In another attempt at blatant self-promotion, I will share that I have been invited to join the blog staff of our local newspaper. (www.indystar.com/intouch)
When I was in journalism school, editing was a dose of empowerment and a dose of fear. I could glide through the day on a compliment of a well composed sentence. I could put my head in the pillowcase over a typo.
I love having an editor. I'm trying not to drive her crazy. I will learn when to make my case and when to shut my mouth. She will learn when to ignore me.
As they said in Casablanca, "This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
I've had teachers, editors, bosses and more. My favorite editor is the one I call and say, "Hi Mom. What do you think?"
Showing posts with label teachers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teachers. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
People Don't Know Their Influence -- Part One
There's an old saying about children ... "they don't do what you say, they do what you do." Sad, but probably true.
I think it's possible for many people to go through life without realizing they are being watched. I've had great bosses, great ministers, great friends. I'm watching. I'm learning.
Nick Seats allowed me to follow him around in his agency while I was in high school and college. (Like a Labrador Retriever with her tongue hanging out.) He inspired me.
The mean, mean teacher I had in my freshman year of college told me I would never cut it. She thought I wasn't tough enough. Wanna Bet?
Several years ago, a daughter of my friend had to write a paper about someone she admires. When she chose me, I was honored. Another friend brought me back to earth by saying, "She probably likes the way you smoke."
The Pasadena gang of my childhood still influences me. (Both the children and the parents.)
The obvious one is my parents. Love abounded in our household, along with a strong dose of morals and responsibility. But my favorite influence is that they both know how to laugh with abandon.
My goldies (bestest friends in the whole wide world) taught me what friendships can be. They can span decades. They can survive hard times. They can transport you in time and allow the inner child to emerge. They can hold you hostage with photos or notes they have kept.
Syd Cook taught me what a boss is supposed to be. He spoiled me for anyone else. He exemplifies traits I aspire to have. He also taught me that when your plane is sliding on an icy runway, headed for Lake Michigan, it's ok to grab hands and say, "This is not how I planned to f+++ing die." (We obviously survived.)
My girlfriend group has no idea how much I study them. I learn everything from style to parenting (or grandparenting) tips. I am the perpetual student at their feet.
There are many more. That will be Part Two. Stay tuned.
I think it's possible for many people to go through life without realizing they are being watched. I've had great bosses, great ministers, great friends. I'm watching. I'm learning.
Nick Seats allowed me to follow him around in his agency while I was in high school and college. (Like a Labrador Retriever with her tongue hanging out.) He inspired me.
The mean, mean teacher I had in my freshman year of college told me I would never cut it. She thought I wasn't tough enough. Wanna Bet?
Several years ago, a daughter of my friend had to write a paper about someone she admires. When she chose me, I was honored. Another friend brought me back to earth by saying, "She probably likes the way you smoke."
The Pasadena gang of my childhood still influences me. (Both the children and the parents.)
The obvious one is my parents. Love abounded in our household, along with a strong dose of morals and responsibility. But my favorite influence is that they both know how to laugh with abandon.
My goldies (bestest friends in the whole wide world) taught me what friendships can be. They can span decades. They can survive hard times. They can transport you in time and allow the inner child to emerge. They can hold you hostage with photos or notes they have kept.
Syd Cook taught me what a boss is supposed to be. He spoiled me for anyone else. He exemplifies traits I aspire to have. He also taught me that when your plane is sliding on an icy runway, headed for Lake Michigan, it's ok to grab hands and say, "This is not how I planned to f+++ing die." (We obviously survived.)
My girlfriend group has no idea how much I study them. I learn everything from style to parenting (or grandparenting) tips. I am the perpetual student at their feet.
There are many more. That will be Part Two. Stay tuned.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Pizza: The Perfect Food
This is how old I am. Many years ago, they combined gym with some health and nutrition classes -- they may have even thrown in sex ed. This is way before the food pyramids or HIV/AIDS. These were the Leave It To Beaver years.
You were supposed to get some of each of the four food groups: bread, veggies, dairy and protein. Our teacher made it clear to us that pizza met the criteria and was therefore, the perfect food. Lesson learned! I got through college waiting for Sunday night when we ordered pizza.
If we haven't planned dinner and the oldies are hungry, I'll order a pizza. If I'm alone, I often order a pizza.
And, they bring it to your door! Is this a great country or what?
But, I am a health nut so I only eat one slice.
You were supposed to get some of each of the four food groups: bread, veggies, dairy and protein. Our teacher made it clear to us that pizza met the criteria and was therefore, the perfect food. Lesson learned! I got through college waiting for Sunday night when we ordered pizza.
If we haven't planned dinner and the oldies are hungry, I'll order a pizza. If I'm alone, I often order a pizza.
And, they bring it to your door! Is this a great country or what?
But, I am a health nut so I only eat one slice.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Passing Notes
School was hard for me to sit through. My work was done and I was easily bored. So, I spent my time writing notes to my girlfriends. My report cards constantly had some version of the remark, "Talks too much" or "She needs to stop sending notes." In high school, we had this down to a science. We could pass in the hallway or the lunchroom. There was always a note.
About 12 or so years ago, the Golden Girls were together for one of our trips. One of them had saved many of our notes from high school. We spent countless hours reading them and belly laughing.
The other day I was in church. My mother passed me a note. Then, she passed one to my aunt, sitting in the pew behind us. I sent my mom a note back. (Yes, we did participate in the service.) I want to contact every teacher that ever corrected me. I come by this honestly. I can't help it.
About 12 or so years ago, the Golden Girls were together for one of our trips. One of them had saved many of our notes from high school. We spent countless hours reading them and belly laughing.
The other day I was in church. My mother passed me a note. Then, she passed one to my aunt, sitting in the pew behind us. I sent my mom a note back. (Yes, we did participate in the service.) I want to contact every teacher that ever corrected me. I come by this honestly. I can't help it.
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