strict but easy to talk to. I could definitely see myself working for and with this guy to make things better for the school and students.

It's crazy though...it doesn't seem real yet. Everything has happened so fast, and it will go by even faster now as the actual start of the school year approaches for the students. I'll have my own room...not one that I'll have to give back to the original teacher halfway through the year. I've been working so hard for this, waiting so long for this, and now it's finally here...and I can't believe it!

Good news...I told myself that once I got my first full-time, full-year position that two things would happen.

1. Switch to per diem at the hospital. This means that I'll have my weekends again to myself...not having to work them unless I pick them up. I need to pick up two shifts a month and work one holiday a year. Just don't want to completely leave, just in case...

2. Buy a Keurig coffee maker. I bought it yesterday, used it this morning, and mmmmm. Heaven.

Now all I need to do is figure out what to bring to the classroom and what to keep at home. As of now, it is a complete blank slate with the exception of a few models of plants and cells, and I think perhaps a skeleton poster.

Yay!

new four eyes

So this entire gluten free diet thing really isn't as hard as I thought it would be. And it's so much healthier! Today I made a totally awesome Mediterranean Chicken and Spinach Rice Bake. Took forever with the chopping and browning and baking, but it turned out absolutely delicious and I have leftovers for tomorrow at work. I managed to even make it to the Erie County Fair yesterday with mom and gram. Totally thought I would freak out with the fried dough that I wouldn't be able to have, but I managed just fine and didn't even really crave it while there. I did get my french fries from Jack's though, thankfully because all they have there are, well, fries, which made it safe. Tomorrow is leftover day, and then Thursday will be Quinoa and Mushroom night. Friday I'm thinking Rueben Wraps, but that would involve my having to find corned beef at this time of year, which is harder than I thought it would be.

Also, I'm now a four-eyes for the first time since I was nine. I had glasses during the elementary school years. Not sure if I had them only because everyone else had them so I did as well or if I really needed them...don't remember to be honest. But I basically just stopped wearing them then cause I didn't like them anymore (leading me to the former option there.) So now I have new ones...I feel so special cause they're Burberry and I get a nice little plaid case. Very stylish...I really feel like a teacher now. Or student. Or both...who knows. (Yay for 4.0 GPA for the summer, maintaining my perfect GPA for the masters with one semester to go!)

gluten free, it's good to be

We finally figured out what has been wrong with me, well...my entire life I guess you could say. I have celiac disease, meaning no gluten. I've been following the diet now for the past week and a half, and with a little planning it's not all that bad, and I feel like I've done a total 180 turn around with my health. Gone are the constant stomach pains, cramps, and bloating, the frequent trips to the bathroom are lessening not only in frequency but in severity too. And I just feel in general, better.

In other news...I survived science camp. It was hellish at times, but fun in general and the kids absolutely loved it, which is really ultimately all that matters. It was definitely one of the more exhausting weeks of my life though, getting to school at 7am every day and getting home around 7.30pm every night without fail only to have to type up reflections or part of the action research project or update the lesson plan or something else like that. Craziness, but fun. And I'm getting a reference letter from our "science guy" for the week, which he tells me I won't be disappointed by, so I'm a happy girl with that. Having an extra one here and there never hurts, that's for sure. But yeah, the kids loved it, I got to see two of my students from Alden which was awesome (and they told me I was their favourite teacher this past year, yay!), and I learned a ton doing it. That's all that matters, right?