School Before Students

Unless you're a teacher, you may never think about or experience what a school is like without the students. First and foremost, it is quiet, very quiet, eerily quiet, disturbingly quiet. And if you comment on this unnatural quiet, you will inevitably be told to "enjoy it while it lasts," which all in all is not bad advice.

New teacher orientation started last Thursday, and I feel like I've been going nonstop ever since then. First was a day and a half with all the other new teachers (twenty three of us in all). It was a lot of meeting new people, which I never am comfortable with, but I did alright. 

Then all the staff returned to work, which led to meeting more people on Friday afternoon. I got to meet the paraprofessionals that I will be working with, who, understandably were full of questions that I, understandably, did not have answers to.

Friday was followed by my last two days at the grocery store. The schedule had me down for two opening cash office shifts. The cash office is my favorite place to work, but I really would have used some time to sleep in. My last days at the grocery store passed with no fan fair, which after working there for six years, was a little disappointing. My grocery career is now over, I hope.

Monday morning brought me back to school for the staff kick off breakfast. It was vaguely reminiscent of the days of walking through the cafeteria, looking for a place to sit, but I found some soon enough. After breakfast was the official kick off program, where I had to stand up and be recognized as a new teacher (which I dislike), and a guest speaker, John Antonetti, who was surprisingly entertaining. I usually hate guest speakers at things like this, but he did a fantastic job. Then back to the school for some work in the classroom, which was followed by the never ending payroll and benefits meeting (don't get me wrong, I'm all for both pay and benefits, but this meeting was ridiculous).

Tuesday brought an all staff meeting at my school, where I had to stand up and introduce myself (which I really dislike) and more classroom time. A lot of that time was spent reading IEPs in the hopes of getting to know my students. Tuesday night brought our open house, which gave me the chance to meet students and parents, all but one and I have met the mother. This got me excited for the school year to begin.

Today, panic set in. Students are arriving tomorrow, and I feel in no way prepared for them. The next two days will be chaos, no matter how much more I prepare, but I'm hoping I have enough coverage figured out to get us through tomorrow and Friday. I'll use the long weekend to hammer out the schedule details and continue on from there. 

Tomorrow the halls will be filled with students, and I'm sure I will miss the quiet from the past few days. 

Project Talk: It's a Wrap

So, my invisibility wrap has been completed for some time now (done in enough time to wear to the wedding I wanted to). But I've been slacking on getting the photos off of my camera and getting them posted, both on here and on Ravelry. I wish I could say it was because I was super busy doing something super wonderful, but alas, I've pretty much just been lazy (and no, I haven't written up that sock pattern yet, either). Though the past couple of weeks have been a little bit crazy, it is still mostly laziness.

 So here are, as promised, photos of the wrap:



There are a couple from a photo shoot outside, one showing the length, and one showing more detail. Both shot while hanging from my porch railing. I'm still looking for good places to photograph my finished projects.


And a final couple of photos from the wedding, where you can see the wrap in actual action. It was a hit at the wedding. It looked great with the dress and got a ton of compliments. However, the wedding was outdoors, in July, in Wisconsin, and there was no real need for any kind of wrap. Plus the alpaca and silk blend is warmer than I ever thought a thin little thread couple be. This is actually a common mistake for me with lace, I forget, because it is lightweight and full of holes, that it can be warm. And let me assure you, it can be.

One of the few time a pic of my bum will
be posted, believe me.

With the exception of an extra large hole in one column, I am happy with how this piece turned out. At first I was less than pleased with the bead placement. I imagined them more sporadically placed and not in the rows, but I've adjusted to that and moved on. The yarn is beautiful and transitions from light to dark grey and will look great with a variety of colors. The beads add just the right amount of sparkle to the piece. It is big enough to work as a wrap, but also light enough to wear as a scarf. The length is enough to wrap around my neck a couple time or loop around my head and then wrap around my neck like a cowl in the cold. It will be a great addition to my wardrobe and hopefully, get a lot of use.

When It Rains, It Pours

It's been a time of celebration in my household. After a year and a half of searching, applying, interviewing, and rejection, I have finally landed a teaching job! A real, actual, full time with benefits, in charge of my own classroom, teaching job. A true to the whirlpool that is my life, it all happened very quickly and at the absolute last possible minute.


After a soul-crushing number of interviews, and an equally soul-crushing review of my interview skills with the Director of Pupil Services at one of the districts where I sub, I was seriously at the point of giving up on a teaching career. There was some amount of allure in a mindless sort of 40 hour per week job. And as I'm pushing 30, the lack of retirement was getting scarier and scarier.  I began searching for other jobs in the area that might be willing to hire a currently underemployed teacher.  However, I still searched for teaching jobs, kept an eye on the market and occasionally applied for the posted jobs.


It the past couple of weeks, I have applied for four teaching jobs. A couple of days after applying for one, I got an email setting up an interview for the next week. I ended up having to shift my entire work schedule around to make it, but I did go in for the interview. Despite (or maybe due to) the cruel frank review of my interview skills, I decided to go in swinging for the fences (I know, I'm not a baseball fan, but none of the sports I actually follow have as good of a metaphor). My husband recommended that I go in with my customer service attitude (after 6 years in the local grocery store, I've had to smile at and chat with a lot of people, ones I liked and others, not so much). I left the interview feeling pretty good, but didn't want to get my hopes up.


On my way to that interview, another of the schools I applied to called to set up another last minute interview. They were looking for a long-term sub for a semester in a position that could turn into a full-time position. And the school was on the fringe of the commuter radius I established at the start of this never ending job search. Not ideal, but better than nothing, and they were willing to interview me on a day I had off from the store.


The following day, I had a pretty good omen. The school I had interviewed at called one of my references. Well, that's a step farther than I had gotten on a lot of these interviews. Again, I didn't want to get my hopes up, but they were starting to rise.


The next day rolled around, and the interview at the second school. I didn't feel that one went nearly as well, but the drive sucked and it was only for a semester, so I didn't get too upset about it. What I did start to get upset about was the fact that I hadn't heard from the first school. I was feeling pretty down, but then a call from the third school raised my spirits.


Then, it happened. The first school called back and said they were recommending me for the position. I needed to come in for what they called a "second interview" with the school superintendent. I was worried about this second interview, even though the teachers I talked to made it sound more like a formality. Not wanting to jinx anything, but feeling pretty confident, I told a select group of friends and relatives (that's right, feel honored if you were in that group).  


The weekend passed. Before setting up the second interview, I heard back from school number 2 (the interview I thought I bombed). Apparently, they also wanted to hire me for the long term sub job. I'm not going to lie, that one shocked me. The school needed an answer right away, so I took a bit of a gamble and told them I had already accepted another job (hoping that it was indeed a formality). Of course, the second interview was scheduled at the same time as the interview for the third school, so I had to take another risk and cancel the interview at the third school (really, really hoping that it was a mere formality).


And yesterday, I went into my second interview. Believe me, I breathed a sigh of relief when some of the superintendent's first words to me were, "The committee recommended you for the position, so I'm going to recommend you." After a chat with him, I had an actual teaching job. An actual teaching job where orientation started in only two days, with students starting school in only eight total days (see what I mean about the last possible moment?).


Despite the rush of all of it, I thrilled to have this job. The school district has a wonderful reputation and everyone that I've met seems to be friendly and helpful.  I alternate between that feeling of elation and the feeling of terror when I think about being in charge of a classroom, a caseload of students, and two paraprofessionals in a little more than a week.


I'll be teaching, at the elementary level, students with severe disabilities. I've visited my school, and seen my classroom. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that both are beautiful. I have access to a wide variety of technology and professionals to help my students. Starting tomorrow, I'm looking at nine days straight of work (this weekend will be my last weekend at the grocery store), but I'm excited about it. We will see how I feel after two days of orientation, two days in the grocery store cash office (yuppers, 5:30 am shifts for my last days), three days of in-service, an open house for parents, and two days of students.


Wish me luck as I embark on this (hopefully) wonderful new journey!

Process vs. Product

I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll say it again (and again), I'm a process knitter, not a project knitter. From what I've observed about knitting, most knitters fall into one of these two camps, though I think most are unaware that you can categorize knitters into these two types.


For me, it all comes down to a basic difference in knitting philosophy, a different reason for why we knit. I do not knit to make stuff, I knit for the enjoyment of knitting. I enjoy the click of the needles, the feel of the yarn, and the action of manipulating the yarn into little loops. The stuff that is created is an added perk, but not a reason to knit. It is all about the journey, not the final destination.


On the other hand, creating stuff is what it is all about for product knitters. After all knitting is a way to make stuff. I'm not saying that they don't enjoy knitting, it wouldn't make sense to knit if you didn't, but they enjoy the creation of a hand-knit item. The goal is to arrive at the destination. And in my experience, project knitters tend to complete more projects faster than process knitters.


Being a process knitter also explains some of my knitting habits to me. I don't mind having projects that sit on the needles for long periods of time, because it's not about getting the projects done. This is also why I have pieces that are almost finished sitting in a basket because they simply need to be assemble, or have ends woven in. I enjoy the process, but I don't necessarily enjoy the finishing work, and since I'm in no hurry to have a completed item, I don't mind letting the pieces sit. I'm pretty sure this is also why I'm not so good at knitting on a deadline.


However, despite of my love of the process, every once in awhile, a project gets in my head. I'll come across a pattern or design or idea, and it will become an obsession. I will toss everything else aside and focus solely on one project until it is done. It happened with my Llama hat, my Owls Pullover, and my Carry-All Tote.


But this is rare for me, up to today, it had only happened three times in years of knitting. But now, it has happened again. I was browsing patterns in the latest issue of the Twist Collective (an online knitting magazine) and came across a pattern that I knew that I had to knit, the Sheepcote Pullover. I can't explain it, it was love at first sight.


I saw the sweater, followed the link to the pattern, and printed it out. Then I spent time digging through my stash to see if I had yarn that would work (I didn't). Then I spent a good portion of the afternoon going back and forth. Logically, I knew that I should first knit with the yarn I have stored upstairs and not by new yarn. But that would mean putting this sweater on hold. I wrestled with myself for a long time, but finally gave in to my impulse. I ordered the yarn for this sweater. I also know that as soon as the yarn arrives, I will cast on and knit on it obsessively until it is complete. That's what happens.


In the end, it's not so bad. I'll have a new sweater to wear by the time sweater weather hits Wisconsin (probably before). And I fully intend to not buy more yarn before the end of the year. I know I have a good sized stash, and I should be able to knit from it for some time after this project. And I don't feel too bad about giving in to this urge, knowing that it most likely will be a long time before the next one hits (I hope, it hasn't been that long since I finished the Carry-All).


Because I know there is some obsessive knitting looming on the horizon, I am going to be working overtime on the Bridges of Roses socks, I've started on the leg of the first sock, so hopefully I can get it finished (especially as they are a birthday present for my mother-in-law, whose birthday was five days ago). I'd also like to get in some progress on the Mythos Cardigan, so here's hoping that shipping is slow!

Project Talk: Loose Ends

I have weaving loose ends on my knitting, I despise it, I detest it, and I avoid it whenever possible. To join yarns I usually try to spit felt (such an attractive term) or splice them together, I leave them hang if the project is going to be lined, I use the ends up and seaming. But sometimes, there is no way to avoid it, and you end up with somewhere between one and two, or a whole mess of ends to weave in. In these cases, the only thing to do is to grumble, complain, curse, and deal with it. 

A pile of loose ends.

This is the main drawback of working on my Scrap Sock Yarn Blanket. It is one of those projects that I am destined to be working on forever. It is designed as a blanket made up of mitered squares joined together. Each square only uses less than 5 grams of yarn (for comparison, a single sock uses between 30 and 50 grams), so this project is the perfect way to use up those little balls leftover from socks. However, this construction leaves you with at least one, and sometimes two loose end per square, which annoys me, but I cannot figure out a way to prevent it.

Much better!

I've taken to stopping at the end of each new row of squares and going back to weave in the ends from that section. Rows are either 14 or 15 squares long, which gives me somewhere between 15 and 30 ends to weave in per row. This is not ideal, but I'm certain that I will appreciate the effort I put in to stop between rows when I finish the blanket.

And there's much more to come!

However, at this point finishing the project seems like a far away dream to me at this point. This is the epitome of a long-term project. I started this project in September 2008 and at this point am completing the fourth row of squares. Also, for some reason now unclear to me, I decided to make the blanket about 5 feet wide. When it is finished, it will be huge, but right now it is a blanket that is 5 feet wide and only 8 inches tall. I have, however managed to amass a large collection of sock yarn to use, which I guess, is something. Plus, each pair of socks I knit provides me with more yarn.


After my frenzy of finishing last week, I decided to take it easy for a week and avoid any projects that are driven by a deadline. I enjoy process knitting much more than product knitting anyway. I had met two of my deadlines and have almost a month to meet the next one, for which I'll cast on this weekend. I also need to post both finished photos and action shots of the Invisibility Shawl, which turned out quite lovely. It looked great with my dress and received many compliments this weekend. But right now, I'm going to continue to work on tiny squares and enjoy the simple, easy knitting.