Water Bottle #Sol 16 Day 25
Participating in this challenge has been the best experience for me. Taking time to express my thoughts in writing has invigorated me on so many levels. It has been a pleasure to look forward and sit down and read others' insightful blog entries.
I find as I approach Day 31 that my entries are not as deep. I think of what I want to write, and I think too deep, too personal...I could blog about my approach to teaching Macbeth (which incited great class discussions), or my classroom management techniques, but I actually want my entries to take me away from what consumes my entire day: planning, grading, teaching...
So I have decided to write a very "corny" piece about my Water Bottle.
I need my water bottle like a baby needs his or her milk bottle.
There is no weaning me from my grey clear bottle with fading measurements.
When I curve my index finger around its small plastic hook, I am ready for the day's work: teaching, listening, grading, sorting, photocopying. I am hooked.
I always fill my dear water bottle in the morning
and during the day if I have been disciplined about drinking.
On a day filled with stress, when I have forgotten to take my
water bottle from my bag, I pull out a filled bottle from my
bag at night and shake my head...
Afraid I might be reverting back to my early days of teaching
when I went to work with no breakfast in my belly,
met students in the morning to help them with college essays,
met students at lunch to help them with homework.
I would skip eating my lunch.
When I first started teaching, I sometimes
did not even take the time to go to the restroom.
After 22 years of teaching, I now realize that teaching with a hungry belly
and a filled bladder did not make me a better teacher.
It simply made me a hungry teacher who really needed to
go to the bathroom.
Actually now, the first stop when I arrive to school is the restroom and
then I gulp some water after going up all the flights of steps.
God has placed my classroom not far from the restroom, so if needed
between classes and definitely at lunch, I go to to the restroom.
I once lost my bottle for a couple of days.
I felt lost and disoriented without it.
My water bottle.
It helps me in so many situations.
It saves me money when I go grab a bite to eat. No dollars spent on expensive
juices, water, or soda.
My water bottle stands proudly beside me.
When I am traveling home, I dig into my bag, and there is my water bottle
hopefully with a little water left. I am more than
delighted to drink the remaining drops.
Oh, yes, I spoke of loss.
When I did recover my bottle, my life seemed to have been restored.
If I am in a room where people are venting and inadvertently
sharing criticism about everything and nothing,
I can always take big gulps and pretend I am
too busy drinking and swallowing to participate...
Drinking water helps me
Stay out of gossip.
My water saves me from
an end-of-the day headache.
It keeps me from using the
disposable water bottles that pollute
Thank you for being there for me, water bottle
for many years now.