Giving Thanks

I managed to consume two fantastic Thanksgiving dinners this week, despite living far away from the land of pumpkins, turkey, football, and Black Friday. I’m grateful for both “families” with whom I enjoyed an American Thanksgiving feast.

I am thankful that I’m heading to New York in less than a month. I can’t wait to see my family, my friends, and my perfect street with the glittering lampposts shining through the silently falling snow.

I am thankful that I live in a place that is within easy travel distance to lots of interesting places. This Friday, it’s London or bust!

I am thankful that the process of mixing and then heating butter, sugar, flour, and a few other ingredients can turn an average night into a cozy, warm, comforting evening.

I am thankful that my students may actually be learning something from me. Out of 150 students, about 90 of them earned perfect scores on their most recent quiz, in which I asked them to define words like “bias,” “column,” “plagiarism,” “source,” and “reliable.” Of course, I also have days when I wonder if they heard/understood anything I said during an entire lesson. So I hang on to these bright moments.

I am thankful for books such as The Thirteenth Tale that quickly and unexpectedly draw me into their plotline. (Thanks for the recommendation, Tiffany.)

I am thankful that hot water comes out of my shower (I am still a bit traumatized by the lack of hot water/electricity/internet in my apartment for my first few days in Stockholm).

I am thankful that my Monday and Wednesday evenings are spent with encouraging, uplifting, and insightful friends. And fika. Always fika.

And, of course, I am especially thankful for my mom, dad, and sister. Their love contributes to my sense of stability when everything else seems new and unknown.

Don’t worry, I will avoid being so sappy in future posts. Promise!

Stockholm Sun

Drinking my Earl Grey in the sunshine this morning, I thought to myself how lucky I am to be in a place where I can crawl out of bed, pop out the door still wearing my pajamas, and enjoy the crisp autumn air this late in November. We still haven’t gotten snow here, and while the sun is low and has taken on a very pale yellow color, it manages to show its welcome face for at least an hour almost every day. I’m usually inside teaching in the late morning when that happens, but today is a glorious lazy Saturday, and I couldn’t help but sit on a piece of granite and soak up that pale yellow light this morning. (Never mind that I was seen in my pajamas by two familiar fourth graders… ah, the joys of living so close to school.)

I’m teaching at a new school just west of Stockholm. The building itself isn’t new (in fact, it’s an uninspiring 70s-era gray structure with very heavy doors and frustrating window latches), but the entire staff was just hired this past spring and we all met over the summer. With 35 teachers from all over the world, the school has a remarkable and motivating atmosphere that’s unlike anything I’ve been involved with before.

Our little multi-cultural staff is having an American Thanksgiving gathering tomorrow afternoon (sans turkey, gravy, and stuffing), which will be a hodgepodge of delectable dishes, I’m sure. I’m bringing roasted garlic mashed potatoes and some sort of apple-raspberry-blackberry concoction involving brown sugar, butter, and oatmeal. Can’t go wrong there, as long as I add enough cinnamon, right?

Returning to a bit of background: I teach about 150 sixth grade students in five classes of 30. Most of the time, I try to avoid sounding like a naïve and blindly optimistic first-year teacher (although that’s exactly what I am). But let me just say that my kids surprise me and challenge me and inspire me on a daily basis. They are awesome. For most of my students, English is a second, third, or even fourth language, which makes me feel pretty deficient in my mono-fluency. We’re currently exploring journalism—reliability of sources, how to conduct a successful interview, how their personalities have developed in relation to social media—and I find myself shaking my head when I think back to how I thought it was necessary to teach them the days of the week at the beginning of the year. These kiddos are capable.

…They are also curious. I’m living in an apartment next to the school along with another teacher, and we have NO privacy. Out sick without a voice one day, I realized the full extent of how curious our students are about who really lives in this mysterious apartment. Kids on the front steps, kids at the windows, kids leaning against my door. Yikes. The location is convenient, yes, but I can say with certainty that I will not be living here next year!

Today as I ambled along the beach with a friend (who hails from Finland but teaches French to Swedish students in English), we squinted in the low afternoon sunlight and listened to the cobalt water lapping against the rocky shoreline. As the sun began to set (at a prompt 2:50 pm), we walked home, and had some tea, and I felt—once again—very, very lucky.