This poem is modeled after the one by Langston Hughes, called I too, Sing in America. I thought I would create my own. Here it is.
I Too, Believe in America
I too, believe in America
Because I am the girl that was believed in
“You can do it!” She said to me, and I believe her
I believed her belief in me
Sometimes it’s hard and big and challenging
And scary
But I believe
I am the girl whose beliefs were persecuted
Judged for believing in myself
And for believing God loves everyone
He believes in us
He is the one who whispers “You can do it!”
Do you believe Him?
I do
I will be the one
Who cheers to the children “You can do it!”
I believe in them
Will they?
I believe in the children of America
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Friday, September 18, 2009
Amazed at the Kindness of Others
Dear friends,
I must share with you a story. It's a story of illness and pain, of fear and of hope. But mostly this is a story of great kindess and compassion.
Our story starts four months ago with a young woman, and a sharp pain right below her belly button. "Oh!" she cries out, doubling over and clutching her stomach. A few deep breaths later the pain passes, almost as quickly as it came. As the pain left, fear entered in. She didn't have health insurance. A few weeks later, the pain returns, coming in waves. Washing over her, engulfing her, then passing as quickly as it had come. This continues, every few weeks the pain would wash over her, coming spraticly for a few days, then disappering altogether until the next time. But two days ago, the pain changed. It started in the usual way, by sweeping in and taking her breath away, then leaving like a ghost. Then in the middle of the night, nauseating and strong, the pain pierced her and woke her from her rest. Fear was in her husband's eyes--what could he do? What could he do?
The next morning he took her to the student wellness center, where she was poked, and proded in rather an unpleasent way by incredibly pleasent people. In the end though, they figured out what was wrong. She was sick, but not near as sick as they had feared. A simple infection cured by antibiotics. But fear came again--how much would it cost? The couple, though happy, was literally living on love and savings. The verdict: $6.45 for the antibotics. In total the visit only cost $58 including the medicine. Oh the sweet relief! She was going to get well, and wasn't made bankrupt for the help. The nurses and doctors there were so kind to help her.
Then her sweet man took her to yet another doctor--Planned Parenthood, where she was poked and proded again. This time a young hispanic nurse named Buffy told her the total cost was $48, but she didn't have to pay any of it. She only had to pay what she was able to pay them. and it would be recieved as a donation. Wow! What incredible kindness. She was stunned. "Thank you." she said.
This story is ending with a happy story. The woman is getting better, and her husband has hope. But is that the moral of the story? We should be kind because this woman recieved kindness. She in turn, I know is being kind to others. She is going to help another young woman get home to see her family, but where must kindness start? Are we only allowed to be kind to those who are kind to us? or do we only let ourselves be kind to others if others have been kind first? I don't know, and I suppose that for every person it is different.
As for me, It never ceases to amaze me--how kind and compassionate another human being can be.
Lovely Lydia
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I must share with you a story. It's a story of illness and pain, of fear and of hope. But mostly this is a story of great kindess and compassion.
Our story starts four months ago with a young woman, and a sharp pain right below her belly button. "Oh!" she cries out, doubling over and clutching her stomach. A few deep breaths later the pain passes, almost as quickly as it came. As the pain left, fear entered in. She didn't have health insurance. A few weeks later, the pain returns, coming in waves. Washing over her, engulfing her, then passing as quickly as it had come. This continues, every few weeks the pain would wash over her, coming spraticly for a few days, then disappering altogether until the next time. But two days ago, the pain changed. It started in the usual way, by sweeping in and taking her breath away, then leaving like a ghost. Then in the middle of the night, nauseating and strong, the pain pierced her and woke her from her rest. Fear was in her husband's eyes--what could he do? What could he do?
The next morning he took her to the student wellness center, where she was poked, and proded in rather an unpleasent way by incredibly pleasent people. In the end though, they figured out what was wrong. She was sick, but not near as sick as they had feared. A simple infection cured by antibiotics. But fear came again--how much would it cost? The couple, though happy, was literally living on love and savings. The verdict: $6.45 for the antibotics. In total the visit only cost $58 including the medicine. Oh the sweet relief! She was going to get well, and wasn't made bankrupt for the help. The nurses and doctors there were so kind to help her.
Then her sweet man took her to yet another doctor--Planned Parenthood, where she was poked and proded again. This time a young hispanic nurse named Buffy told her the total cost was $48, but she didn't have to pay any of it. She only had to pay what she was able to pay them. and it would be recieved as a donation. Wow! What incredible kindness. She was stunned. "Thank you." she said.
This story is ending with a happy story. The woman is getting better, and her husband has hope. But is that the moral of the story? We should be kind because this woman recieved kindness. She in turn, I know is being kind to others. She is going to help another young woman get home to see her family, but where must kindness start? Are we only allowed to be kind to those who are kind to us? or do we only let ourselves be kind to others if others have been kind first? I don't know, and I suppose that for every person it is different.
As for me, It never ceases to amaze me--how kind and compassionate another human being can be.
Lovely Lydia
et
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
INST 1040--blogging about blogs
Hello Blogletts,
In order to meet requirements for one of my many classes, occasionally I will post assignments on the Life of Lovely Lydia. Today's assignment is for Technology for Teachers, and I have to find a blog and blog about the blog.
So I went to http://nhokanson.wordpress.com/ He had two things on his blog that really impressed me. The first was a youtube clip called "Did you know 4.0". I just really liked it. So many of the YouTube clips that I watch are similar to the 'Rap Chop'--Which is my husband's favorite clip of the moment. I included the Rap chop link at the bottom.
The other thing I really admired about this man was his comments about September 11th, and being a teacher during the catastrophe. The other day my Mentor Teacher had the 6th graders I was observing write their thoughts about September 11th, 2001. I was in the 7th grade when the attacks happened. I remember I was late to school that day, and I remember how horrified I was. I could not comprehend why anyone would intentionally run a plane into a building. These kids, however, were only 3 when it happened. I was lucky enough to have the opportunities to read these 6th graders' journals. Some kids thought that September 11th should become a national holiday where kids get out of school and have watermelon eating contests. One thought the twin towers were really big hotels. Another thought that we should stop bring it up or we will end up "killing the memory". What impressed me most was the quality of the writing. Many kids did research and found out more about the event; many asked their parents. One kid even related September 11 to Pearl Harbor. I was overall impressed with the kids' depth of thought and their ability to articulate that in writing.
Lovely Lydia
et
Ps. Seriously, this Youtube clip--Hilarious.
Slap Chop Rap-- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWRyj5cHIQA
In order to meet requirements for one of my many classes, occasionally I will post assignments on the Life of Lovely Lydia. Today's assignment is for Technology for Teachers, and I have to find a blog and blog about the blog.
So I went to http://nhokanson.wordpress.com/ He had two things on his blog that really impressed me. The first was a youtube clip called "Did you know 4.0". I just really liked it. So many of the YouTube clips that I watch are similar to the 'Rap Chop'--Which is my husband's favorite clip of the moment. I included the Rap chop link at the bottom.
The other thing I really admired about this man was his comments about September 11th, and being a teacher during the catastrophe. The other day my Mentor Teacher had the 6th graders I was observing write their thoughts about September 11th, 2001. I was in the 7th grade when the attacks happened. I remember I was late to school that day, and I remember how horrified I was. I could not comprehend why anyone would intentionally run a plane into a building. These kids, however, were only 3 when it happened. I was lucky enough to have the opportunities to read these 6th graders' journals. Some kids thought that September 11th should become a national holiday where kids get out of school and have watermelon eating contests. One thought the twin towers were really big hotels. Another thought that we should stop bring it up or we will end up "killing the memory". What impressed me most was the quality of the writing. Many kids did research and found out more about the event; many asked their parents. One kid even related September 11 to Pearl Harbor. I was overall impressed with the kids' depth of thought and their ability to articulate that in writing.
Lovely Lydia
et
Ps. Seriously, this Youtube clip--Hilarious.
Slap Chop Rap-- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWRyj5cHIQA
Will I ever be a teacher?
Welcome to my very first posting as a blog. Ta Da!
My name is Lydia, and I'm going to be a teacher one day. Some days this feels farther away than other days, especially when I'm struggling to do a tricky assignment, or struggling to focus in a class that I know is applicable to my future and career, but I just can't keep my head from bobbing up and down in almost sleep. Right now all my classes are afternoon classes so I can observe in a local classroom--Which is great!--but at 4 pm I think my brain takes a nap, and tries to take my body along with it. I'm currently a Junior in college, and the farther along I get in my program the more I realize how incredibly difficult of a job it is to be a teacher. My Mom and Mentor (she's a rocking kindergarten teacher) says that it's like eating an elephant--You just teach them a little bit at a time and by the end of the year the kids know a ton!
I'm newly married--almost three months now, and while living with another person is supposed to be challenging, I love it. (And my husband, of course.) I can definatly see why so many people get married after previous relationships have failed. Being married is hands down so much better than the single life. (At least in my opinion, but everything is my opinion obviously, this is my blog.) My favorite thing of the day about my husband: his smile. Be still my fluttering heart.
Well, I've decide that I shall set up this blog the same way I would set up a classroom so....Here are my self proclaimed rules, which I intend to follow. However, everyone knows that teachers are always the worst at following their own rules, but I'll give it a shot anyway!
1. Respect- What does that mean? Teachers always post this in their class rules and as a student I was always so confused! What it means is I will respect you, who ever is reading this, and hopefully those I write about. I'm not afraid to disagree or express my opinion, and I hope you aren't either in commenting. HOWEVER! I do request this: Please do not swear. Which brings me to my second rule.
2. No Swearing--meaning actual naughty words, use something else more creative, such as Fig! Fig Newton! That's what my grandmother says.
3. Nothing Crude, Rude, or Vulgar--Honestly people, let's keep it G. A classroom is (unless it's the halls of a high school.)
Lydia
et
My name is Lydia, and I'm going to be a teacher one day. Some days this feels farther away than other days, especially when I'm struggling to do a tricky assignment, or struggling to focus in a class that I know is applicable to my future and career, but I just can't keep my head from bobbing up and down in almost sleep. Right now all my classes are afternoon classes so I can observe in a local classroom--Which is great!--but at 4 pm I think my brain takes a nap, and tries to take my body along with it. I'm currently a Junior in college, and the farther along I get in my program the more I realize how incredibly difficult of a job it is to be a teacher. My Mom and Mentor (she's a rocking kindergarten teacher) says that it's like eating an elephant--You just teach them a little bit at a time and by the end of the year the kids know a ton!
I'm newly married--almost three months now, and while living with another person is supposed to be challenging, I love it. (And my husband, of course.) I can definatly see why so many people get married after previous relationships have failed. Being married is hands down so much better than the single life. (At least in my opinion, but everything is my opinion obviously, this is my blog.) My favorite thing of the day about my husband: his smile. Be still my fluttering heart.
Well, I've decide that I shall set up this blog the same way I would set up a classroom so....Here are my self proclaimed rules, which I intend to follow. However, everyone knows that teachers are always the worst at following their own rules, but I'll give it a shot anyway!
1. Respect- What does that mean? Teachers always post this in their class rules and as a student I was always so confused! What it means is I will respect you, who ever is reading this, and hopefully those I write about. I'm not afraid to disagree or express my opinion, and I hope you aren't either in commenting. HOWEVER! I do request this: Please do not swear. Which brings me to my second rule.
2. No Swearing--meaning actual naughty words, use something else more creative, such as Fig! Fig Newton! That's what my grandmother says.
3. Nothing Crude, Rude, or Vulgar--Honestly people, let's keep it G. A classroom is (unless it's the halls of a high school.)
Lydia
et
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