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Not a Victory March
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I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah So much love for this song.  Especially Pentatonix version. I’ve been thinking lately about how much different love is from what both what we want it to be and what is portrayed in media.  I remember one time when an acquaintance was...

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Mental Health May
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She just disappeared from school one day.  She had always been quiet in class, but her absence spoke loudly to me. She wasn’t someone I would have been concerned about struggling with emotions.   But I should have been concerned. But it’s the quiet ones you have to watch. And the ones who smile every day. And the ones who act normal. And the...

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The Fear of Making Mistakes
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Last night, Abby and I attended a paint night for Mother’s Day. The idea behind the paint nights is that someone who is actually good at painting teaches you how to paint your picture step-by-step to make it easier for us non-artists.  It’s pricey, but it is a fun and relaxing experience and you come away with a product you made yourself.  It’s my...

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Art-Inspired Poetry: Son of Man
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My students are writing art-inspired poetry this week. This is my attempt to model it for them.  The painting is “Son of Man” by Rene Magritte.  I entitled my poem the same name.   Son of Man By Ashley Haupt   The apple looked ripe with crisp delight, And so the man took a sinful bite. He knew it was forbidden. At that moment,...

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Chasing Down Grateful
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It’s that time of year. Students are grumpy and unmotivated. Teachers are tired of students’ annoying behaviors that have been going on all.year.long. Last week, I had spent some time planning a class activity I thought the students would enjoy. Tim helped me think through it. As we discussed it later and the lack of enthusiasm, he said, “Man, I really thought they would...

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Raising Cain
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Raising Cain

Apr 25, 2017 by

I feel sorry for Cain. he leaned over and whispered it to me near the end of the sermon which anyone watching would have assumed he was not listening to at all.  In typical fashion, he wiggled and wormed around in his seat doing everything but sitting up and focusing. Cain was trying, he loud-whispered, he just didn’t know. Well, I whispered back, Daddy...

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Blooming
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Blooming

Apr 9, 2017 by

Abby blooms up before me like a lily, talking like a miniature adult,  sponging up everything I say, asking me why and what’s that mean? All this as I look every night in the mirror to see more wrinkles, just a touch of silver at the hairline. Her moon waxes as mine begins to wane; she’ll tower over me before long. Ben comes to...

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The Stumbling, Humbling Job of Working with Students (teenagers)
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I spend roughly eight hours five days a week with teenagers.  This is my job as a high school English teacher.  I love my job and it is rewarding, but I do have some observations about working with teenagers. It’s often thankless.   Teenagers don’t say thank you for speaking truth into their lives.  I was a pretty decent teenager: no rebellion, good grades,...

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How to Say You’re Sorry
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She was uncouth, to say the least. Big, crude, often crass.  Once when a beloved student was in the hospital with a life-threatening concern, she wondered out loud whether school would be canceled if a student died.  For this reason she wasn’t always received well by her classmates. She was loud in her joys and sorrows. She needed a lot of attention. She didn’t...

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All Shall Be Well
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“The novel we sit down to write, and the one we end up writing may be very different, just as the Jesus we grasp and the Jesus who grasps us may also differ.”  Madeleine L’Engle, Walking On Water   “When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to...

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Dear Sweet Sixteen,
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Dear Sweet Sixteen,   You gave your everything to that boy.  Your heart was so full, so ripe and ready, and it opened like a flower to the first sunlight that fell on it. He was there and willing, and you held nothing back of your whole, shining soul.  But he didn’t know the value of the gift offered, and he was like a...

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Given
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Given

Nov 22, 2016 by

I wake up Sunday morning to a bed boiling over with children. Abby is curled up beside me, Isaac down by my feet, and Susanna up by my head. Tim’s spot, vacated over an hour ago in order to allow quiet prep time at church, has been triply filled. If I draw a bath, children try to climb in with me. If I get...

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Second Year
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Second Year

Nov 5, 2016 by

This school year is infinitely better than last year. I was hoping for a fresh start this year, and I got it. Thank you, Lord. However, at this point in the year, I do find I have a certain amount of teaching fatigue.  It could be that I just finished walking my English 3 class through a research paper.  After two weeks of carefully...

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Miss Bossy-Pants
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She starts as soon as she gets up. First she picks out her own (seasonally inappropriate) outfit to wear, then she picks out her brothers’ clothes down to the underwear.  This is unappreciated and she comes to me pouting, “Isaac don’t want to wear dese clothes I got.” From her bath, she yells out into the hallway that she doesn’t want toast with her...

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To the First Year Teacher Who’s Struggling
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Dear first year teacher, You are trying to smile as you pass in the hallway, but you are drowning on the inside.  People ask how it’s going and you smile stiffly and say, “It’s ok,” but really you aren’t sure.  You aren’t sure that you can do this teaching thing.  You are overwhelmed in every way.  The grading, the planning, the curriculum. The discipline,...

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All the Little Pieces
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When I started this blog, it was with an aim to celebrate the ordinary moments that make family life golden.  The title “Little Pieces of Ordinary” meant examining the tiny pieces that make up the beauty of the mosaic.  Anyone who has a family knows about the annoying moments, which are legion, but I wanted to focus on the sacredly funny and sweet moments,...

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