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July 9th-19th, 2018

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After 34 years Mrs. Houy retires from teaching.  She wrote this essay to share her feelings about teaching.

“IF THE SHOE FITS, WEAR IT”

By Carol Houy

THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE.
SHE HAD SO MANY CHILDREN SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
SHE FED THEM SOME BROTH WITHOUT ANY BREAD,
AND SPANKED THEM ALL SOUNDLY AND SENT THEM TO BED.

I used to think that this old woman was kind of a whiner, a bit mean and
cranky; that perhaps she needed to take a child psychology class, or attend a
Love and Logic seminar, to obtain the necessary skills to better manage her
children.

After all, I was a perfectly competent, stay-at-home mother of three young
daughters, only 2 years and 4 months apart. I provided three home-cooked
nutritious meals a day. I took them on enriching field trips to parks, zoos, and
children’s museums. I enrolled them in gymnastics and ballet. I hosted
birthday parties with homemade, hand-decorated cupcakes. I read numerous
books to them each night before tucking them into bed with hugs and kisses..

And then, when my youngest daughter entered first grade, I started having
more and more children, 20-30 at a time, year after year...and slowly I began
to understand the psyche of that old woman in the shoe.

My youngest children couldn’t even tie their own shoes at first (thank God for
George de Mestral’s wonderful invention of Velcro!) They couldn’t open
their pudding cups. They couldn’t put on or take off their snow suits and
snow boots (Oh you’ll never know how many times I wished I lived in
California or Hawaii, where such apparel wasn’t even sold in stores!) And
when Easter finally rolled around, along with it came those creatively colored,
dynamically decorated Easter eggs in every lunch box (Why, oh why, can’t
those eggs be peeled at home and sent to school naked and ready to eat?)

As my children grew older, I encountered different daily challenges: sniffing
glue, cutting, fist fights, even a suicide. One of my children ate everything in
sight-pom-poms, glitter, hand sanitizer drenched Kleenex; while another child
quit eating altogether so she could be skinny and fit in. Broken bones, broken
hearts, broken homes tore me apart.

Day after day, 180 days a year, 6 1⁄2 hours a day, we spent together; reading
and writing, sharing and caring, learning and loving, these children of mine.
I wore their handmade bracelets proudly, even if they clashed with my outfit.
I ate their grandma’s chocolate zucchini bread, at least one bite so I could see
the smiles light up their faces. I dressed up, performed in skits, and danced
with them in spite of my knee and hip replaced body. The language of my life
was laughter, lots of laughter.

Nights and weekends, too, were devoted to all my children. I attended choir
concerts, band concerts, dance recitals, baptisms; and game after game after
game...softball, baseball, football, basketball, having a ball while loudly and
proudly cheering on each one. Even summers (a.k.a. vacation) found me
driving teams to camps; the longest trip to southern California in a mini-bus

full of high school basketball players. (By the way, did you know that a mini-
bus cannot make the sharp turn in a Burger King drive-through? I do now,

one side mirror and lots of screaming later!)

On June 8, I will sadly say goodbye to my last 25 children as they walk out my
door, their heads full of fractions, their hearts full of memories. I will return
to my room at the end of the hall; I’ll sit in my chair, trying hard not to bawl.
The final good-bye, not just to this class, but to the 1,955 children I’ve had in
the past 34 years. You see...

THERE IS AN OLD WOMAN; THAT WOMAN IS ME.
RETIRING FROM TEACHING, REAL SOON I WILL BE.
I’VE “MOTHERED” THESE CHILDREN AS IF THEY’RE MY OWN,
I’VE WATCHED THEM AS THEY’VE LEARNED AND GROWN.
I’VE TAUGHT THEM A LOT-READING, WRITING, AND MATH,
BUT MOST OF ALL, HOW TO CHOOSE THE RIGHT PATH.
THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR CHILDREN WITH ME,
THEY WILL LIVE ON FOREVER IN MY MEMORY.

Check out this awesome article from The Inlander featuring our Timberlake High School students.  Mountain View Alternative High School seniors took part in a Reverse Job Fair and it was feature in the Coeur d'Alene Press.