In my opinion, there are two kinds of people in this world: those who will pay for a $100 dinner, and those who will not.
You know which group you fit with--I am not talking about variables like "well, if I had a spare $100 floating around on the ground" or "if someone else paid for it" I am talking about the general concept of your willingness to spend money on your meal.
If you don't know which group to which I belong, you do not know me as well as you thought.
*This week I was in New York and ate dinner at Da Umberto in Manhattan. For those who have not eaten at a really high quality restaurant, there is no point in even trying to imagine it. What was wonderful about this particular place was not just the food, which I will get into in a minute, but the ambiance.
I am pretty certain that 100% of the wait staff were genuine Italians. The accents were thick, sing-songy, and the rolling of the Rs was like watching a broadway theater production. I was riveted by the pronunciation of every last offering from the "For the ah especial this evening, we have the ah... rrrrrisoootto with the ah, butternaut esquash" to the "oh maybe you like a combo of the feeg and estrawberry gelaaaato?" to the "no, it no have the pancetta, it have the prosciutto." Some people do not want a belabored dissertation for dinner but as for me and mine? When it has the accent and beautiful descriptions, it is an audible treat.
It doesn't hurt that in general, the swarthy Italian waiters look you straight in the eye as they are pouring more water.
We had some of everything and perhaps part of the reason why these meals are so much money is that the waiters make the food sound so tempting that you won't say no to tacking on something here and there. Something like, ah, thees?
My favorite was the sun-dried tomato ravioli with the goat cheese and some herb or other but it was almost a tie with the fried baby artichokes and the pancetta-wrapped chicken breast with pecorino cheese. Our table held a collective moment of silence in honor of the great flavor. And of course a chocolate mousse for dessert.
It was a tremendous memory and much more valuable to me than any concert or play. Because for me, my deepest connections are with the food I eat and the people I am with. As my mother aptly noted, "Lee Ann, I eat to live while you live to eat."
Amen, mamma mia.
*Disclaimer: My work pays for my meals when I travel but if we go over a reasonable amount which is very rare, we pitch in our own money and in the story above and others like it, my colleagues and I put up our own money to make up the difference so that we are not using sacred education dollars for my personal indulgences.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Aspirations
As you may know, I am undereducated for the company I keep and the work that I do. I have a BA and I had a teaching license for the state of California that expired when we moved from Sacramento to Santa Barbara. I let it expire for a handful of reasons, the top reason being that my job transition went something like this:
July of 2007
In there somewhere was me needing to get my license cleared and renewed. It would have been a good idea but starting a new job, moving out of the area, trying to sell our house, and having Steve start grad school all made the license bit seem unimportant. And UNpossible.
Now after 5 years of national reform work, I look around and see that no only do I NOT have a teaching license, but most everyone I work with has an administrative license and Master's Degree.
It is time for me to go back to school. So I met with a woman at the Educational Leadership program at BYU and I got really excited about applying to their program for a Master's Degree in education. Yay!
It is also preparation for administrative license (Steve has proclaimed that me as a principal is "pretty much his biggest nightmare" so that part is less appealing to some members of the family) which will make me (pending getting in and being able to complete the program) eligible for the administrative job market right around the time Steve goes on the job market.
To be honest I have the perfect job. I love the work I do, I have tremendous co-workers, and there is something invigorating and stirring about the national landscape in education that makes working in one school seem unappealing. But the travel is hard as my children get older, so perhaps one day I can find a way to do both the local work and stay connected to national work, who knows?
For now, I am simply working to get accepted into this program and I have a couple of black holes in my application that is stressing me out:
1) I can't get the state of Utah to recognize my teaching background. They said that five years in California is all fine and dandy but I have to prove I can teach here by getting a license here and teaching for a year. I can imagine quitting work and moving to take on a leadership position in a community school or district, but taking Utah beginning teacher's salary? I can't even fathom what that would be like. So while I can still apply to the program at BYU, it makes me a less appealing candidate.
2) I bombed the math portion of the GRE. I will admit I did not study aggressively given that I decided to take the test in December and had three weeks of prep time, including the 2 weeks my children were on break. So focusing several minutes of my time on questions like "If B is the midsection between A and C, is AC and x>0, which of the following quantities is larger: x or ACDC?" was more than my poor pea brain could handle. I scored somewhere around the 30th percentile, yikes!! That means 70% of the people who take that test outscore me. Steve pointed out that I did help another person in there by bumping up their score by a small portion so that gives me some comfort at least. I did get the 84% for verbal so I am hoping that they still let me in the program given that my ability to solve for x is pretty pathetic.
The deadline for application is February 15th, the day after I turn 37. I hope that I don't get rejected too quickly so I can enjoy my late 30s as much as possible. I have everything completed now other than a letter explaining why I don't have a license.
Wish me luck!
July of 2007
- Plan pioneering graduation ceremony, scholarship and senior awards ceremony for first seniors of school
- Hold graduation ceremony on Friday
- Take group of students to Europe, leave on Sunday
- Return from trip on Tuesday of following week
- Start new job Wednesday (the next day) in Napa for a week
- Pack up and clean our house to ready it for sale (ha!)
- Move to Santa Barbara
In there somewhere was me needing to get my license cleared and renewed. It would have been a good idea but starting a new job, moving out of the area, trying to sell our house, and having Steve start grad school all made the license bit seem unimportant. And UNpossible.
Now after 5 years of national reform work, I look around and see that no only do I NOT have a teaching license, but most everyone I work with has an administrative license and Master's Degree.
It is time for me to go back to school. So I met with a woman at the Educational Leadership program at BYU and I got really excited about applying to their program for a Master's Degree in education. Yay!
It is also preparation for administrative license (Steve has proclaimed that me as a principal is "pretty much his biggest nightmare" so that part is less appealing to some members of the family) which will make me (pending getting in and being able to complete the program) eligible for the administrative job market right around the time Steve goes on the job market.
To be honest I have the perfect job. I love the work I do, I have tremendous co-workers, and there is something invigorating and stirring about the national landscape in education that makes working in one school seem unappealing. But the travel is hard as my children get older, so perhaps one day I can find a way to do both the local work and stay connected to national work, who knows?
For now, I am simply working to get accepted into this program and I have a couple of black holes in my application that is stressing me out:
1) I can't get the state of Utah to recognize my teaching background. They said that five years in California is all fine and dandy but I have to prove I can teach here by getting a license here and teaching for a year. I can imagine quitting work and moving to take on a leadership position in a community school or district, but taking Utah beginning teacher's salary? I can't even fathom what that would be like. So while I can still apply to the program at BYU, it makes me a less appealing candidate.
2) I bombed the math portion of the GRE. I will admit I did not study aggressively given that I decided to take the test in December and had three weeks of prep time, including the 2 weeks my children were on break. So focusing several minutes of my time on questions like "If B is the midsection between A and C, is AC and x>0, which of the following quantities is larger: x or ACDC?" was more than my poor pea brain could handle. I scored somewhere around the 30th percentile, yikes!! That means 70% of the people who take that test outscore me. Steve pointed out that I did help another person in there by bumping up their score by a small portion so that gives me some comfort at least. I did get the 84% for verbal so I am hoping that they still let me in the program given that my ability to solve for x is pretty pathetic.
The deadline for application is February 15th, the day after I turn 37. I hope that I don't get rejected too quickly so I can enjoy my late 30s as much as possible. I have everything completed now other than a letter explaining why I don't have a license.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
The Box of My Life
Today I saw something that exemplified the daily grind, the things that make parenting difficult for me. I think it is self-explanatory but feel free to leave questions or interpretations.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Oh Utah, the Honeymoon is Over
Stats for this week:
Number of attempted new friendships: 5
Number of rejections to invitations: 5
Number of activities attended alone: 2
Number of days it was too cold to go outside: all of them
Terrific.
Number of attempted new friendships: 5
Number of rejections to invitations: 5
Number of activities attended alone: 2
Number of days it was too cold to go outside: all of them
Terrific.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Why I Blog
As world 2.0 evolves and we head into what we may perhaps label 3.0 social interaction online, I had a unique opportunity to appreciate what blogging has done for me.
I have been blogging now for close to 8 years (remember the xanga days?) and I maintained this blog pretty faithfully for the last 5. My blog has meant many things to me starting with a place for private social interaction among other cynics who were there to essentially mock one another and any newcomers too, to its most recent public iteration with caution regarding anything potentially mean-spirited. It has meant a place to learn about my friends, to cohabitate online with people who I wish I lived near in real life. It has served as a reunion to help me connect with those who I used to know and wish to know again and sometimes a place to meet new interesting people to fill in the crevices of my friendships with interesting and diverse mortar.
But as 3.0 existence may push out my own blog in favor of those that are specialized and provide valuable resources to like-minded people, I discover that the real value of my blog lay in secret, a latent purpose waiting for a need and point in time: a record of my life. I discovered this when a co-worker asked me about my work at the charter school in California, you know the one where I spent all of my waking hours in Santa Barbara? And I was able to piece together the journey using my blog. I walked down memory lane as I pondered the timeline:
I have been blogging now for close to 8 years (remember the xanga days?) and I maintained this blog pretty faithfully for the last 5. My blog has meant many things to me starting with a place for private social interaction among other cynics who were there to essentially mock one another and any newcomers too, to its most recent public iteration with caution regarding anything potentially mean-spirited. It has meant a place to learn about my friends, to cohabitate online with people who I wish I lived near in real life. It has served as a reunion to help me connect with those who I used to know and wish to know again and sometimes a place to meet new interesting people to fill in the crevices of my friendships with interesting and diverse mortar.
But as 3.0 existence may push out my own blog in favor of those that are specialized and provide valuable resources to like-minded people, I discover that the real value of my blog lay in secret, a latent purpose waiting for a need and point in time: a record of my life. I discovered this when a co-worker asked me about my work at the charter school in California, you know the one where I spent all of my waking hours in Santa Barbara? And I was able to piece together the journey using my blog. I walked down memory lane as I pondered the timeline:
My first post and explanation
One of my angry moments before they let us speak up
Newspaper article midpoint
I hate the superintendent (not anymore)
Our heartwarming activist moment (article is linked to blog)
Wait I still do hate this guy!! Nevermind. Here is the video where he they show us and then him. I have a cute haircut and way better skin, I think I need to move back to California.
The stay of execution (we won! Wait, what did we win?)
My lamentations of public information laws
My better-late-than-never resignation
The final newspaper article which is kind of my swan song, has disappeared. School was saved, got a 3 year charter, blah blah blah.
And I realized how lucky I was to have this blog. The memory of that great work has already faded from my mind and I only remember the tragedy and heartache. But if you look at some of those moments in time, I got to be part of a real movement, a local movement, a community-led fight against the man and the system. Who would I be today without this experience? And the record of it is all here in this neat little web application. And there are other strands, years of halloween costumes, Catholic cigar box tributes to my deceased relatives, art shows, farewell parties, travels coast-to-coast, and my disheveled first day of school photos. I have recorded the life and love I experienced over the years and my only wish is that I had blogged the first 30 years of my life to go back and verify my charmed existence in html.
If you don't blog, I sure hope you keep a journal because, well... how sweet it is to be reminded of the gifts of our years.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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