Rerouting: A California Blog

To say I love vacation would be an understatement. When I was growing up, each dinner conversation about daily activities, friends, and homework was put on pause as I practically yelled from excitement, “Where are we going on our vacation?!” We usually only traveled in the summer, and I would ask beginning in the fall, so my family had many dinner conversations of this to endure. Traveling has been a passion of mine for many reasons, ranging from not having to go to work to the delicious waffles you can prepare for yourself at continental breakfasts. Traveling is also enjoyable to me because you get to learn things about a place that you may not learn by a simple Google search. For Fall Break, Tyler and I went to Los Angeles, which I hadn’t visited in years, so I compiled a list of things I learned there.

The fact that the traffic is not deemed a national emergency is shocking to me. I would say traffic is terrible, but the word “terrible” is too positive to describe it. I had been told traffic would be bad, so my expectations were low. Once we got to LA, however, I realized how optimistic I had been. How do people get places there? I spent the majority of our trip trying to figure out how many celebrities live there. How are you on time to your movies you are filming? Do you have some sort of elite celebrity underground freeway system? How does every Hollywood red carpet interview not start off with a celebrity desperately trying to fan the sweat off their face from having to run the last 19 miles in their formal wear? (I know there are a lot of A-list celebrities that read my blog, so please either comment or drop a pin for me so I can find said celebrity freeway.)

The witches and wizards of Harry Potter are apparently all children of Jeff Bezos. On our first day of adventuring through Los Angeles, Tyler and I went to Universal Studios. As we are both Harry Potter fans, we reread the books last summer and decided we needed to visit the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Perhaps it was written in magical invisible ink in the margins of one of the first chapters of the series, but somewhere it must mention that the wizards and witches attending Hogwarts are secret billionaires. Why do I say this? Because when we stopped in to the Three Broomsticks to order lunch and some butterbeer, the cost of our meal came to the same price as OUR GROCERY BILL FOR THE WEEK. FOR ONE MEAL. WITH NO LEFTOVERS. I remember watching The Sorcerer’s Stone and being in awe of the scene where Hagrid takes Harry to Gringotts to find that his parents left him stacks and stacks of gold. I thought they must have left him millions, but turns out they left him just enough to buy one butterbeer, but certainly not enough to get that butterbeer in a collector’s item cup. 

Warner Brother’s Need to Invest in Plastic Mugs: Anther fun stop we made was to the Warner Brother’s Studio Tour. We got to see sets for TV shows, props for movies, and drive past a lot of people I thought were celebrities until I realized that the celebrities were probably all enjoying their underground freeway. Unfortunately I am not allowed to disclose much of the information I learned on this tour as it may spoil shows that are not out yet, but all I will say is that when you see the bookshelf that is in the revamp of Lizzie McGuire, you will all go *CRAZY*. We also got to sit in the set of Friends, where an employee kindly took our picture. She was telling us how to pose and told us to clink the ceramic mugs together. As the good people are, we obliged, and as the good but apparently oblivious people we are, we practically smashed the mugs together, almost breaking them. We quickly thanked the employee and hurried away before they made us pay for damages in butterbeer. 

California Needs More Music About Itself. (Yes, this is another traffic rant): There are a lot of songs dedicated to California. We found a playlist to listen to while we were driving from place to place, and it was great!...for the first portion of the trip. Sadly, not enough songs about California exist that we could listen to en route to the beach unless we listened to “It Never Rains in Southern California” 78 times on repeat. One night, we decided to go to the Griffith Observatory, which is in the movie La La Land. Obviously we had to listen to the soundtrack on the way there. It was less than five miles away, but we listened to the whole soundtrack, from start to finish, BEFORE WE EVEN GOT OFF SUNSET BOULEVARD. Not only is the traffic bad, but using Google Maps there is like being part of a weird, intense game of telephone. I would put a location in Maps, it would give us the directions, and we would be on our way. Once we got on the freeway, Maps would very quickly reroute us, claiming it had a faster route for us. I would go from telling Tyler he was fine to get in the far left lane to 13 seconds later panicking, “You have to get off this exit in 7 feet!!!” Once Tyler had maneuvered around the cars and safely gotten us of the exit, we would go on the new route for no more than 4 minutes before the phone chirped again, “REROUTING!” By the 819th reroute, we decided we would not be moving to California anytime soon. 

All in all, it was a great trip that gave me a greater appreciation for the warriors who work in the California division of Google Maps. 

Ode to Summer

Labor Day always feels like an end of summer celebration to me. It’s a final goodbye to the lazy mornings, hot days, and long nights of the past couple of months. (Even though the blazing hot summer seems to continue right up until the first snowstorm of the year) Although autumn is clearly the superior season, summer has given me a lot to be thankful for: 

Thanks for the water still stuck in my ear: There are many things I am not good at. (See also: tennis) Perhaps this is why when I find something I’m great at, I celebrate it even if it’s weird or unimportant. For example, the eye doctor I had growing up always told me I have amazing retinas. After every eye appointment, I took it upon myself to let every family member know that even though I am blind as a bat, MY retinas are incredible. (Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse when I went to a new doctor this past year and the doctor didn’t use any words like “spectacular” or “marvelous” or “America’s Top Retina Model” and instead used words like “You can see our secretary for your payment” and “Please get out of the chair. We have other patients.”)  Along with great retinas, another odd thing I am proud of is my underwater handstands. I can’t actually do a handstand on land, which is maybe why I’m pleased as punch that I can do one underwater. I always beat my siblings at handstand contests, and when Tyler and I went to the pool this summer I was eager to show off my skills. After coming up from the water, however, one of my ears was all plugged up. This didn’t worry me too much, because usually it drains out of my ear in an hour or two. Alas, a few hours later my ear was still plugged, and it felt like the entire Pacific Ocean, sea creatures and all, were residing in my ear canal. The next morning it felt like I was still underwater, with a bowling ball somehow lodged inside. I sadly realized I would need to call the doctor. How many people in their 20’s are calling their doctor because of an underwater handstand incident? Am I aging too quickly? How is someone mature enough to pay their bills and floss consistently for the two weeks leading up to a dentist appointment so they can claim they floss “all the time” calling for something seven year old Rachel was doing all summer? Luckily the doctor refrained from laughing, prescribed me with some medication, and I spent the rest of the summer going through a midlife crisis.  

Thanks for the 40 Lost Tennis Sets: My family is a group of very casual tennis players. When I was growing up, we would go play on the summer holidays, like Memorial Day or the 4th of July, but I never played regularly enough to actually be any good. In fact, I didn’t even take the time to learn the scoring or rules until this year, as hitting the ball back and forth was good enough for me. This summer, my brother Tim and I decided we were going to play more often, so every morning we would walk over to the park and play some games. At the beginning I was truly awful, and I would only win one or two games against him. The more we played, the more I improved. I would go as far to say that I moved all the way from “tennis novice” to “inexperienced tennis player”. I started winning more games, but would still lose the set. As I started to get better, my goal was to win at least one set before the end of the summer. That’s how every Disney movie ends, right? Someone is incredibly untalented, they work hard, and they finally succeed during the big game, usually with a marching band and fireworks to accompany the win, along with a flash forward of the main character playing in the major leagues. Unfortunately, it turns out this aspect of my life is one of those sad dramas where there is no uplifting message and on your way home you accidentally knock your popcorn refill all over the front seat of your best friend’s car. I took Tim to a tie-breaker a couple of times, but I never was able to win an entire set. No marching band, no fireworks, but I still haven’t ruled out the idea of playing professionally. Not tennis of course, but ESPN now shows professional corn hole matches. So while I will continue to enjoy tennis, I think my professional career of corn hole may be taking off during the 2020 season. 

Thanks for my continued world domination: In the end of July, Tyler and I were able to join my extended family in Steamboat Springs, Colorado for a family reunion. It was great to be able to see family, and I was able to slowly increase my army of followers as my adorable nephew decided he would name his new stuffed animal Rachel. We also hiked up Fish Creek Falls, which was fairly steep, and when we made it to the top I was completely exhausted, not wanting to take another step. As we turned around to begin the hike back, I saw my 80 year old grandpa hiking to the top with the same amount of energy a child has the night of Halloween. I’m not sure if I was more impressed with my grandpa or concerned that my hiking ability is declining as quickly as my ear.

All in all, it was a successful summer. Now that I have all the Hulu commercials memorized by heart, I’m officially ready for school to start. 

Winners and Losers of the 2018-2019 School Year

When I catch up with family or friends, often people ask me, “How’s teaching going?” I usually say things are going well, and we move on to other topics like the weather, or my new book idea, Rachel’s Art of the Deal, which is of course based on Donald Trump’s book and includes lots of tips and tricks about deals including pinky swears, crossing your fingers under the table, and obscure but totally legal deal tips. (So far no publisher has been willing, but when I get this printed, it will be HUUUGE.) I don’t avoid the topic of teaching because I’m not willing to share my thoughts, it’s more like I rarely can find the words to adequately explain it. How do you simply put into words what spending eight hours every day with a classroom full of eleven year olds is like? Of course, like many things, there are both joyful and difficult times. So, without further ado, I present to you the winners and losers of the 2018-2019 school year. 

Winner: My Students

After a few of my students consistently came to class tardy because they were talking to their friends in the hall, I had a chat with them about being on time. Unfortunately, the chat happened no more than half an hour before I was stopped on the way to class by one of my friends who wanted to catch up for a minute. By the time I made it to my hallway, the students I had talked to were standing in front of the line right outside my classroom with gigantic grins as they watched me speed down the hall as the bell rang. Luckily they were kind enough to leave a note on my computer, and neither of us was late after that. (That’s a lie. We were both late some days, but who’s counting?) 

Loser: Toll House

While we were reading a book in which a girl is dared to drink a raw egg, I felt the need to take a serious adult moment and let the kids know that they shouldn’t go around drinking raw eggs. I explained they could get salmonella poisoning, but also admitted to the fact that I certainly enjoy a good batch of cookie dough. (Excellent teachers contradict themselves, right?) I expected for the kids to also chime in about how they like cookie dough, but instead I saw a bunch of disgusted faces staring at me. Eventually a kid raised his hand and said, “Mrs. Neeley, you eat cookie dough? Someday we’re going to be looking in the newspaper and see you DIED because you ate COOKIE DOUGH?!” The unimpressed looks on their faces was almost enough for me to give up cookie dough for good. Good luck Toll House, but these kids will never be enjoying your finest product. 

Winner: Science Youtubers

After showing my students a video on Youtube of a guy doing a science experiment to start off our lesson, one of my students raised his hand and asked if he could see how many subscribers the Youtuber had. After checking, the boy burst out, enraged, “Seven thousand! WHAT?!? I post ACTUAL content! This guy is just posting science!!” My reply that maybe the student could start posting about science was quickly filed into the “boring adult comment” section and quickly ignored.   

Loser: Me

In the spring, a few giant trees were cut down on the field where my students go out to recess, and large branches were scattered everywhere. It was no concern to me at all, which was my first mistake. The students ran outside and began play colonists/American Indians which is apparently impossible without holding five feet long branches as walking sticks. Ah! My heart! They actually were paying attention in social studies! It took no longer than 7 minutes for the students to start arguing about who got to use the BEST sticks and who would be destined to the short, broken ones.  Sadly, my favorite management strategy of “let the students figure this one out” failed miserably as one day I noticed my students getting their lunches from the kitchen, walking straight to the garbage can to dump the entire tray, and sprinting outside to be one of the elite stick holders. I realized this was a time for me to step in. I followed the students outside, but regrettably I didn’t realize Usain Bolt was in my class, because once they were out the door they were already on the other side of the field, waving the sticks above their head like the Tusken Raiders from Star Wars. I called them over, along with the rest of the class who had just dumped their freshly made lunches into the dumpster and heartbreakingly realized they were too late to enjoy a blissful half hour of playing with branches, and let them all know that they were going to need to find a way to cooperate and share or the sticks would be banned. After a few minutes of healthy communication (yelling at each other and calling names) they came up with an agreement, and they were happy campers. I went inside feeling pleased as punch we worked that one out as a class, and there were no more problems with sticks after that. (Sidenote: there were MANY more problems with the sticks. After approximately 683 fights, 5 trillion tears, and three weeks of having discussions of  WHEN students could retrieve the sticks, WHO could use which stick, WHERE the students could hide the sticks, WHAT games they could play with the sticks, HOW they were going to locate the sticks after the pesky 4th graders had hidden them, etc. etc. etc., the sticks were banned and I made them play really boring and terrible things at recess like kickball and four square.)

Winner: Me

Teaching is the most difficult thing I have ever done. (This is a lie. After day 13 of the stick fiasco, I came home, discouraged and exhausted to find a PILE of snakes sitting on my porch steps. Going back outside was the most difficult thing any human being has accomplished to date.) But teaching is a lot easier when you’re surrounded by teammates who will go along with your Emperor’s New Groove Halloween costume, a room mom who thinks of the exact perfect way to decorate the classroom door, and a parent of a student who constantly brought me sodas after long days. I’m lucky to be surrounded by amazing people and an incredible class of students who were patient with me and taught me something new every day. The students I teach will always have a special place in my heart.   

HAGS!