Teaching In Alaska

I don’t have any daring adventures or exciting events to share, but instead some little tid-bits that are neither here nor there, but rather everyday stuff in between.  I live in a little red home with pealing paint and a grizzly-gray front door.  We share our front stairway with Miss Jill and take turns sweeping away the snow drift.  My house was only about 20 yards from the old school, which was nice for working late nights.  The new school is much farther away, but I love the crisp morning walk to work beneath a blanket of black sky speckled with clusters of stars and one brilliant moon.

This past Thursday felt like the first few weeks of painful struggle and tug-a-war with the kids that I faced in the old school.  By the end of the day I’m not sure who was counting down the seconds until the bell would ring more: the students or myself.  The kids kept saying things like, “I hate school,” and “I won’t come tomorrow” under their breath and outright and I felt like joining in with the chorus.  But Friday was a new day and when I came out in the morning to greet kids as they were eating breakfast, I couldn’t help but run back to my classroom for my camera to snap a picture of Susie and Lydia serving food in the lunchroom.  Check out what is hanging out on the floor in the background.  Pretty classic taste of AK bush.

On Friday, Trevor and I took off as quick as possible to do a little winter camping.  We had Scotty and Brian drop us off at the canal and then made tracks south across the water toward the mainland; our goal was to get as close to the mountain as possible.  When we set out it was already dark.  We had cloud cover, but it was a pretty bright walk due to the two day old full moon, and the clouds kept in some extra heat making the temperature about 25 degrees.  The next day was 10 to 15 degrees cooler, but while we were out and about moving around I felt pretty toasty, so I was pleased with that (I was testing out a parka that I’ve had for just over a week now). At night, though, I was a pretty chilly kid, so I’m trying to think about how I need to prepare for my next winter adventure, whenever that may be.  I am thinking a sleeping bag liner may be a smart purchase.  More than anything, it was nice to get outside and away for a day to enjoy the frozen tundra.

Walking on Ocean Ice

This is a picture of our tracks behind us as we walked back toward town Saturday afternoon.  To the left you can see the small hill that sticks out from the rest of the horizon: the mountain we were shooting for when we set out Friday night.  As the picture portrays, it was a pretty nice day to be out and about: a slight wind but all and all, pretty great.

Below is Trevor also excited to be outside.

I ended Saturday night by having Charlie come over to make some home-crafted pizza.  To do so I had to pick up some ingredients from the AC, pizza sauce was one of the ingredients on the list.  We had a blast putting the pizza together (even made a pepperoni map of the state including St. Lawrence Island and Kodiak), but I didn’t realize until after the pizza came out of the oven that I completely forgot to put on the pizza sauce!  Problem solved by making a dipping bowl for those who wanted sauce for their cheesy bread pizza.

Well, that is the most recent!  Hope everyone is doing well :0).

There is just so very much to catch up on, realizing my last post was the day before school began in August. My only hope is to briefly state that there were rough patches in the beginning weeks/ first two months, but there have also been delightful adventures and memories and things to laugh in memory of. Instead of wading through, and poorly recalling. significant moments from the past, I’ll share some shiny new tales from the last two weeks.

This past weekend I took a fairly impromptu jump over to Unalakleet (flying over with Doug and peppering him with questions about sights he’s seen from above, like whales, walrus, seals, and polar bear) for an Iditarod lesson planning work weekend. We spent the day Saturday digging through BSSD wiki resources and pooling together ideas for lessons in all subject areas come the time of the Iditarod beginning March 7, 2009. For me, this was a golden opportunity to fully appreciate the sources at my fingertips through the BSSD wiki pages and to just sit and spend time exploring. Many folks put together great plans and units even within the short time we were together, that are easily available to every teacher in the district. It is all just so smart.

And with such a sweet group coming together from all over the district, we had a blast outside of the office too. Saturday night was spent sardined into Jon and Rebecca’s nicely sized living-room with three guitars, a mandalay, and a fiddle: an unbeatable combination for a toe-tapping time.

There is more to smile about and share, but unfortunately my time is cut short by the necessity to do these things called work and preparation, and I am struggling to upload a photo.  Alas, there will be more to come; no guarantees on when that may be, but more to come all the same.

Its a late Saturday night–the Saturday before my first day back to school, just hours away–and I’m rounding on midnight here in my 4th grade classroom.  Today has been delightfully active.  We had a teacher work day that was broken up in the middle by a community welcome-back-to-school assembly.  Some adults and many kids clambered into the gym bleachers: the kids running around excited to see one another and be in the gym, the adults sitting among the young, some welcoming me to the community.  Some of the children that knew my name already called out their hellos.  Dan began the assembly by welcoming everyone back for a new year and then introducing us new staff members.  The crowd found it quite a kick to learn that Dan had actually taught me at one point when I was in high school.   Carolyn and a games committee had arranged some competitions and prizes, so adults and children alike were brought forth for different challenges.  We ended the event by pulling out the lunch tables and eating some grub of hot dogs, potato salad, and baked beans.

After school we cleaned up shop and I hustled to finish as many little tasks as possible before being “picked up” by Charlie and Bobby to go berry picking.  Bobby is a teacher’s aid for Jodi (down the hall in special ed) who was a saint yesterday and not only helped me with my classroom, but did a boring, tedious task.  She also stops by every once in awhile just to say hello and chat.  Charlie is Bobby’s younger sister who was just hired to take the 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders for their PE period, among other assignments.  Bobby’s daughter and niece came with us berry picking across the tundra and we had a marvelous time breathing in the tundra fragrances beneath the high sun.  Even a slight breeze worked in our favor to brush off any pesky bugs.

When I came home I made myself some dinner and was just in the middle of washing my mess when there was a knock at the door.  Aaron, on of the boys that will be in my class on Monday, came to see if Austin had been around.  I recruited him to rinse off the suds as I finished scrubbing the last few dishes and then gave him a slice of the sourdough bread I had made late last night before heading out the door with him in search of Austin.  When we found Austin we made our way back to my home so that Austin could try some bread too, played a couple of games of cards and then tossed a frisbee outside.  Lots of boys came to join us for something resembling 500 without the points and I recognized a few more faces of boys who would be in my class.  After a half hour or longer I bid my farewell with the frisbee and headed over here to put in some much needed work.  The classroom is coming together, but there is still much to be done.

All this to be said, even though I am putting in late nights at “the office,” I am having much too much fun to be accused of being a workaholic.

Hello family!

So much has been happening, it’s hard to know quite where to begin. The transition from home to Anchorage to Saint Michael was a mess: another reminder of how greatly I dislike packing. Somehow items and articles fell into their places within boxes and bags and found their way into the car and to the post office just in time for our late morning departure around the mountains to Anchorage, where we met up with Chris and Robin.

Lacey and Me motering to Stebbins

The picture above is of my new roommate, Lacey, and myself high jacking Dan’s four wheeler for the 11 mile ride to Stebbins.  This is a pretty good representation of the beautiful weather we have been having here on the island; it actually feels like summer!  Stebbins has been a pretty hot spot to visit for us the past couple weeks.  Aside from the sweet staff, there is a net tied off shore that we help pull in for our split of salmon.  We untangle the fish, wash them off in the salty sea water, and then haul them in a bin up by the school to slime up our hands even more and fillet the fish to freeze for winter.  It is a fun time together, working steadily, blood and guts up to your elbows, teasing and telling jokes to the kids who sit on the railings nearby or play games to catch your attention.

Like a Pro

Brian has this down.

Shawn, the first picture after me cutting up the fish, is also a new teacher to the district.  He is pretty tight, so I am excited he is so close over in Stebbins.  The next photo is of Brian.  Brian is one of the cool new teachers that came to Saint Michael with me.  Venturing north from Baltimore, Brian has been chomping at the bit for his bike pump to come in so that he can take his wheels out on the prairie.  I have never seen bike tires as large as the tires he has on this bike.  They are pretty monstrous.  Brian is really funny, laid back… reminds me a lot of Brad Page, actually.

So that is a little bit about Brian.  Let me tell you about the other awesome guys that came in new to Saint Michael with me.  Jeff and Paul are from Wisconsin.  Paul is Jeff’s dad.  They are both so funny.  Paul has the most subtle and comical sense of humor.  He is easy to talk to and fun to hang out with.  Jeff is also extremely funny, and he is really good at card tricks.  They are probably some of the best card tricks I have seen.  The kids love him already.  Paul will be our elementary counselor and Jeff is teaching 1st grade right next door to me.  His classroom already looks perfect (he has a magnificent para).  This is a picture of Jeff, Paul and me walking down by the beach in search of beach glass.

The next staff member picture requires a little bit of explanation.  Two Sundays ago now, we were about to head down the road over to Stebbins to pull in the net when Robin, a woman who lives here in town and works somehow with the schools, showed up at our door welcoming us to come check out two balugas that had been pulled up to shore.  By the time we pulled up one whale was already in the process of being cut up, while the other laid nearby.  There was a small gathering of children and men and women.  Our flock of new teachers were all very excited, taking photos.  We were offered some muctuc, the thick white layer of baluga skin to chew on and test out.  It was crunchy and rubbery at the same time.  Here is a photo of Trevor grinding away at his piece of muctuc, and me doing the same in the photo after.

Trevor chewing on Muctuc.

Not exactly flattering, but a wonderful adventure.

I don’t have a good picture of Scotty yet, but he is just as awesome as the rest of the group.  I cannot say enough how much I enjoy these five guys who I have the opportunity to work with.  They are all so funny and willing to try new things and laid back.  I could go on and on about each of them.

I need to run, but here are a couple of other cool pictures of this majestic place I get to call home.

Down by the North Glass Beach

I know this was long in coming, but I have truly been jumping from one great activity to the next, as you can see from the pictures and the stories.  I do intend to write more!  Lots of love to each of you!

On March 26, 2008 I was officially offered and accepted my first teaching contract while sitting in my South Hall apartment at Pacific Lutheran University. The contract was promptly emailed to my current email account and I was able to have a brief conversation about logistics before being interrupted by a piercing alarm and a smog of smoke. The saying stands true, where there’s smoke, there’s fire and in my case the microwave was taking a beating. Fortunately for me my contract was already agreed upon. No turning back for either party.

The contract (above)…. followed by smoldering excitement (below). Six firemen joined in the fun.

All said and done, this next year I am planning on embarking on an incredible adventure of challenge and growth and learning in a small village known as St. Michael on an island up north in the Bering Straight of Alaska.

Just look for the yellow tack. That is my soon-to-be home. I’ll put up a better photo later in life.