I am posting a few pics from the trip and so ya'll get a glimpse of the fun I had. I am also posting the video of "the shark."
Love,
Amy
Monday, May 26, 2008
My 1st Deep Sea Fishing Experience
So, I was talked into going to Alligator Point, FL for Memorial Day weekend with Ben. His cousins have a townhouse right on the bay—which leads to the Gulf. I had a blast! I caught my first grouper while I was trying to catch a snapper. I also watched Ben's cousin reel in a 300 lb. shark. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!
I am posting a few pics from the trip and so ya'll get a glimpse of the fun I had. I am also posting the video of "the shark."
Love,
Amy
I am posting a few pics from the trip and so ya'll get a glimpse of the fun I had. I am also posting the video of "the shark."
Love,
Amy
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Excited is an understatement..
I'm an ALUMNAE!
I now have a degree from The University of Southern Mississippi in business technology education! Now...for the drum roll please--I am now officially employed!! That is the best news of all. I will be an instructor at Pearl River Community College and start in August. How blessed am I? The Lord truly worked through this whole experience. Ask me and I will tell you the story.
Anyway, I have posted some pictures below of graduation. Most of the pictures are of me and there is one of Ben's at William Carey. I am so proud of him. He has not only accomplished being the first in his family to graduate college, but the first to enter graduate school. I will be updating soon and posting more photos..
Amy
I now have a degree from The University of Southern Mississippi in business technology education! Now...for the drum roll please--I am now officially employed!! That is the best news of all. I will be an instructor at Pearl River Community College and start in August. How blessed am I? The Lord truly worked through this whole experience. Ask me and I will tell you the story.
Anyway, I have posted some pictures below of graduation. Most of the pictures are of me and there is one of Ben's at William Carey. I am so proud of him. He has not only accomplished being the first in his family to graduate college, but the first to enter graduate school. I will be updating soon and posting more photos..
Amy
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
The Search is on....HELP!
Well, in 10 days I will officially be gnawing my nails if I have not found a job. I am in dire need of a job--a decent paying one I might add. So, if you know anyone in the Hattiesburg, MS area who I can contact-LET ME KNOW!
Sorry this blog isn't long, I am currently e-mailing my resumes and calling people. Hope all is well with everyone!
Love always,
Amy
Monday, March 24, 2008
The Countdown Begins.......
Well, this past week marked a midpoint in school, which means I am almost an alumna of The University of Southern Mississippi! Never thought it would actually happen!
This weekend was wonderful. I got to see my family and some friends, but most of all some beautiful spring weather. Sunday we were invited to spend lunch in Clinton, MS at Aunt Robbie and Uncle Gene's which was awesome because she sent me back some much loved leftovers. That lady can cook! I was so happy to see my sweet sweet cousins Perry and Molly--even though I do get tired of hearing the ROLL TIDE! chant from Perry when you just mention Alabama. Good thing I love her.
The weekend ended with me filling in holes dug by Dolly (which if anyone knows a way to stop her--please e-mail!). I hope everyone's Easter was as wonderful as mine....
Amy
Monday, February 4, 2008
It's Mardi Gras time! This is a picture of Kevin Costner on a float in Louisiana. Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday and the end to all this madness.
Today was Day One of me trying to lose the 5 pounds I gained at Christmas. Having King Cakes around town is not helping me any either!
Student teaching is going real well and the students are great! I can't believe how they take everything in that I tell them. I am really blessed to have such a great bunch. I am trying to decide what I want to do next year while I am getting my master's. I truly love working with this bunch. Maybe the Lord sent me here to student teach for a reason--Everything happens for a reason!
--amy
Monday, January 21, 2008
Teacher...well, it's student teacher for now.
Well, this week is my big debut in the classroom and I am really nervous. No, it's not the students that make me nervous--it's the unknown. Yes, I have spent two years preparing for this BUT I feel as though I have gone blank.
I do know that I cannot wait to get in the classroom to work with the students. I truly feel this is my calling in life. I want to make a difference. I don't mind if it's a 30 year old student or a 15 year old--I just want to touch someone in a special way. My advisor shared an inspiring story a few days ago and it made me realize the teacher I want to be. Even if you're not in the teaching field, I really think it will touch your heart, too:
There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on her very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour.
On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer-the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
I do know that I cannot wait to get in the classroom to work with the students. I truly feel this is my calling in life. I want to make a difference. I don't mind if it's a 30 year old student or a 15 year old--I just want to touch someone in a special way. My advisor shared an inspiring story a few days ago and it made me realize the teacher I want to be. Even if you're not in the teaching field, I really think it will touch your heart, too:
There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on her very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour.
On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer-the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
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