<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<rss version="2.0">
  <channel>
    <title>beth</title>
    <link>http://virb.com/bethf</link>
    <description><![CDATA[]]></description>
    <generator>Virb 2.0 (@bethf)</generator>
    <language>en</language>
    <item>
      <title>Miss Brennan &amp; Miss Freitas</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293100</link>
      <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293100"><img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/i/resize_575x575/Image-113936-536055-o207.jpg" /></a>]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 01:38:00 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293100</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Josten, Lizzy, and Me</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293099</link>
      <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293099"><img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/i/resize_575x575/Image-113936-536053-2007May025.jpg" /></a>]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 01:37:32 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293099</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Me and the Lil' Sis</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293098</link>
      <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293098"><img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/i/resize_575x575/Image-113936-536052-2007June014.jpg" /></a>]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 01:37:10 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/photos/1293098</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Help Me Help Them</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/586879</link>
      <description><![CDATA[For the past month I have found myself incredibly frustrated about the situation in Zimbabwe.  This crisis involves a zealous president who refuses to lose... and I mean <I />refuses</i>.  Anyway, I'm frustrated that this is playing out the way it is and I feel powerless.  That's where you come in... suggestions??  (Obviously prayer, <i>check</i>.)  <B />How can I help the people of Zimbabwe?</b>

For information about what's going on with the election, just <a href="http://news.google.com/">Google News</a> "Zimbabwe" and you'll get plenty of news articles about the current situation.  
Here's a short video with <a href="http://video.on.nytimes.com/?fr_story=a0ad432d7e1a8462ff7c0d413bb8cf2df430d0df">background information on the election</a>.  
And some footage of Zimbabweans <a href="http://video.on.nytimes.com/?fr_story=234b90fcedb937808b81059f798246b7a657e2c6">fleeing the country</a> due to the post-election craziness.  
]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 00:02:12 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/586879</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Keepin' You Up-to-Date</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/481644</link>
      <description><![CDATA[<I />From my newsletter...</i>
Dear Friends and Family,
 
Grace and peace to you this cold February evening. 
 
We had our first snow day (sort of) on Friday!  It snowed all night and continued to snow through the morning.  I awoke anxiously at 3:30 in the morning to check on school closures (as I'm sure many of my students did as well).  Unfortunately, no word from my school yet.  When I awoke a bit later to my usual 5am alarm, I excitedly checked the report again to see that all of the schools surrounding Philadelphia were closed, many of the private and charter schools in Philadelphia were closed, and the School District of Phila as well as my school... open!  What?!  Not possible!  I looked out my window again to see if I missed something - had the snow melted?  Nope, lots of snow and more falling.  I continued to check the school closures ten minutes or so for the next hour only to conclude that they were going to stay open.  Rather than catching the 6:10 train, I rode with my neighbor to work who moaned the whole way.  About ten minutes after school had begun I had only eight students.  Those eight students had a fun review for the quiz they were supposed to take and learned that Miss Freitas means business when she says, "I am here to teach, you are here to learn."  (I know, I'm so mean.  Even my colleagues laughed when I told them we would still be learning.)  By 10:30 they decided to call early dismissal at noon.  Hey, a half-day snow day is almost as good as any snow day in my book - yippee! 
 
I find that my job as an teacher is much less instructional than I thought it would be.  It seems to be more that of a proctor (one who supervises, as of students taking an exam, to prevent cheating) and a guide (someone who leads) instead.  I definitely believe that proctoring and especially guiding are important parts of my job as a teacher but there is certainly a time for instruction... I find very little of that time in my current curriculum.  
 
That said, this week I am going to a curriculum and assessment meeting at which I plan to propose a major overhaul of our current Reading/Language Arts (RELA) curriculum.  By name, the class should teach reading and language arts.  I find, however, that the so-called curriculum that I am to use is simply a guide through a novel - something similar to a book study that you might do with a group of friends.  Essentially there is an introduction to some of the vocabulary, a chance to make predictions and read independently (always in class, never, ever at home) followed by guided discussion.  If all of that was a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, please know that these are all sound practices but they cannot be the only practices.  So anyway, my hope is to propose an all-inclusive program - read aloud, guided/independent/shared reading, guided writing, and grammar/spelling/vocabulary.  
 
Sorry if that last part wasn't the least bit interesting to you - just pray for favor and wisdom for and with the curriculum development team.  So far God has really given me favor with the administration at my school, so I'm starting off on the right foot.  This is especially important when working at a charter school as you can be fired at will with little explanation or reason.  No worrries, there are no plans for my dismissal... not at this point anyway.  :)  
 
My recent adventures on the east coast included a trip to the suburbs of Boston.  I was just there for part of a weekend, stayed at Wellesley College (the all-women's college featured in 'Mona Lisa Smiles') and hung out in Cambridge (home to Harvard).  Everything that I imagined these towns to be, they were - incredibly quaint and academic.  My friend Gena and I drove up together and stayed with her friend Suh-Mii; I was also able to visit my good friend JK who is getting his master's at Boston College.  It was amazing because I didn't realize how much I really needed that weekend getaway.  My spirit and soul were completely rejuvenated.  I cannot express the sense of refreshment and newness that I have experienced this week.  Hooray!
 
I've decided that I need to set more time aside to read.  Today I bought a book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Everything-Must-Change-Global-Revolution/dp/0849901839/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1203906035&sr=1-1">Everything Must Change: Jesus, Global Crises, and a Revolution of Hope</a>, by Brian McLaren.  It has become increasingly important to me to try to be socially aware and hopefully to effect change as much as possible in as many ways as possible without burning out, turning into a freak, or forgetting the purpose of it all (God's glory and people).  Gena and I will be reading through this book together (that way I'll actually finish the book).  
 
We are just three weeks away from our spring break - that blessed time of year when one week feels like a glorious month and a bitter-sweet half-day all at the same time.  My mom will be visiting me for break so I won't make it back to the west coast but we have a great time planned.  Have I mentioned that if you're ever in the Philadelphia area you should visit me?  Or I will come visit you.  D.C., NYC, wherever...!  
 
Okay, I'll end this note with a HUGE congratulations to Cory, Melissa, and Noah at the arrival of their newest family member - Caleb James!!!  Born tonight!!!  Praise God!  
 
May your home be filled with health, peace, and lots of laughter.
 
Best,
 
Beth
]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 21:21:37 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/481644</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Making a Statement</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/478229</link>
      <description><![CDATA[The city of Philadelphia has a new mayor, Michael Nutter.  The School Dist. of Phila has a new CEO, Dr. Arlene Ackerman (appointed earlier this week).  They decided to make a statement today.  The private schools in the city were closed today.  All of the school districts surrounding Philly were closed.  The School District of Philadelphia, open.  

Here in Philadelphia, our school system needs a major overhaul.  Actually, if you really want my opinion, American schools need an overhaul.  I think these leaders were trying to tell Philadelphians that school trumps snow.  Busses that normally carry around seventy students rolled in with sixteen tops... one with none.  

I allowed my students to extend their morning warm up (which today consisted of journaling and then chatting quietly) until finally I had eight students.  Eight.  We could hear the classroom next door playing a game.  But I, too, had to make a statement.  "Okay, take out your Social Studies book."  <I>groans</i>  "I know you guys, I wanted a snow day too, but I'm here to teach and you're here to learn - that's what we're going to do!"  Casey, he gets it: "Yeah, what's the point if we don't learn anything?"  We all sit in a group and chat about the text, I draw crazy messy illustrations on the board of what was happening and tell Bible stories to extend the text (hey, we're studying ancient history, it was totally ligit).  

The point is that the education achievement gap exists and these students need to know that learning is important - whether we have perfect attendance or just a small group.  I can honestly say that while they were a little bummed about not playing games all morning, they learned something this morning.  And not just about Moses, King Nebuchadnezzar, or exile.  They <I>knew</I> that I wanted a snow day too.  And they learned that I mean it when I say that learning is first.  

And, I just found out that we have early release - 12 o'clock.  That makes <I />every</i>one happy.  

What am I really getting at in this ramble...?  I think there's a lot more here than the achivement gap.  There's something here about priorities.  There's something about making a statement.  There's something about letting people know that you're serious about what you do.  (If you're not, why are you doing it?)

Sorry, this is a sleep-deprived not that's not very well thought out.  

Umm... make a statement.  
:)]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 10:51:54 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/478229</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>She's Gone Home</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/461042</link>
      <description><![CDATA[To everyone who has been praying for Pastor Amy Stockstill - thank you.  Please read the following message from Pastor Joel:

"With both sadness and joy I regret to inform all of you that tonight February 11 at 9:40 pm my lovely wife Amy went to be with Jesus. This is a mighty victory and the half will never be known. With great love and appreciation to all who have joined with us.

Joel"

Please keep Pastor Joel and all of their family, friends, and congregation in your prayers.
]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 07:59:11 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/461042</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>PRAY</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/454386</link>
      <description><![CDATA[People of prayer -

Please call out on the name of Jesus to heal Amy Stockstill. She is from Bethany World Prayer Center, wife of Pastor Joel Stockstill. 

While the doctors have predicted only a few hours or days to live, I know that God is HUGE. Please pray strength and healing for her body, comfort for her family.

The enemy has already been defeated!

Check http://www.joelstockstill.com for updates]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 18:33:12 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/454386</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Warm Note on a Cold Day</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/426301</link>
      <description><![CDATA[<i>From my email newsletter...</i>

Grace and peace to you.  If you're a follower of the happenings in Christian pop culture (yes, while Christians were called to be <i>in</i> the world we have in many ways created our own... not to leave my point...), you have probably heard of Rob Bell of Mars Hill Church in Grand Rapids, Michigan.  He recently shared a message with his congregation and podcasters worldwide entitled "Grace and Peace."  He taught that the word 'grace' carries a message of joy, pleasure, favor without expectation of return, and the absolutely free expression of the love of God.  And 'peace' expresses harmony and every kind of good. 

And so, it is truly with grace and peace to you that I begin this letter - joy, pleasure, favor, the absolutely free love of God, harmony, and <i>every</i> kind of good - to you.  

We are just about to end the second quarter of the school year.  Approaching this mark in the year is a bit intimidating when I think about how far my students have yet to go before I will feel I have well-served them.  I must say, however, that for many of my students their optimism about learning and their ability to achieve has grown quite a bit from the start of the year.  

One of my students, who has all year given me the most practiced of bad attitudes, when asked to share something she was thankful for said, "I'm thankful for Miss Freitas because I didn't think I could pass but she keeps telling me that I can."  And she can... if only she would turn in more homework, study for tests, and not shut down when she doesn't get her way (much improvement on that last one as of late).  

Coming back from Christmas break was admittedly a stretch for me and I think for my students as well.  Suddenly extending to them the patience I would like became quite a challenge.  Recognizing that I needed a break from them, I took last Tuesday off to pray and relax, grade papers and write lessons.  When I came back on Wednesday I think we all felt a bit of relief and now we're back to the grind.

Besides the past few weeks of mental and physical exhaustion, I'm enjoying my life in Philadelphia more and more.  Rather than getting frustrated by the idiosyncrasies of Philly, I'm learning to laugh and embrace them as that which makes this city so different from others.  I continue to enjoy the adventures of public transportation, searching out the most obscure of coffee shops, and visiting new churches.

I recently was telling a friend about my search for a new church and had to clarify that while frustrating at times, it has been a really good process for me to go through.  I've been able to evaluate what is important to me in a church and why.  One of the things I have taken time to reflect on, explore, and discuss is the idea of community and what that looks like in the church.  With that conversation comes the sometimes unfortunate reality that many of our churches in America operate more like businesses than communities.  And I am not embittered by this, just challenged and thoughtful.  

Also - Huge congrats to Gary, Keitha, and William and the arrival of their new little one - Ethan!!  Also, congrats to the Prettyman's and Newbill's on the arrival of their grandchildren - praise God for babies!!!]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 16:06:45 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/426301</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Tired</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/415287</link>
      <description><![CDATA[My head is pounding.  I'm ready for a break.  So much so, in fact, that I took tomorrow off.  Working for a charter school, a lot of things are fuzzy - such as sick days and personal days.  We don't technically have any, it's at the administration's discretion.  Thankfully, grace has found me favor in the sight of said administrators and I have a mental health day tomorrow.  

Don't get the wrong impression, things aren't awful.  I'm not necessarily unhappy.  I'm just all tuckered out.  "Come to Me," He beckons.  I will go to Him.  

I love my students but it's been hard as of late, to love them.  It's been hard to show the patience and selflessness that love is.  And so, I know that it is time for a break.  In more ways than one that selflessness means w-o-r-k.  It means planning and grading which, regardless of how much time people think that takes or how much it may take more seasoned teachers, it takes me a stinkin' long time.  In addition to the time factor, it takes a lot of mental energy.  

My hope and plan for tomorrow is to wake up around my normal time, get in some really good God-time and then plant myself in Starbucks for a few hours.  I'll take a break for a lunch date with Jesus and then, God willing, get more work done.  The only potential snag in my problem is that getting work done can sometimes be... more of a challenge for me than for some.  But, grace find me daily and I'm sure the Big Guy can help me out with this as well.  ]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 16:52:39 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/415287</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Relatively Short &amp; Random </title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/405927</link>
      <description><![CDATA[I'm back in Philadelphia now, trying to settle back in.  The initial return was pretty hard emotionally but I'm pretty much over that now.  I really want to love and enjoy Philly while I'm here - this is a once in a lifetime opportunity - but I'm just not <b>loving</b> it yet (liking, yes). 

I feel like I'm on the edge of something, I don't quite know what it is and perhaps it's not even something great, but there's some kind of anticipation in me.  I started a Daniel fast on Saturday.  Kind of a dedication of the year, a refocusing of mind, a purifying of my body, spirit, and soul, and a hope for breakthrough and answers.  I'm not sure if the anticipation is just for whatever fruit will come from this fast or... only time will tell I suppose.  

Being home for Christmas and New Years was wonderful.  It prepared me to enter a new season here in Philly and filled my heart with all of the love and hugs I'll need to push me through to summer when I next return.  

I've been thinking a lot about community as of late.  Specifically the community of God's people.  There's a book that I was supposed to read for a class I took once.  By 'supposed to' I mean I didn't.  Anyway, the title is <I />Created For Community</i> and that idea has stuck with me all these six-ish years - that we are created for community.  It has only been as of late that I've begun to truly process that concept - that God designed us to live in community - and the reality that generally speaking we who were made with such intentions are not living in community.  What does that look like?  What does it mean for us?  What does it look like to others?  Too bad I left that book in the free pile before I left school, perhaps it could have given some insight into these questions.  

Penny for your thoughts?]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 16:12:15 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/405927</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>A Very Merry Christmas</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/386104</link>
      <description><![CDATA[Hey everyone!  Just wanted to wish you and yours a very merry Christmas!  I truly, truly hope and pray that as you reflect on God's great gift that you will be filled with joy regardless of any circumstances that may have otherwise clouded your mind.  

Thanks for being a part of my life!]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 16:59:58 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/386104</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>ONE Dollar!</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/359450</link>
      <description><![CDATA[So, I loathe taking drugs of any kind - OTC, precribed, and especially illegal (the latter of which I have never, by the way, taken in any form).  Anyway, I found myself in the weirdest place today - at the pharmacist (oh the joys of post-auto accident pain).  But what do you know, God has a plan for that out of the ordinary trip.  As I sat waiting for my prescription to be filled, a gentlemen was standing at the counter with an order of his own.  He looked at the man behind the glass window, "Well, how much is it going to be?" 

The pharmacy tech typed some figures into his computer, "Two dollars."

Grumbling the man said that he would have to try to go home and get the money and come back.  "What time do y'all close?"

"Five o'clock."  Which left him less than twenty minutes.

Obviously upset, the man man left.  About five minutes later he returned with a dollar.  He wondered if he could just pay the dollar and bring another dollar later.  "I come here all the time," he gestured to one of the women behind the window, "she knows I do.  I swear I'll bring it in.  I come here all the time!"

The technician gave a simpathetic look and in some quiet way let him know that he would have to come back and pick up his prescription at another time.  Since the beginning of this whole thing I hesitated, not wanting to be nosey but also wanting to help.  Just as he reached the door I blurted out, "Excuse me sir!"  He looked at me curiously.  "All you need is a couple bucks?"

"Yes miss, I just need a dollar."

"Well, here," I smiled and handed him a buck.

He thanked me and went back to the counter, suddenly standing a bit taller.  My prescription was called just after our exchange and we shared a few kind sentiments with one another as I walked out the door.  

As soon as I left I kept saying to myself, "<I />One</i>dollar, just <I />one</i> dollar...."  And I got a little teary-eyed as I thanked God that while my financial situation has been tough, I still had a dollar to share.  Suddenly my recent financial frustration withered and I was reminded of how blessed I am.  And that gentlemen, he was so blessed by that one dollar.  And I prayed that God would put him in a time and place in which he could pass on that one dollar blessing.  And I pray too, that you can find yourself in that time and place.

Tag - you're it!]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 21:14:47 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/359450</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Totaled</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/325785</link>
      <description><![CDATA[Well, my car is officially totaled.  Admitedly that makes me sad because I love my car and it doesn't seem possible in my mind for me to replace it with a close to equally reliable mode of transport... but God... God knows and He is BIG and knows exactly what I am going to do for transportation from here on and what to do with my car and all of that fun stuff.  

Yeah, I was in Baltimore with Amy and as we were getting ready to leave this car just... bam!  Smashed into me.  Amy has severe muscle strain in her back and I haven't gone in to get mine checked out yet but it's in need of some love and healing.  Isn't the spine a funny thing?  

Anyway, the whole thing has been kind of weird and thrown off the routine that I had established which, to be honest, has not been a bad thing (with the exception of pain, phone calls to insurance people, and being without a vehicle).  But anyway, this shift in routine I think has been good for my mental and spiritual health.  And, overall, God has really helped me to maintain a good attitude and perspective and I'm so thankful for that.  I was pretty frustrated one day but my mom prayed for me and reminded me about how GINORMOUS our God is so, that was the good kick in the heart I needed. 

My mom is amazing.

My God is amazing.

Alrighty, please pray for everything to go smoothly and complete healing for Amy and me.  And while you're at it, if you wouldn't mind praying for my friend Rachel's son Linus as well.  He's less than a year old and has had some really intense heart problems.  I'm really believing that God will not only heal Linus' physical heart, but Rachel's spiritual heart.  

Thanks friends!]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 20:14:19 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/325785</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Busting Boredom?</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/309907</link>
      <description><![CDATA[I read about a book today called <i>Recess Success! 251 Boredom-Busting Games & Activities for the Elementary Playground</I>.  I recognize that I have been out of the elementary school arena for a few months now but the last time I was, I hadn't met any elementary school children who claimed to be bored during recess.  Kids are kids--they laugh, they play, they have a grand ol' time.  Boredom-busting... right...]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 19:09:50 -0800</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/309907</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Walking Wounded</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/304215</link>
      <description><![CDATA[A blog post by Jim Palmer, author of <i>Divine Nobodies</i> and <I>Wide Open Spaces</I>:
Here's to all the walking wounded ... to those still carrying a little heartbroken boy or girl inside; to those who feel rejected and lonely; to those who woke up with a dull ache inside; to those who are wondering where God is in the midst of their deep pain; to those whose past wounds have been pulled open yet again; to those weary and worn out and longing for some place called home; to those in the darkness who can't seem to find the light; to those who wonder if they will ever find love; to those who feel misunderstood; to the abandoned and discarded; to those who feel they are running out of reasons to get out of bed each morning; to those in the clutches of depression; to those who are smiling on the outside but dying on the inside; to those suffereing in silence.  Here's to all the walking wounded.  

Palmer wrote later in <a href="http://relevantmagazine.com/">Relevant Magazine</a> that he received a flood of responses to this blog from Christians and he wondered to himself, "What gives?"  He writes, "There was a time when I sought after God because I wanted certain benefits of knowing Him.  [...]  One evening I was sharing life's dissatisfactions with a friend of mine.  [...]  [T]hrough him God spoke six words that got my attention: 'Jim, I AM what you're looking for.'  [...]  What God was saying to me was, 'Jim, you're searching for it through life circumstances, human relationships, success, even through a set of Christian beliefs, practices and principles about Me.  You seek Me because you want Me to give it to you.  Jim, I am IT.  I am love.  I am life.  I am peace.  I am joy.  I am satisfaction.  I am freedom.  It's not something I give; it's who I am.  I AM what you're looking for.'"

Here's to Jim Palmer.

Word.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 12:11:38 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/304215</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>First Friday</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/302653</link>
      <description><![CDATA[The good news is that I'm starting to really like Philly.  I don't love it yet and I don't really like it ye, but I <I>do</I> like it and I think I'm on my way to <I>really</i> liking it.  That might take some extra time.  I have about twenty months so I'm hoping to love it in the next few months so that I can really cherish being here.  

Today we had professional development.  It was a nice break from teaching and while some of my day felt like a waste of time, it was great to have a change of scenery, to be near the water, and to get out early.  Our p.d. was at the <a href="http://www.phillyseaport.org">Independence Seaport Museum</a>, an organization that our school has a close partnership with.  They provided lunch which was an added bonus.  <i>And</I> I was able to take SEPTA there and walk a few blocks in the finally crisp autumn air.  So, overall it was a good day.  

Tonight Amy and I are going to check out <a href="http://www.oldcityarts.org/start.html">First Friday</a> so that should be a great way to spend a Friday evening, checking out the Old City art scene.  I dig the arts so it will be nice to see what's here in Philly.  One of these days I am determined to go the ginormous <a href="http://www.philamuseum.org/">art museum</a> we have here.  I'd also really like to see what the theatre scene is like here so perhaps that will be my next venture.  The nice thing about First Friday is that it's free - how beautiful is that?!

Sorry but I really don't have anything deep or interesting to say - that's all I've got.  

]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 16:22:21 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/302653</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Today's Newsletter</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/262777</link>
      <description><![CDATA[For those of you who don't get my emailed 'newsletter,' here it is:

Dear Friends and Family, 

The good news is I haven't dropped off the face of the planet.  The bad news is life has been such a whirl wind that I haven't had a chance to write in the last few months.  All the same, here I am, in West Philadelphia (go ahead, sing the song, I do all the time) and working in Northeast Philly.  I'm about a three-minute drive or subway ride into downtown and a five-minute walk to the University of Pennsylvania and Drexel University.  

Philly is an interesting city.  Drivers honk often and not always with purpose.  Drivers also do not always seem to have the necessary pre-requisites for driving such as knowing how to do so safely and understanding and applying the laws associated with the task.  All the same, I have yet to be struck by another vehicle.  

Yes, people really do eat a lot of cheese steaks and pretzels; the latter of which can be purchased at some places ten for two dollars.  It's no wonder why they're so popular.  

I'm learning to not be so shocked by the lack of concern for the environment, though I am maintaining my stand on its importance.  Garbage clutters every street and sidewalk and recycling is practically foreign.  Even the businesses I've been into, including schools, don't recycle paper--yikes!  

Water is pronounced 'wudder' or 'wooder.'  Water ice (wooder ice) is a Philly dessert that's likened to snow cones or slushies but has its own uniqueness.  Seattle is known to most Philadelphians as home to Starbucks and rainy days but is often thought to be located somewhere in the mid-West.  

The School District of Philadelphia is in a sad state, with astronomical amounts of money completely unaccounted for and hundreds of thousands of students unable to read, write, and do mathematics at grade level.  It's no wonder Philly is also home to countless charter school (public schools that are not a part of the school district).  Of course, even the charter schools have their challenges and many are doing no better academically than the district schools. 
 
I am working in partnership with Teach For America but am employed by a school, in my case a charter school--Maritime Academy Charter High School (MACHS).  Somehow I ended up teaching sixth grade again, which is fabulous.  This year, however, I'm just teaching Reading/Language Arts (RELA) and Social Studies.  In Pennsylvania students receive an hour and a half each of English and mathematics so it works out that I only have two classes of students, teaching each class RELA and Social Studies.  And, because I'm at a charter school, our class sizes are pretty small--I have 27 & 28. 
 
Because we are a charter school our students come from all over the city--which I love!  It's tough on many of them though, who catch the bus or SEPTA (public transportation) at 7am and don't get home until 5pm.  Still, for most of them, they or their family would rather them be at MACHS than their neighborhood school. 
 
Almost all of my students come from low-income families.  None of my students who attended Maritime last year received an Advanced in reading or writing on the PSSA--that would be the equivalent of a 4 on the WASL.  Several did score Proficient but many are Basic and Below Basic (which would be a 2 or 1 on the WASL).  We don't have the scores for the students who just transferred into our school this year and the demographics are shifting because of our school's recent change of location (from West Philly to Northeast).  I'm not sure how that will interpret as far as test scores but, needless to say, these kids need some serious academic intervention.  And that, is why I teach for America.  :)

I work a lot these days, usually at Maritime from seven to five, a couple of hours each week night, most of the day Saturday, and part of Sunday.  I'm trying to maintain balance by scheduling dinner dates with my friend Amy (another corps member), and weekend outings with others.  Because I've only had the opportunity to get to know other corps members I have run into an interesting social situation.  There are two main groups of corps members--those who literally work ALL the time (for example, my friend Jenny who works from 6:30am-9, 10, or 11pm every single day), and those who both work and drink a lot (for example, Maria who definitely puts in her time during the week and then gets wasted all weekend).  I don't necessarily want to fall into either of those categories so I've spent a lot of my 'being balanced' time with Amy, who also doesn't feel inclined to kill herself working or waster her time getting wasted.  We've made a list that includes activities to do, restaurants to eat at, sites to see, cities to visit, etc.  

I'm also starting a sort of small group at my house this next Saturday.  I will have some Teach For America teachers over for brunch, prayer, and encouragement every second Saturday of the month.  This week I'm having some girls over who are believers but my hope is that it will be a place for people who don't know the Lord yet to experience the love and refreshment of Jesus.

This past weekend we had Monday off so I took my day off on Sunday and drove down to Washington, D.C. to visit a church plant from my home church in Seattle and visit Stephanie, one of my relocated Seattle friends.  I also had the opportunity this past week to have dinner with a friend who is studying in Boston and was passing through town.  Those two engagements were certainly the most refreshing I've had since my arrival here so, if you're ever in Philly or even within a few hours of here, let me know, you could very well be the breath of fresh air I'm needing.   

All in all, things here are certainly different, but not bad.  God is teaching me a lot... a lot... wow.  I'm learning patience and perseverance, I'm learning to work hard on things that do not come easily to me (I thought I learned that in college but apparently that's a life-long thing, go figure), I'm learning to love people who aren't easy for me to love (again, a life-long task), I'm learning to love my new city, I'm learning to identify and deal with biases, and so much more.  
I hope that all is well with you and your family and that you too are in a place of learning.  Please don't be offended if I do not respond to emails and phone calls right away but please do keep them coming--I love hearing about what is going on in the lives of those I love.  

May the grace and peace of the Lord Jesus be with you,

Beth
]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 18:18:41 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/262777</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Green Line</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/247260</link>
      <description><![CDATA[There's a great coffee house in University City, a three minute drive from my house, that reminds me of Seattle.  So, when I need a home away from home and I don't feel like hittin' up Starbucks, I drop by the Green Line Cafe.  It's a great place to get work done... or to blog.  :)

In the last two and a half weeks I have become a teacher that I do not recognize and, unfortunately, that's not a good thing.  In my limited teaching experience, I have raised my voice little and disciplined with love and fairness much.  At some point over the summer, between TFA indoctrination and Maritime's build up of the student population of our school, I began to, unknowingly, shift in my thinking of discipline.  My voice has never been so exhausted, nor my patience.  Not because I haven't worked with kids who have little discipline or respect for others, but because I am not the teacher I once was or ever wanted to be.  I find myself raising my voice all the time.  It used to be that when there would be a misbehavior I would smile and refocus the student with an, "Okay, come on, focus," or, "What do you think you should be doing right now? ... And what <I>are</I> you doing right now?  ...  That's what I thought, get back to work please," followed by a smile.  

And it's not that I'm hopeless, I'm actually hopeful.  I see the problem so now I can, with God's grace, readjust and teach with grace and love.  

One of my students, Ebony, has come to school four days out of twelve.  I know she has some issues at home and when I've seen her, I've done my best to let her know how much I care about her and how important it is that she is at school and learning.  I even bought her an alarm clock as one of her arguments for not coming to school was that her mom often doesn't get up in the morning to wake her up.  I asked, "Do you get yourself ready?"  <I>Yes.</I>  "And do you get to the bus by yourself?"  <I />Uh huh.</i>  "Great!  So the only thing you need is a way to get up!  That's such an easy problem to fix.  ..."  For the next three days in a row, she came to school.  And then, she disappeared again.  

Ebony is a bright girl.  While I haven't completed her diagnostics (as she has missed every day of testing), I can tell that she is at least a critical thinker.  Unfortunately, she gets caught up though when she senses that she could be wrong, or sound wrong, or when she fears she might not get her way.  That's when the 'I coudn't care less' attitude shows up... blah!

I spoke with her mom the other day.  After I very politely informed her that, "I'm sorry but if you cannot speak to me in a respectful manner I'm going to have to end this conversation," she finished her screaming rant with, "Well I've said everything I wanted to say!  I'm hanging up now, bye!"  And she did.  I don't know if it's wrong but I actually laughed when she hung up.  

I started a diagnostic called the San Diego quick with many of my students.  The students basically read grade-leveled lists of ten words so that I can get a quick idea of the grade level at which I should begin their more in-depth reading diagnostics.  I was surprised at how many students scored fifth grade and sad, but not shocked, at those who scored at a second grade level.  It is, of course, just one quick snap shot but the fact that they could not read words like 'abolish' (6th grd), 'discussed' (5th grd), 'certainly' (4th grd), and 'drew' (3rd grd) is a good indication that they need lots of help and fast.  

Alright, back to the Green Line work zone!  Hope life is splendid!  

<I />Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commands."  -Deuteronomy 7:9</i>

<I />Student names changed for confidentiality purposes.</i>]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 10:54:17 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/247260</guid>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Uniform</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/233710</link>
      <description><![CDATA[uniform.  - noun.  an identifying outfit or style of dress worn by the members of a given profession, organization, or rank. 

My students wear uniforms.  Actually, most of the kids I've seen here in Philly wear uniforms.  I've always gone back and forth on the issue - even when I was in school.  Today, I had what I describe to my students as a "defining moment."  I tell them, it's one of the those moments when something you've questioned suddenly is questioned no longer and you make up your mind.  I was looking through my student's paperwork today when I decided that, in spite of their inhibiting nature, uniforms are actually quite a freeing thing for the families with whom I work.  These families make less money for four, five, six, even seven people than I do for one.  The sickening part is that I get frustrated from time to time that I don't have the money to buy the clothes I like, or, new clothes at all sometimes.  Sick!  So the fact that, if they want, all they have to do is buy one or two uniform shirts and a pair of black pants and shoes, is officially a very good idea.  Children don't have to worry about wearing the hottest new fashion and parents don't have to disappoint children with the denial of such.  

Uniforms are good.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 19:25:21 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/bethf/posts/text/233710</guid>
    </item>
  </channel>
</rss>
