Mama didn’t Raise a Quitter, but maybe she should Have?

“Larissa, you seriously don’t have to finish that drink,” my friend proclaimed worried watching me take a deep breath holding a rather large drink in my hands.

“Mama didn’t raise no quitter!” I exclaimed in a drunken state chugging the remainder of the drink in one giant gulp. I had just finished a drink called the Road Raper, which got its’ name from the large amount of alcohol in the drink which included EverClear among many others. I previously had been at another bar and was already quite drunk before deciding to do this drinking challenge.

Even though I was successful in my endeavor to defeat the Road Raper (I still have the cup to prove it) the trip home  was not very successful. I still remember barely making it to my bed and watching the ceiling spin until I finally threw up the massive amount of alcohol in my stomach. The next day I regretted my decision and thought maybe mama should have told me it’s OK to quit sometimes.

Now don’t get me wrong, because my mom raised me not to quit is the reason I’ve been successful in many aspects of my life. I would have never survived training for my first marathon in one of the worse winters we’ve had in a long time without the don’t quit mentality. I’m constantly trying to push myself to do new things and prove people wrong and a lot of that stems from my up bringing of hard work results in a huge pay off. In many ways this is true but I also think “don’t quit” can be a dangerous mantra.

For example, growing up we never missed school unless we had a fever or puking our guts out. Now in my adult life, I tell myself I can’t miss work and am pretty sure I’ve gone to work with a fever and never even knew it. There has been so many times I’ve probably should have stayed home but didn’t want to appear weak or make other people do extra work because of my absence. When in fact, it is good to take a break especially when one is sick in order to not get worse or others sick.

Another thing that worries me about the don’t quit mentality is the impact it can have on personal relationships. For almost three years I dated a guy who had no real interests in me but I was smitten and thought it would eventually work out. I should have blocked his number after the first year, but instead hung on to the idea that one day our stars would align and we would be both be happy together. Instead, I wasted my time on someone who only wanted to hang out when he was bored.

Now, in my situation I at least just had someone who was harmless, just didn’t want any commitment. Some people don’t want to quit a relationship because it could be dangerous for their safety, they’re manipulated into thinking they need this person, or they have a family with this person and think they must stay for the purpose of their family. If they walk out on this relationship they are quitting on their family which is not healthy either for mental stability especially if this relationship is toxic.

Careers are another huge thing that society tells us we shouldn’t ever leave or quit. Yes, people tell you to have a job that makes you happy but people also hate on those who don’t work and make money. When you quit a job, sometimes it feels like you’re leaving a family or betraying people for your own selfish reasons but is it really that bad or is it just what we think people think?

It’s hard to find a balance of “is my job tough or do I hate my job?” which is something I’m struggling with currently. I’m constantly thinking is the mental strain worth the money and benefits or would I be happier working at Starbucks? Is it my career or is it the building? Do I need to go back to school? Or am I just lazy and need to suck it up? These questions haunt me and I’m sure others feel the same way. For me, I’m afraid it won’t be better at another place or another career. Is the grass always greener or am I really in a sucky situation where I need to escape while I’m still ahead and not completely stuck? I guess no one knows until they take that chance.

Quitting is never easy which is why many people just suck it up  but it can be such a relief once it is said and done. I remember the day I decided to quit basketball after my freshmen year. To this day it’s one of the hardest things I ever have done. I knew I was disappointing my family but I seriously hated my life that year I played high school basketball even though I loved the sport. I felt like I was letting my younger self down who always dreamed of being a varsity girl’s basketball player but it wasn’t worth the constant pit in my stomach before practice. Yes, I let a lot of people down but in the end no one really cared that I quit and I was happier because of it. I was able to focus more on running where I loved my teammates and felt like I belonged.

One person I’ve always admired is my youngest brother who doesn’t take shit from anyone. Maybe it’s because he was always smaller and knew he had to be tough, but he never let anyone get the best of him. Recently, he got an offer to help manage his college basketball team. After being disrespected and feeling like he was doing way more than he should have to do, he quit mid season because he knew he didn’t deserve to be treated the way he did. Even though many of us tried to convince him to stay for the sake of his twin, he stuck to his gut and is happier because of it. He is a prime example of quitting doesn’t mean you’re weak. It can mean you have the strength to know your worth and leave a situation that doesn’t benefit you.

So instead of saying mama didn’t raise a quitter, I’m changing my phrase to mama raised a fighter.  A fighter has the ability to know when to persevere through the struggle and the courage to know when enough is enough.

 

 

 

Quiet Girl

Quiet Girl

4 years old,

Preschool time out,

That’s when you realized adults like quiet children,

Not those who shout.

“Don’t you ever talk!”

Quiet Girl

3rd grade,

Thought you were helping,

Ended up making more of a mess.

At least you have your book,

“Listen more, talk less”

Quiet Girl

5th grade,

Thought you could finally understand,

But this math doesn’t make sense,

Be brave enough to raise a hand,

Got scolded for asking a question

“Did you not pay attention to the lesson?”

Quiet Girl

Middle School,

Friends far and few,

Find comfort in solitude.

Rowling, Meyer, King

“Why are you always reading in your room?”

Quiet Girl

High school,

Keep to yourself,

Lost in a mind where thoughts could be safe,

Schools, Sports, Sometimes Social,

“Wait, does she ever talk?”

Quiet Girl

College

Introvert, what is that?

Realized other people’s opinions don’t matter anyway,

One can be heard but, doesn’t have to be loud,

“Talk more, you have a lot to say”

Quiet Girl

Work life,

Put on a show from 9 to 4,

Find time to be successful and social.

One takes precedence over the other,

“Sorry, I need to be by myself.”

Quiet Girl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Reflection of 2018: Family, Love, Travel

The past few years I have been anxiously awaiting the next year because those years were either disappointing or uneventful. 2018 I am pleased to say was different. 2018 was not easy, there was heartache and struggle but also love and adventure. Here are the few things that really impacted my 2018.

Family

Family is the biggest blessing I have and continued to have in my life. It is the thing that keeps me going on my weakest days. This year even though my family is now all separated by distance, we were still able to bond and be there for each other. In March, we all came together to watch and cheer on the twins’ basketball team get 2nd at the state tournament. . In April, we stood in solidarity as we said good bye to our beloved Papa and supported each other through tears and shared memories. In May, we watched the last of the Fab 5 graduate high school and celebrated with friend’s and family.  The holidays were not the same as we were never all together, but we can reflect and laugh at past memories as we make new ones in the years to come.

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Travel

After moving from Arizona in 2016, I had not traveled much which made me antsy and in 2018 the travel bug hit me hard. Troy and I were able to visit his mom in Florida during spring break. It was a fabulous time of sun, sand, waves, and relaxation.

During the month of July, I traveled to Tanzania which was probably the craziest most beautiful adventure I have ever done. The people I traveled with and the locals we met were some of the greatest most genuine human beings. I climbed mountains, danced with local school children, went on a safari, learned about a different culture, and played in the waves of the Indian Ocean. I learned to step out of my comfort zone and became less ignorant about the world. I know it can be expensive to travel but I encourage everyone to travel even if it’s just exploring a new town or city. We grow and become better people when we leave the comfort’s of our home.

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Running

2018 was the first year since high school that I really took running seriously again. I had only done one race a year until this year. In 2018 I ran 3 5ks, a 10 mile race, 6 mile leg in a relay, and a half marathon. Even though my last race of the year didn’t go as I planned and I didn’t make any PRs I am still happy I raced more than I previously had in recent years. In 2019, I am running my first marathon and hope to continue to get stronger mentally and physically.

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Started Writing Again

WordPress informed me today that I have been a member for one year. Even though I don’t write on here nearly as much as I would like, I am just so happy I started writing again for myself and sharing my writing with others. My goal since I was a little girl was to become a writer. I know I have a long way to go and need to get serious about my dreams but at least I started. I hope I continue to write, share ideas, and bring people together though writing.

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Love

One of the best things that has happened in 2018 was becoming engaged to Troy. I never thought another human could make me so happy but he is definitely my person. I’m constantly stressed and overwhelmed, but this man is always there to help me pick up my pieces. He supports me on all my runs, crazy adventures, and encourages me to achieve all my goals. Even though we don’t like any of the same sporting teams, we still make a great team. Here’s to wedding planning and becoming Mrs. Gaul in 2019.

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Photo by Moira Nolan Photography

I just want to end this sappy reflection post by saying thank you to all the people who have been reading this blog the last year. It has truly made my year to know I have people who support me and this blog. Overall, 2018 was a pretty damn good year. 2019 is going to be another year of change, new beginnings, and hopefully achieving goals.

 

For many, it’s not the “Most Wonderful Time of the Year”

The holiday season is upon us. There’s a lot of great things going on during this busy time. People shopping for others, volunteering, baking goodies for the neighbors, and supporting the community in various ways. There is something magical about this season especially when you’re a kid, but for me things started to change. The magic of the season started to disappear. I remember my mom never looking forward to Christmas and it always confused me as a kid. How could she hate a holiday where everyone was so happy and full of life? However, now  I understand. The month of December seems to be a constant state of “go, go, go” without much time to just sit and smell the cocoa.

This month is suppose to be the “most wonderful time of the year” but for a lot of people there is not a whole lot of wonderful going on in their lives. The month of December is the darkest month and for many it is the start of waiting for sunshine to come back into their lives, both metaphorically and realistically. It may be a time for family and friends, but it also can make a person realize how alone they truly are especially if they have experienced loss in the last year or live far from family. Now with social media suffocating our entire existence, seeing everyone jolly  can remind people of the things they are missing out on in their own lives.

This is also a time that can be of great financial burden. The expectation is to give gifts but who do you give gifts to and what do you get? If you randomly receive a gift from someone but you didn’t give them a gift it can turn into an emotional nightmare. Or if you’re a single parent somehow trying to make sure your children have a good Christmas even though times are hard.

I will be the first to admit I am struggling right now with getting into the holiday spirit. The last few months have been rough and even though so many positive things are happening I just can’t hang on to them enough. I see everyone getting more involved in work, church, and life but I am exhausted. I will get excited about something but then little things deflate what little energy and happiness I had.

It doesn’t help that even though I’m tired, I see everyone else doing what seems like literally everything all the time. Some of these people have way more responsibilities than I have such as children, grad school, or even another job yet they’re killing life and doing it with a giant smile of their face at all time. This is when I start to get the pit of guilt in my stomach.  I think about how all these people are doing all these things to help their world out and here I am sitting in the dark with my cat hiding from human interaction.

Maybe it’s because I’m an introvert and this season of constant gatherings is overwhelming. I tell myself I am doing enough but it’s hard. It’s hard not to compare yourself when you are constantly seeing what everyone is doing all the time. When the world is in a joyous state but you’re not experiencing joy. I start to think that I’m just a Scrooge and need to get over myself and I know there is so much good going on, but I’m just not feeling it.

The holidays can be tough. If you’re experiencing holiday blues, I’m right there with you.  There’s a lot going on and a lot to take in everyday. Even though there is so much that is merry and bright, sometimes I just need a silent night.

I still don’t know what I want to do when I Grow Up

Growing up is tough. It’s a concept that was harder than I ever imagined because it’s something that can’t be explained. It is a thing that just happens and all of a sudden you’re sitting on the couch thinking, where the hell did time go? Am I really get older? Am I an adult?

When is one considered a grown up? Is it when you graduate high school or college? Get your first “real” job? Or is it something more complicated like the first time you experience loss, heart ache, or have to take responsibilities for someone other than yourself? Maybe it’s not one direct moment but a bunch of events that happen to give you the wisdom to know the things that can be changed and the things that cannot.

As I’m approaching my 26 birthday it doesn’t seem possible that ten years ago I was just turning 16 and thinking I knew everything there was to life. I thought it would be simple.  Go to college, get a job, get married, have some kids and live happily ever after and I would accomplish all of this by 25. I was wrong, very wrong. In fact, right now the thought of having kids scare me, I still feel like a child at times, and I’m still confused on what I want to do with my life.

I thought going to college would lead me to my forever career but it just confused me more. There were so many opportunities out there and I felt like high school did not prepare me for all the career paths I could possibly take. What if teaching wasn’t the right choice? What if I was wasting my talents in something and there was another field out there that I should have explored more before committing to education?

I decided to stick with education and am currently in my 4th year teaching. Even though I enjoy working with my students I still doubt my career choice. Is this really what I want to be doing the rest of my life? Is the stress worth it along with the lack of respect for my career from society including members of my own family? Do I really want to be considered a “glorified baby sitter” while having more and more demands placed on myself and co-workers when I could be working in a more “respectable” profession that recognizes my hard work? These questions haunt me day in and day out. Am I really doing the right thing for myself? Yes, teaching is a noble profession and I am proud of the work we do but is this what I want to do forever?

I had a conversation a couple of months ago with a person who was also dealing with the struggle of not knowing what he wanted to do in his life. I told him the funny thing is, hardly anyone knows what they’re doing. The key to being adult is acting like you’re secretly not freaking out on the inside. This is why my mother is a saint. I’m sure when she was raising 5 kids all under the age of 8 and working nights she was slightly in a craze state but you would never know because she kept her cool at all times.

As our conversation continued, I had a light bulb moment. I told my him growing up is not about the career you decide to pursue or figuring out where you are going to settle down, but the experiences that happen along the way. I encouraged him to keep an open heart and explore any opportunities. Do not settle, always keep learning, talk to everyone, travel, and grow. When you realize there’s more to the world than the backyard you grew up in, that’s growing up.

I think of my own journey through adult hood and the things that helped me grow were the moments that took me out of my comfort zone. Sometimes I think I’m not doing enough or my life isn’t super exciting, but just looking back at the first part of my 20’s I realized a lot more has happened than I originally thought. I ran 5 half marathons, went to Ireland and England, moved across the country, got a tattoo, moved to another city closer to home, traveled to Tanzania, learned about new cultures, experienced the joy and heart aches of teaching kids who also taught me to be a better person, and recently got engaged. Life is pretty good when I reflect back. I’m doing alright.

I don’t think I will ever know what I really want to do when I grow up and that’s OK. The thing that I hope I will continue to do is be open minded, try new things, explore the unknown, and embrace change. Maybe by doing these things, the thing I’m meant to do as a grown up, will come naturally.  Until then, I’ll keep my options open.

 

What I wish my Math Teacher would have Known

This year, I am teaching a class called Math Boost. Math Boost is essentially a second math class for students who need just a bit of a “boost” to help them get caught up to their grade level peers. I am excited to teach this but know it’s going to be hard to get kids to “buy in” to an extra math class when most of these students probably hate math since they struggle with it. I am thinking of having the kids write me a short note on what they want me to know about them as a math learner or just as a person in general. The idea is to also share a letter I would have written as a 7th grader and then have them write their own. Below is my personal letter to what I wish my math teacher would have known. math

Hello,

There are 3 main things you should know about me as a student. I hate math, I’m quiet, and I like when teachers tell me things privately instead of in a group. I’m sure there are more things you need to know but I’ll let you figure that out or ask as the year goes on.

The first thing is I hate math. I would rather poke my eye balls out with this pencil than do some math work but maybe you can help me get better? I think I hate math because it’s the hardest subject. I use to be good at it. In fact, I was the fastest at my multiplication facts in 4th grade and I thought I was good at math. However, in 5th grade everything changed. My 5th grade teacher talked way too fast and she wrote too small so I couldn’t see the board when she went over problems. I kept thinking, how was I suppose to figure this out when I couldn’t see? All of the other kids seemed to get the problem right away but I was always stuck and confused. Since most of the kids seemed to know what was going on, the teacher always moved on and I pretended to know what I was doing. One day, I was brave enough to ask her a question at her desk and she yelled at me for disturbing her. I never asked another question and continued to fail tests and quizzes. My parents got really mad and they tried to help me, but I just didn’t understand. I felt so stupid and this is why I hate math. I hope if you slow down and let me ask questions I can maybe understand things better this year. 

Another thing you should know is I’m quiet. I always hate when teachers or students tell me to talk more. If I have something to say, I will say it. Sometimes I will know the answer, but I don’t feel like saying it aloud. I’m not dumb, I just only like to talk when I have an important thing to say.   I will participate in class when I’m ready or feel confident in my answer. I already feel stupid in math so please don’t make me go up to the board unless I know my answer is correct. Some kids like being the center of attention and like to talk all the time, I don’t. I would rather stay hidden than be the one up front and center. If you give me some time to process and check my work before I have to write the answer on the board I might get my confidence back. I’m at an all time low, so please help me grow.

Lastly, because I’m quiet I like when teachers tell me things privately. The worse thing you could do is tell me I’m wrong in front of the whole class. It will make me feel like I’m an idiot and I won’t want to do anything after that. I always feel like everyone is talking about me, even though I know it’s probably in my head. Please correct me and help me do better but a conversation at your desk or written notes on my papers would help me a lot more. Also, if I have a question I might be afraid to ask it in front of the whole class so if I ask you later that would be make me feel better. 

To conclude, the 3 things you should know about me is I hate math, I’m quiet, and I like conversations to be private. I know you have a lot of kids but I hope knowing these 3 things about me will help you help me. I’m hoping I start to like math again. 

So yes, the ironic thing with all of this is I now teach a subject I hated as a kid. Thank God, I did end up with some great middle and high school teachers. My college math professor was the one who convinced me to minor in mathematics because I knew what it was like to struggle and it would help me feel confident in teaching mathematics in the future. I never thought I would end up as a math teacher but after 25 years I know I should never say I’m never doing something.

The key to getting people to trust and appreciate what you’re doing is to build relationships and rapport. This assignment is a way to “bee the thread” in what my students think about math class and how I can help them change their mindset and grow. A lot of my kids deal with some crazy things so I hope this assignment will help me connect more with my kids and adapt my teaching styles to their needs.

 

So you’re going to Tanzania….

In one week I embark on a journey of a lifetime. I have the privilege of traveling to the beautiful country of Tanzania. I am excited, nervous, and hopeful that this journey will be life changing and continue to spark my passion for social justice in education as well as “being a thread” to others in the states about my experience in Tanzania. To those who don’t know, Bee the Thread’s meaning is simply to bring awareness and unity to cultures and people who are different from each other. I firmly believe we are more similar than different, it is just we don’t always understand what we don’t know.

When I tell people I am going to Tanzania I get a few interesting responses. The first and most popular response is, “Wow, that’s awesome! This will be such a great experience and I am jealous of your journey.” Most people are super positive when I tell them about Tanzania and why I am going over there. It truly makes me so happy that most people are supportive.

Another response I get is, “Oh man that’s crazy, good luck. I admire you for your bravery but I could never do that.” Again, this response is mostly positive with a slight hint of “Larissa, you’re nuts but good for you.” It also is honest, which I appreciate because I am nervous but I know that the most exciting and life changing things happen when you go out of your comfort zone.

Lastly, I have had a few people look at me dead in the eye and say that I am a fool for traveling and they hope I return safely and not in a body bag, with Ebola, or sold into the sex trade. Most of these people think Africa is a country and didn’t realize Tanzania existed. These people in particular who gave me such a negative response also haven’t really traveled much or experienced things outside of the nice safe corn fields of the Midwest. They are unaware of the world that exists outside of their home which is fine, they just don’t know any better. I can’t expect everyone to understand what they do not know. A lot of the information people get about countries such as Tanzania, is little or if they do hear things it is negative. This is one of the reasons I am traveling. I want to show people that the world is beautiful and we shouldn’t assume the worse.

Now, I am not ignorant of the dangers of traveling. Bad things can happen. A lot could go wrong. I would be lying if I hadn’t thought of all the million things that could happen to me, but bad things can happen anywhere. I was hit by a semi a year ago not even 10 miles from my apartment and could have died. Am I still nervous every time I drive? Yes, but I don’t let that control my life. At first glance, the neighborhood I work in looks sketchy and “dangerous”, but I go to work every day because I know my kids need supportive adults who care and know there are some great families who live in that neighborhood. I run on the bike path, even though I have been harassed a few times by men, but if I stopped going they win. My point is, there are bad things and people everywhere. It doesn’t just happen in Tanzania.

We are scared of what we don’t know. The more we experience things outside of the safety of our own homes, the less fearful we will be because experiences combat ignorance. Whether that experience is traveling, talking to someone who thinks differently than you, or even just reading about a different religion or culture it can help create a bridge to fight stereotypes. I  hope that when I return I can share my experiences and make people a little less scared of the unknown and more educated on the diverse beauty of the world.

We can’t be Pro Life unless we Respect All Life

Disclaimer: This is what I have observed. I do not think for one moment ALL people who are Conservative/Pro Life Agree with what is going on on the border. I know there are more good people than bad but I have seen hypocritical things that confuse me and below are my thoughts on the issues.

I was born to a Catholic family. Irish and Italian Catholic to be exact, so my family has always instilled Catholic traditions and values while raising my brothers and me. As a Catholic, I was told the first day of Sunday school that God loves us all and we treat all life with respect and love. So naturally, I grew up with a Pro Life mentality. Abortion was murder and any act of harming another human was wrong. I still believe this. I am Pro Life. But as I got older, I realized Pro Life for some people only matters when it comes to unborn babies in a womb. There are many people who strongly believe in being Pro Life yet, are some of the same people who do not want us to help those who need it.

There is a tragedy that is going on in our country that we cannot ignore through blissful eyes. As many know, children at the border are being separated from their families. Children as young as two years old are being taken from the arms of their mothers and we as a nation are letting it happen. This is not a political party issue. This is a basic human rights violation and instead of stopping the problem all I’ve heard is the President blaming the Democrats and the Democrats blaming the President. I do not care whose fault it is but people in power need to stop blaming each other and do something to stop this horrendous act.

I do not understand how Attorney General Jeff Sessions quotes Romans stating, “Orderly and lawful processes are good in themselves. Consistent and fair application of the law is in itself a good and moral thing, and that protects the weak and protects the lawful.”

When this “law”( which is not a law but a the Zero Tolerance Policy enforced by the Trump administration) is not protecting the weak. It is destroying the weak who come here for refuge. These families who are looking for help, hope, and compassion yet are getting punished for trying to better themselves.

Yes, I understand people fear our borders are not protected enough, people who come here illegally are not paying taxes, and the “wrong kind of people” such as gang and drug lords are coming across our lines illegally, but this is a rare case. Many families trying to cross the border are trying to apply for asylum. Asylum is granted to anyone who is trying to escape persecution in their home country. If all of a sudden our politicians want to start quoting the Bible (which we shouldn’t because religion should have nothing to do with politics) they should also probably look at Leviticus, ” When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. (Leviticus 19:33-34). 

Even if we are not allowing families to cross, why in the world are we separating their children? This concept does not make any sense to me. As a 25 year old, I would be devastated by being taken from my family, so how would this impact a small child. Who is caring for these children? Are the being clothed? Cleaned? Fed?

Yet, people are OK with this. The same people who quote biblical verses to help enforce their policies do not want to help the outcasts and poor? How does this even make sense? As Christians, we are often called to ask ourselves, “what would Jesus do?” Would the ever compassionate Jesus really deny children from their parents when his own parents were refugees and in need of help?

If we consider ourselves to be Pro life,  we must think do we support all life? Do we support the children in the womb and on the border? Do we care about those who are being persecuted for their race, religion, gender, sexuality? Do we advocate for justice for all, even those in jail? We cannot be Pro life if we do not support all life.

“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'”(Matthew 25:25-36)

 

He is my Papa

He is my Papa

 

Some knew him as the boy with eyes as blue as the Irish sea,

Born in Amboy,

To a large farm family.

He is my Papa.

Some knew him as the man who packed everything in a brown paper sack,

Saw and crossed the Mississippi for the first time,

And thought, “This is it, there is no looking back.”

He is my Papa.

Some knew him as the man who once had too many bottles,

Trying to find a way to numb pain and sorrow.

Was given a second chance,

Found love, God, and a better tomorrow.

He is my Papa.

Some knew him as the tough man of law,

Who never backed down,

But would help any person, despite any flaw,

He is my Papa.

Some knew him as a man of routine,

Whom did not want it to be shakin,

Coffee at Octane, politics, God, AA,

Eggs and bacon.

He is my Papa.

Some knew him as a man of the garden,

Would yell out “Yo!” to get someone’s attention,

Brought his own fresh tomatoes to every luncheon.

He is my Papa.

Some knew him as a man of faith and family,

Blessed our meal at every gathering,

“He who eats the fastest gets the mostest,”

Say the Serenity Prayer to keep calm,

And always remember to keep God closest.

He is my Papa.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tax Season and Teaching High Poverty Middle School Kids

As soon as February begins, I start to get the following questions from my students, “Miss Morrissey, ya get your taxes yet? What are you buying with your taxes?” The first time I heard this question last year I was so confused. I hadn’t even thought about getting a tax return. I was probably more concern with how many more weeks were left until Spring Break. It took me awhile to realize why tax season was so important to my kiddos. It meant they had an extra opportunity thrown into their lives to maybe buy new shoes, clothes, or get their nails done. My kids don’t get thrown a lot of opportunities their way and the refund from their parent’s tax return gave them a chance to get something extra.

When I was in middle school, I had no idea what a tax return was or that my parents made some extra money because of it. The only thing I knew about taxes at age 13 was it made anything I bought more expensive so I had to always remember to include tax when buying ice coffee. My students however know a lot about taxes. They know exactly when their parents’ W2s come in and when they should expect to see their refund in the account. For my students, tax season is more exciting than Christmas.

It was really mind boggling to me how concerned my students were about tax season but this wasn’t the first time my students had knowledge that I didn’t have when I was their age. I remember when I taught summer school we were talking about the 4th of July. I asked the kids why we celebrated the 4th of July and no one knew the answer. However, when we were talking about the constitution most of my students knew about the 4th amendment. I vividly remember one student shouting out, “Oh yea that’s the thing that makes it so police can’t come into our house unless they have a warrant.” Again, this statement shocked me and made me realize how ignorant I was to the lives of my students.

I mentioned to a few people how interesting it was that the kids in class knew all about tax season and how excited they were about their parents getting their returns. Some people made comments about how “those people” don’t know how to use their money efficiently or effectively and always blow it away once they have it.

This made me angry. Why should my students not get to enjoy the finer things in life just because they come from low income families? Just because they grow up in poverty doesn’t mean they should be forced to buy off brand items all the time or never enjoy luxuries such as getting their nails or hair done. What right do people have to judge others for how they use their money when they have it? I cannot even imagine the life my students have so I can’t judge what they choose to do or not do with their money.

Sure, would I rather have my students ask their parents to buy them pencils for schools with their tax return? Yes I would, but when it comes down to it if they decide to buy the latest Jordans with their parents’ money and it makes their year I’m totally fine with that. My kids don’t always have a lot and they deserve any happiness that comes their way.