First Day in the LISD1

If you saw my last post about my dad then you know I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life. It’s been a little overwhelming so this blog has been a little silent. I’m just not sure how to talk about my life right now. Truth is, our culture is funny. It’s polite to say things like “I’m so sorry to hear about your dad. how are you doing?” or “Gosh I’m so sorry what happened?” But then when honest answers are given it’s like it becomes too much so the subject is quickly changed. We ask these questions to be polite but don’t really want the hard answers. So I worry about how much information is too much and have started leaning on the easy to hear answers, “It’s been tough but we’ll get through it” or “Thank you.”

The truth is my family will get through it. And you know what? Yesterday was the first day that I started to feel like myself again! And today I am so excited for my first official start to my first school year in the Lewiston Independent School District #1. We have a district meeting at Lewiston High School this morning and then we are working in our buildings the rest of the day. I get to meet all of my kids and families tonight at our ice cream social. I am so excited! I spent 5 hours on Saturday in my classroom making sure it was ready for this week. Although I still have plenty of work to do today and tomorrow before the first day of school on Wednesday, here is a look at how it’s come together!

This is my teacher area. And I love it!

Here is our shared reading and class meeting area.

I traded in a teacher table for this neat space on the floor. This is where we will get cuddled up together for reading groups and interventions.

Hung up some curtains for an extra “homey” feel. I wanted a classroom that felt like a home this year. A classroom family feel.

My favorite area. Our classroom library!

Watch for next week’s update on how the first day of school went!

Dad.

My dad.

Jerome Lavern Eikum.

August 4th, 1059 — August 1, 2018

Funeral: August 10, 2018

Prayer and church wasn’t something my family did together. But as I’ve witnessed the great mysteries in life, birth of my babies and death of my loved ones, I’ve learned a lot about God and His love. I’d like to share some of that, but first I’d like to read a prayer for my dad. I know it’s a very popular prayer but my dad could recite it word for word by heart so I’d like to start with the Lord’s Prayer.

Our father who art in Heaven

hallowed be Thy name;

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done

on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us;

And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

As many of you know, either up close and personal or through the things you’ve heard, my dad had demons. His struggle with alcohol became much more powerful than any of us can begin to understand. But to fault is to be human. God grants us mercy by not giving us what we deserve. I am not perfect, nor are you. My father was not perfect. But he was a good man. God loves him and forgives him. And I do, too.

As the Reverend John Maclean says it best in A River Runs Through It, Quote “For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don’t know what part of ourselves to give or more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them. We can love completely without complete understanding.” End quote.

So all I ask of you today is to remember Jerry before alcohol grabbed ahold of him. Remember the Jerry who enjoyed laughing over a beer with his friends. The guy who never wore a shirt and always had his flip flops on. The Jerry who teased with a loving tone and could wear a saying out. The dude who caught a 16 inch trout every single time he went fishing but rarely brought back the evidence. Jerry the generous giver and the sentimental sap.

I know Dad’s Heaven is somewhere on a beach. He was always happiest, whether it be the sands of Maui or on the beaches of the North Fork, with his toes in the water, ass in the sand, not a worry in the world, a cold beer in his hand, life was good that day.

Dad, your eternal life is good today.

WUW2: Making it Mine

Slowly, but surely, the Webster classroom is becoming mine. Here’s a peak into my progress!

I added a new shower curtain for my closet door.

I turned this space into…

…this. (Although my calendar board is far from done!)

My teacher space is coming together.

Got all my reading curriculum books organized!

My classroom library is starting to come together and I got my CAFE board up!

This board has its base done but I’m not sure what I’m going to put on it yet…

Math manipulatives are organized!

A peak from the back corner of the room. Still so much to do!

Finally, my hallway welcome board is done.

There you have it! School starts in 2 weeks and I am far from ready. It will get there though. It always does.