It’s true, no one is perfect…but I really hope that I can start to get a hang of my DSLR camera soon.  It is truly making me insane not to be able to figure out how to capture a photo using large depth of field correctly.  Let me tell you why this is so annoying…a large depth of field is a photo that has something in the foreground (large item) and in the background and all items in it are focused.  Sounds easy right…it is so not!!!!  I think I figured out why I cannot get it though…my camera was not on the right setting.  Hopefully, this week with the school being closed, summer school being over, and not having money to go out and do anything I can get some photography practice in.

In the meantime so I do not feel so inadequate, I thought I would post two pictures that I did take and love.  The first is of Leia, our second furbaby.  She is a fuzzball and usually a bit skittish, but for some reason I was able to snap this picture while she was laying on the bathroom counter as I was getting ready for bed one night.
Leia

Then, as I was making something like the 20th attempt to get a photo with large DOF I instead got this photo of Seau (our first and oldest furbaby). Might I add that I almost got some bad rug burn on my knees while I was taking it sprawled out on the stairs underneath him.
Seau

Short entry…but I’ll be back later when I am done feeling exhausted from all the cleaning I have been doing. More on that later and the fact that I had to move out of my old classroom quickly at the last minute.

Oh, and I have two tags that I have to take care of. Be back later.
 

I mentioned, a few posts back, (see Part 1)  one of my heroines/role models in teaching. Lucky for me , I have more than one. In the same education course I mentioned earlier, I found out about a strong, crazy, and kooky woman named Esme Codell. Actually, my professor, Chuck, found out about her himself through Erin Gruwell. During one of their many meetings and chats he asked her if there was some sort of a book out there, like hers, that elementary school teachers could relate to and read about (Freedom Writers is about high school students, in case you are not familiar with it). Her reply to him was, “You have to read “Educating Esme: Diary of a First Year Teacher”

Chuck was hooked and began having students in his education courses read it after they had read “Freedom Writers.”  You see, Esme was a first year 5th grade teacher who taught in an inner-city area of Chicago.  She was incredibly creative and did not beat around the bush.  People did not mess with her.  Esme pretty much did what she wanted to, as she was taught to do by her mentor teacher.  I do not want to say too much, because it would spoil all the fun and crazy moments of her diary.  Just believe me when I say, you really have to read it.   I know of many parents (not just teachers and students) who have read her book.

I think I mentioned in part 1 that Chuck’s class helped me to realize that the place I wanted to teach was in an at-risk area.  Well, Esme helped me realize I wanted to teach 5th graders.  She just made it sound so interesting…before that I had wanted to teach 2nd graders!  After student teaching, I decided I liked 4th (but had also student taught in K and 6th).  Her ideas for what she did with books and literature for her students were awe-inspiring.  I pretty much highlighted any thing and every thing I came across in her book that I thought I could accomplish myself.  Again, the people in my education course did not seem as enthralled with Esme as Chuck and I did.  Crazy people!

Although, I have not met Esme…I feel some day I will.  Ever since I became a full time teacher, I have started my own little tradition in which I read the diary all over again the week before school starts.  Did I say that I call it my own little bible?   It is a great motivational tool for me and reminds me of  all the things I used to dream of trying out in my own classroom.  Each time I have reread it since, I have highlighted other bits and pieces.  I would say that about 75% of the text in that book is highlighted now. 

A few years ago, I discovered that she had gone on to write her own books.  You see, after she taught for two years she had her own child and decided she wanted to become a librarian and then even became an author.  As soon as I found out she had written books, I went straight to B&N and grabbed “Sahara Special” and “How to Get Your Child to Love Reading”. Pretty much ravaged through them too and my copy of “How to Get Your Child to Love Reading” is also highlighted through and through. Plus, I have read “Sahara Special” to my last two classes and they decided it was one of their favorites from our year together. It especially was nice that she wrote the book about one of her 5th grade students from that first year of teaching and included all sorts of events that happened that year. Since I have incorporated many of her ideas into my own classroom, the kids were amazed at how her class sounded almost just like ours. Talk about hooking readers!

It got even better for me though, a few weeks ago (after I had read “Sahara Special” to my students and was reinspired) I found out she now has a book blog and a much better site for teachers and students.
Planet Esme
Planet Esme (for kids and teachers)
PlanetEsme Plan Blog

I was even able to buy the other books she has written to add to my library, which I do hope to read this summer.  Since I really want to meet my 2nd role model and heroine, I have decided to try to figure out a way to get her out to AZ to visit our school (and most importantly, to meet me…shhh, do not tell anyone that is the real reason ;) ).  Our elementary school is a fine arts school and we have brought authors out before.  My old AP told me that it might be possible if we can figure out a way to have another school pay to have her come out so that it will not be as expensive and have her stay for two days or so.  Cross your fingers that I can figure something out!  I will crap my own pants if I can meet this amazing woman, teacher, and author!!!!

I am incredibly driven right now to get my butt in gear with learning more about photography.  I have the camera and the basic skills of taking photos with a point and shoot automatically.  But that is going to get me no where really fast.  Basically, I have a goal in mind that I want to in a year’s time be ready to put up a website for my very own photography business, specializing in weddings and engagements.  I want to be able to start taking photographs professionally in a way that will allow me to get out there and enjoy myself and make some money doing it.  Sure enough, I already have my business name in mind, which I refuse to tell anyone about because I do not want it to end up in the wrong hands and get taken before I can claim it as mine officially.  The only thing left to do is learn how to take professional quality photos.  Now, I did take that free course online through 2Peas…but it was in the midst of my crazy semester of grad classes and so it did not work for me.  I kept falling back a week, then two weeks, and then it just turned in to too much time lost.  I can say though that it did give me a good base for taking the photography class I finally enrolled myself in online at Stare Photography.

So far, I have completed lessons 1-3. The first two were very basic. I was taught how to actually use a finger camera in order to view things as a photographer without looking through a camera lense. Lesson 3 was all about how to use the shutter and exposure (I will spare you the photography jargon so I do not confuse too many people). After I read up on the information, some of which I am familiar with through the 2Peas course, I completed my assignment…see below.

I had to use a slow shutter speed in order to capture motion…I decided to snap a photo of one of our ceiling fans.  It’s about 110 here today.

For this one, I had to use a quick shutter speed in order to freeze the water droplets.  It is really bright outside, so this one did not quite work as well.  But you can see in the shady part that I did capture the droplets. 

Used a shallow depth of field, meaning that I had to open my aperture wide to let more light in.   When I let more light in, my camera can only focus on the foreground.  I think that is right…aperture always confuses me.  It is the opposite of what it really shows on the camera.  You can look at one of our charming weeds in this shot.  Although the top of it is so thin you cannot quite see it.

This time, I used a larger depth of field so that the entire picture (foreground and background) could be in focus.  You can see the top part of my photo is not quite focused but I think it is because we have a slight breeze and it was blowing the yellow flowers.  I am not sure yet.  This is the one photo I submitted to the teachers to critique and tell me exactly what I need to fix for next time. 

So anyway…these are the fruits of my first assignment.  Might I add that I did get a 9 out of 10 on the end of lesson quiz!  Not too bad.  I of course got one question wrong and it was on aperture…my weak spot.  I just have to practice with it more and get accustomed to the fact that it means the opposite of what it really shows.  Sheesh.  Although, I can say that I do understand it more now with this class than I did with the 2Peas class a few months ago.  :)

In the words of Elvis, which are especially fun to listen to watching the Bellagio fountains, Viva Las Vegas, I am back. I am going to go ahead and say that I really have come to dislike that place. No really, Vegas is not all that it is cracked up to be, especially when:

1. You don’t care for gambling.
2. You can’t afford to buy more than one drink a day.
3. You do not want to go to any of the strip clubs.
4. It is too expensive to go to a club to have fun and then pay even more money to buy a drink that isn’t the size of a shot.
5. The food is more expensive than the flight over.
6. If you do not smoke and can’t stand the smell of it.
7. You do not like air conditioning that is turned on below 70.
8. You do not like to trek across the very large casino to get to any other place outside of that casino.
9. Walking down the Strip means getting those little strip club fliers smacked around  and then shoved in your face by strange men and some times even women.
10. You have to take 15 minutes to get from one side of the street to the other due to the escalators you have to ride up and down over the different intersections.
11. Get honked at as you walk across the street, even though it is your turn to cross the street.
12. You come home and you can smell cigarette smoke all over every bit of your belongings, even the ones you kept in your non-smoking room during the entire trip.

Does that about sum it up? Now, do not get me wrong, I did enjoy my trip and all…but it just reminds me of why I do not like going there for more than a weekend at a time and why I have not really been for the past 2 years. I guess the idea of being 21 and being able to roam around and do fun things involved with being 21 has worn off when going to or even thinking about Vegas.

Blech!

With that, I will include some pictures to show you that I did have fun with what I did end up doing. The conference was good and I did get a lot of out of it. It was just a bit annoying that it was in Vegas. I did get to do quite a bit outside of the conference because we got out of it at about 3:00 each day. On the other hand, see my list above to understand why one or even two of those nights were drawn out and long.  I was glad to get in some photography practice, even if it was with my point and shoot.  Being in such a unique place like Vegas gave me a chance to mess around with composition and all types of textures.

I am heading off to Vegas tomorrow afternoon for a conference that several people from my school are attending.  We are actually going to a PLC (Professional Learning Community) conference.  They are putting us up in Caesar’s Palace, which is where the conference also is, and we are being reimbursed for all our food and any transportation we use to and from the airport.  Pretty nice right? A few of us plan on attending a show…we are trying to decide between Cirque de Soleil Mystere and Stomp Live. Both are very unique and will be incredible to see…so, we think it will be a matter of price and availability. Too bad we cannot see both, but that is what happens when teachers go to Vegas during the summer (money is a little tight for us then).

I will be MIA until Wednesday when I get back. Hopefully, I will come back with some fun pictures! Oh, and did I say that I am considering this my summer vacation? I know it is not much since it is a conference and all, but at least I get to get away from my every day, right? I count that as a vacation, plus I am being reimbursed for pretty much everything except drinks, a show, and souvenirs.

Today is Thursday and tomorrow is the last day of my 3rd year of teaching…it is coming to a close. That is pure craziness to me. I have already been teaching 3 years. Even though ti feels like it has been quite awhile, it does not quite feel like 3 years to me.

With the last day of the school year here and the beginning of a new summer, there are quite a few goodbyes I have to make and that sucks. First I have mention that my good friend and coworker, Charles, is leaving. He is moving on to a curriculum specialist position in order to become an administrator. I finally get to move up to 5th grade, to especially be able to work with him after wanting to for 2 years, he is leaving. It really sucks. We had so many plans of what we wanted to work on together and the opportunity to move up came around for him and he had to take it. He knows I hate that he is leaving and he hates that he is leaving, but it just sucks (I can’t find another way to say it). I will seriously miss him and start to actually tear up when I think about it. I can say however, that with him leaving, I get to steal his corner room…which means more wall space for me…which means I get to expand my classroom library a little bit more! At least there is an upside, even though it feels like a constelation (I can’t believe I do not know how to spell that).

The other big goodbye I have to make is to the principal who hired me and who has supported me for 3 years. This is the first time I have to deal with an admin change and I am so unsure of how it will be and how it will turn out. She hired me and knows all my strengths, especially because she hired me…she picked me because of me. I know that the new principal will be able to tell that I am there for a reason, but the unfamiliar is really tricky. I tear up with this goodbye as well even though there have been some rough times there. Being a creature of habit sucks some times.

I really do not have to say goodbye to my class this year, because I actually have 8 of them in my new 5th grade class next year. I even get to say that my least favorite student will not be in my class. It is hard to say this as a teacher, because even though we deal with difficult students, we find that there are so many great things to those students. But, literally, this particular student does not make me feel any thing. He is what I have called my “Sloth” student all year. He is in no way a mentally challenged boy but he acts like one. He is very overweight, incredibly lazy physically and mentally, talks like he is a mental patient, drools out of the corners of his mouth as he talks, and has become physically abusive to other people. It is horrible to say, but I am happy that I am saying goodbye to him. I can say that I am not the only teacher who dislikes this boy…a teacher that has dealt with him this year who gets along with everyone even dislikes him as much as I do…maybe even more. I do however have to say goodbye to my 2nd class of 4th graders as they move on to 6th grade at another school. Many of them have continued to write me letters all year, hug me every day, seek me out constantly, and let me know all the time how much they will miss me…so that part does suck.

My day with my students this year officially ends at 11:15 tomorrow. Several of us are going to eat lunch together at Olive Garden and then heading back to pick up our checks. I have to check to make sure I have everything set to go for the first three days of summer school for my sub, as I will be in Vegas at a conference for those days.

Phew!

Even though I am done with my grad work, I have not had quite as much time as I thought I would to scrapbook. Of course, I am hoping that once school ends next week, that I will be able to add minutes to my scrapbooking time. It would be nice to have my regular moments to sit down and enjoy my hobby. Being very close to finishing my Chico State Memories album I started a whole year ago is good. Then, I can start sharing it with people and add it to the collection of albums to look at and enjoy in the living room. Now if only I could get back out to Chico for a visit. This last visit was much too long awaited and it would be really great not to have to wait that long again before heading back.

With only a few more photos to scrapbook, I thought I would post the latest and greatest (especially for Stacy as I know she loves to reminisce as much as I do).

There was no way I could fit all the photos of places that we loved in and around Chico. Just looking at these few pictures though reminds me of all the fun times had there. Just looking at the picture of The Bookstore reminds me of the numerous trips I made there to build up my future classroom library (which is a very nice size I might add) and at times Stacy would come with me. I think we even went there between classes once. We went to so many punk concerts at Brickworks, like NOFX and Mad Caddies. I even went to my first World of Outlaws race at Silver Dollar Fair. Then, there is the Pageant theatre. It was one of the smallest theatres I have ever been into, but it had 3 couches in the front row and it was just one of those quaint little typical Chico places. We saw and enjoyed many independent movies there. Those were definitely the days.

Near and very dear to my teachng heart are the places where I got my start in the field. In fact, I met Stacy through NETWorks Tutoring when I got the job at Four Winds. That place was very difficult and incredibly confusing. Each morning opened with a drum song in the center of the school and we were always cleansed with sage. Those kids had some insane home lives and really did not want to be there. I started teaching Kindergarten as a Carebear kid in Durham with Teacher Donica, that was one nervewracking set of 3 months. I moved on to 4th grade at Rosedale Elementary where I realized that was the grade I really liked and learned all about a democratic classroom. I ended my start to teaching in 6th grade at McManus Elementary where I was pretty much tortured by my master teacher. The kids were handfuls and full of hormones. But I did enjoy many of them and learned a lot of what not to do.

With that, I am closer to finishing the album…ready to reminsce over and over again with.

During one of my education courses in my undergrad work at Chico State, my professor Chuck Zartman led me to realize the place I was supposed to teach was in at-risk areas. Once I began that class in the temporary buildings that are no longer there, I still remember where I sat and where the room was, I knew that my place in the teaching would lie with at-risk students.

It was also during that course that I found out about two incredible women and teachers, Erin Gruwell and Esme Codell. We were assigned to first read Erin Gruwell’s “The Freedom Writer’s Diary”. Chuck told us about how whenever he read it he cried on the same part every time. Our assignment was to read it and be ready to discuss the events and our thoughts. I went to Barnes and Noble to buy my copy and found out that she had been at the Chico B&N and had signed copies of the book. I had no idea at the time how much of an opportunity I had missed not to see her at the store. But, I bought my copy anyway and her name was signed on the inside. I pretty much blasted through the book in a day or two (hey, I had other homework, otherwise it would have taken me a couple hours). How do I explain how inspired I was at that moment? Many students in the class did not seem as awe-struck as I was as we had our discussions in groups and came back together to share with the class. For me, there was no turning back…I was immediately a fan of Erin’s, her teaching skills, and her ability to reach her students.

That was not the end of it though. Chuck had met and talked with Erin on several occasions by the time I took the class with him. I had already missed out once the semester before when she came to visit and brought Maria (one of the Freedom Writers). But when he told us that she was coming again, this time for a smaller engagement in one of the classrooms, I jumped at the opportunity. I even talked Travis into going with me so he could see why I was “obsessed” with her. She was amazing and so humble. We were able to ask her questions as there were only about 20 of us in the room. I think I had to pick my jaw up a couple times…I mean, she was standing right in front of me! If you know me well enough, you know I was sitting right there in the front row where I could touch her if I wanted to. Afterwards I walked with her and Chuck back to the parking lot and I was able to ask her a few questions on my own. <sigh> Call me starstruck. Stacy made fun of me telling me that she is just a normal person and I was acting like a lunatic…but I could not help it. I had read her book in a tiny classroom thinking that I would never meet or talk to her, but I had and she was so normal in real life!

I had brought my copy of “Freedom Writer’s” with me, the one with her name autographed on the inside. When I walked up to her to ask her to sign it, I mentioned that I had missed her first visit but had bought a copy at B&N. She sort of gasped and began scribbling away. When I walked away I peeked inside like a little kid opening a present before Christmas trying not to get caught. She had written, “Dear Carrie, Now it’s your turn to pass the baton!” above her already signed name and then dated it 9/21/01 under it.

How often do you get to meet someone who is your idol, rolemodel, or hero/heroine? I call myself lucky and whenever I get the chance I tell people about her and her incredible students. Many times they blow me off and do not listen (which floors me, because I would think everyone would want to know this woman and her story) and other times they ask me questions about her.

Chuck used to update us on the conversations he would have with her over the phone. At one point he did tell us she was in the works of turning her story in to a movie. Reese Witherspoon was set to play her back in 2001. It was unknown when the movie would be released. She was even in the works of running for Congress in order to change education and make teachers’ voices be heard. Read her second book,“Teach with your Heart”. It goes into much more detail about her personal life and the things she did while teaching the Freedom Writers. She even goes beyond their high school graduation and updates readers on what happened. I will not tell you what happened to them according to “Freedom Writer’s Diary” or “Teach with your Heart” because I would be taking away from the experience some of you hopefully going out and reading one or both of them. Oh, but do look out for the part where Chuck Zartman and California State University, Chico are talked about during a couple pages!

You can bet yourself that I went and saw the movie, Freedom Writers and that I tried to talk everyone possible in to going and seeing it. Travis took me on opening weekend and I warned him ahead of time not to make fun of me for crying while watching…because I knew I would. Boy, was I right…I seriously cried (sobbed really) for about 3/4 of the movie. Even on parts that were not sad, I was sobbing. That’s only because there were moments during the movie that I recalled in the book and from Erin’s visit that moved me as a teacher. The sobbing was unstoppable. I saw it as very fitting that my favorite actress, Hilary Swank, ended up playing Erin…it was perfect!

I still talk about her to this day and hope to see her again one day soon. She is out there some where still helping future teachers, as she is a professor of education at CSU, Long Beach. Yes, I used to wish I went to that university just so I could have taken a class with her. I try to remember Erin everyday and use that baton whenever I can. She is one of my heroines and rolemodels in my world of teaching!

I find that I have to remind myself why I became a teacher. There are 3 weeks left in the school year and that is what is left of my 3rd year of teaching. In a couple months, I will be a 5th grade teacher maybe teaching a new group of students or maybe teaching the same students I have been with this whole school year. I am excited and incredibly anxious to get started on what I am seeing as a fantastic year.

Why am I writing about this exactly? Well, because for the first time since I found out I was going to be a 5th grade teacher (officially), I have wanted to get the hell out of 4th grade. This is odd right? I have enjoyed 4th grade immensely. The age of the students is perfect and the curriculum is fun and not too difficult for a teacher to teach. As a creature of habit, I have been in the same classroom that I began my full time journey in and I do not want to leave it…nor do I want to pack it up and move it because there is sooooo much stuff. The 4th grade holds a lot of memories for me and so does Room 46.

Yet, this Friday there came a time when I had to really focus on why I teach and why I come to my job every morning. For the millionth time since I have had to work with AP, I have had to put up with being made to feel I am less than some one else. I am the only one who makes mistakes. I am the only one who does not give a rats ass about who I work with. I do not care about those around me. You might be reading this, whether you know me in person or not, and thinking that does not sound like me. You are damn right! That is not me! When is enough enough for someone? Obviously, with 3 weeks left, they (my 4th grade team) had to get in another round of pushing and shoving to make sure I do not forget about how horrible it has been to work with such anal girls (yes girls, because that is how they act). Nothing I do is good enough for them. If it is not one thing it is the other. As soon as I fix what they wanted me to fix, they have to come back at me with some thing else I am not doing to their standards. Except this time, it was not just by my bully, it was the entire 4th grade team that came after me. Actually, it was only one person with 3 people in on it. I received an email from one of them on Friday at 11:15 am right in the middle of the school day. In it, our grade level rep told me how I am checking out of 4th grade and how rude I was for not staying after our coworker’s bridal shower on Thursday to clean up. How I had better not skip out on our 4th grade evening event next week and how I have some nerve not helping. Oh but Carrie, do not worry, this email is not about the other thing we have bugged you about for the past year and a half. This email is from all of us and it would be a disservice to my position if I did not say something to you.

That is it in a nutshell. I did make a mistake and forgot to help at the Science Fair the day my parents came into town for my graduation. But that was the ONLY thing I messed up on. With everything going on, I had forgotten to apologize to AP about making her go in for me again. The last time she had to skip out on her plans was because I had grad class and did not know it would be on that night back when I signed up for it. So, it was not my fault that time. I did apologize to her for this recent mistake how ever as soon as I read that email. But as for the rest of it, it was incredibly uncalled for!!!! I am not on the social committee and was not told I had to help with the shower. I was only told to give a toast, to which I did. I had to leave early to discuss how I was going to move and switch my room with the other teacher taking my position. Excuse me for having other things to do! As for rudely telling me I had better not forget an event next week that I requested for our grade level when I was planning on going to even though I do have plans…that was it! I am so over these three girls I work with. One of which I thought understood every thing I had put up with the year before she got there and while she has been here was even in on this. She knew damn well why I missed that very first event but instead sat in one of their rooms after I left the shower and did what I know to be a long bitchfest about why we cannot stand Carrie and why we think she is lower than us.

The two real friends who I can count on at work and who know the entire side of all the things that have happened to me with AP (and now this) were able to talk me down and help me figure out what to do about it. They told me not to apologize but to just tell them it was a misunderstanding and leave it at that. But, I do not want them on my ass for the next 3 weeks, so I did apologize through an email (since that was the the way I was approached). I how ever did not apologize for missing the shower clean up and reminded them that I was not told to and that I had official plans with another teacher to take care of some business. Then, I let them know that I did not appreciate them automatically assuming I would not come to next week’s event. Talk about disrespect and petty rudeness. I cannot wait, I repeat, cannot wait to get to the 5th grade where I am valued and respected. The teachers in that grade level I will be working with next year are my friends and know me outside of the classroom. They tell me time and time again how much they value my ideas and my teaching skills. They are not caught up in high school or junior high schoolish drama. They do not go anal on everything and feel that we should all be exactly the same.

Phew! That felt good.

So, what I am getting at is, I had to really focus on why I am a teacher. Once I started to think of how I am there for the kids I felt better too. Since I cannot seem to trust any one at work, I have to really remember that the kids are what I went through 5 years of college for. They are the reason I love my job and they are more forgiving than anyone even if I am having a bad day. I leave you and myself with this letter I was given last year during Teacher Appreciation Week. I just uncovered it a year later. It is from a student who was not necessarily in love with me. She did after all steal my flash drive and got totally busted by me, cried her eyes out, and did ignore me for a couple days after. But by the time she wrote this letter probably a month later, this is what she had to say:

To: Mrs. G
From: N.B.
A Special Teacher
How could I ever live with out a teacher like you. You always help us when we need help. When I am stuck in a problem the most wonderful teacher apeers. When someone is crying you do your best to cher them up. You are not mean and you try not to get angry when someone tells you some thing bad. You even have feelings for everything bad that happens like the holacoast you made my eyes water when you talked about that. There are more special reasons about teachers like you.

And that readers, is why I am a teacher. So, do those girls out there who think they are better than me, you can suck it.

Now that I have flashbacked to the 90s, which really was not that long ago, it’s high time I flashback to the 80’s. I am definitely a child of the 80s since I was born in 1980. So many things remain in my memories that there is no way possible I could include all of them here, but I will do my best. Join me in the fun and tell me what you remember.

Television:
Unlike kids these days, T.V. was not my main source of joy. I loved to play outside in the front yard with my little brother. We were really good at going outside and staying out there for quite a while. My brother and I loved to ride our bikes up and down the block, down to the high school, we played wall ball up against our garage door, and we even played mini-baseball in our front yard into our neighbor’s front yard when no one lived there. I still do not know how we did not break any windows. Anyway, back to T.V. We did watch some T.V. and I did have my favorites. Being a girl who grew up with 2 brothers and zero sisters, I was a little bit of a tomboy (when I look back). I liked to watch Dukes of Hazzard with my cousin, Travis. I was a fan of the blonde brother and did like Daisy quite a bit. My dad used to let me watch Magnum P.I. with him too. I loved the helicopter, getting to see parts of Hawaii and I loved the part where it showed the hula dancers in the opening credits. When are they going to make a movie out that show? One of my all time favs was Silver Spoons. What young girl in the 80s didn’t swoon over Ricky Schroeder?…who by the way is not good looking at all any more. He’s on some T.V. crime/cop show now a days and did not age well. Plus, he had that miniature train that ran through his house that I badly wanted to ride on…the one at the San Diego Zoo had to substitute for my own version.
     

There were the all time greats like Charles and Charge (I loved that Charles had that cool bed that folded down from the wall), Out of this World (I bought one of those hand chairs a few years ago that I keep in my classroom all b/c of that show), Small Wonder - you know, the one with the dad that built a girl robot b/c they couldn’t have a daughter, she had on a red and white dress in every episode, and who the heck can’t forget Punky Brewster? That girl was my idol. I loved her bedroom that she painted, the wheelbarrow bed, her awesome dog, Cherry her best friend, and the fact that she had the most colorful and odd fashion sense. She was like the equivalent of Pippi Longstocking to me.  Alf was pretty freakin’ awesome too, I remember being super excited to get an Alf chef puppet at McDonald’s when I was a kid.  I took it to school with me and loved it to death.  I tried to buy one on ebay a few years ago but did not feel like battling some of the crazies willing to pay more than $20 for him.
      

Children’s Shows and Cartoons:
Remembering all those shows makes me realize, maybe I did watch more T.V. than I realized.  The difference between T.V. then and now, it was more appropriate for kids to watch shows than it is now.  There is so much rubbish and garbage they try to put on for kids these days.  Not to mention, putting shows on late now a days does not keep them from watching them.  Just ask my students what their favorites are and the age bracket they are watching for will astound you.  Geez, back to the topic again…I keep doing that. 
Where do I start with my favorite cartoons?  Again, let me remind you that I was a sort of a tomboy.  I really loved He-Man, which later was joined by She-ra.  I had so many of the figurines.  Carebears and Strawberry Shortcake had to be my all time favorites though.  My room was decorated to the nine in Carebears.  In fact my childhood nicknames (and still as an adult) center around those two shows.  I was obsessed you could say. 
   

I would have to fall off the face of the planet if I did not include Thundercats (Thundercats Ho!) or Transformers.  I truly loved Voltron as well, especially the fact that they had a girl character in that cartoon that was just as tough as the boys, even the short little guy with a squeaky voice. 

I can’t believe I almost moved on to the next category without mentioning the coolest chick in cartoon land, Jem!  I wanted so badly to have earrings I could press on and turn into a rockstar with a cute boyfriend, slammin’ hair, and makeup.  To the Misfits with the green ugly hair, I say boo!  In fact, I could actually do a whole separate post on 80’s cartoons that I loved.  But I won’t because this is hard enough as it is. 
   

I really loved the Get-along Gang too.  In fact, my parents have a picture of me in my Dotty on rollerskates (the dog) outfit some where in our albums back at home.  I thoroughly enjoyed all the cartoons that had wacky animals and weird creatures like the Wuzzles…they were these characters that were half of one animal and half of another.  Butterbear was my favorite…half bear and half butterfly.  From what I can recall, my brother’s favorite was Bumblelion (half bumblebee half lion) or Eleroo (half elephant half kangaroo).  The shirt tails was another cartoon that consisted of woodland creatrues.  But these guys wore shirts that had these messages that would appear…almost Carebearesque, just on shirts.  I still have Kevin’s blanket folded up on the guest bedroom in our house and my Carebear blanket happens to be folded up in one of the closets as well.  Not to be forgotten as some of the best cartoons out there that rival those of today are the Smurfs and the Snorks. Again…what was with the weird creatures featured in cartoons?  Maybe that’s what made them so awesome?
   

I was just about to move on to toys when I realized I almost rudely forgot about my all time favorite kids show.  The one I would wake up on Saturday mornings, nice and early, to watch.  You guessed it (or maybe you didn’t), PeeWee’s Playhouse!!!!!  He might be a little strange and got caught for doing bad things at an adult cinema, but that didn’t stop me from loving him as a kid.  Just like 90210, some day I want to own all the episodes on DVD.

Toys:
I am curious to know how many people remember the Popples (I still have my childhood Popples sleeping bag) and the Hugga Bunch were perfect because they even came with a tiny baby that almost served as their sidekicks in the cartoon and movie.  Someone has to remember them out there some where.  Plus, let’s not forget My Little Pony.  I can’t believe they are coming back out with the toys.  Cabbage Patch Kids were a neccessity for all little girls.  The fact that they came with a birth certificate and that fun little tattoo on their butt was enough to make them the coolest toys out there.  I liked it when they began coming out with preemies that had the little tiny teeth sticking out of the mouth.  Pound Puppies and Kittens were amongst my favorites as well.  I remember having a white cat that would come along every where with me.  Carebears were beyond my favorite and I had many of them (I would still have them if it wasn’t for my mom giving them away…yes, mom I know you are going to read this and I always have to say this when I talk about my long lost furry friends).  For some reason, they too had a tattoo on their butts, but theirs was on a red plastic heart.  Another oddity of the 80s, toys with things on their butts.
       

I had eye surgery two separate times as a child and for one of those times, I was given one of my all time favorite toys aside from my Carebears and Rainbow Brite dolls.  He was called Heart-to-Heart Bear.  He was a regular teddy bear that wore a striped flannel nightgown and sleeping cap.  But inside he had this beating heart.  When you would squeeze him, his heart would beat.  I still have it, but the heart doesn’t work as well.  Was anyone lucky enough to have a Teddy Ruxpin?  You know, the bear that you would put a tape in of one of his books and he would read it to you…his mouth even moved.  I think my little brother had one.  A friend at daycare had one and I remember we were playing with it and decided to feed him Cheezits as his mouth moved.  Well…needless to say we broke it.  Oops. 

Movies:
We did not go to the movies a lot as a family.  I think because it was expensive and probably because it was a pain in the toosh to take us kids to the movies and have to make us sit quietly next to each other long enough.  But we did rent movies a lot and watch them.  The first movie my mom says she took me to see was E.T.  She says I cried at the end, but that she cannot figure out if it was because I was sad the movie was over or if it was that E.T. had died.  I am also told that I had a severe crush on E.T. and wanted to marry him.  That is what my older brother says…and he sometimes elaborates on real life, so we don’t know if that was true or not.  I also remember my mom taking me to see the Pippi Longstocking movie in theatres.  There was a news crew there and I remember getting a frisbee at the door.  It was sooooo stinkin’ awesome b/c I just loved the T.V. show to death. 
 

Before I even discovered Tori Spelling in 90210, I was a fan of Troop Beverly Hills.  I still watch that movie these days and love it (even though it is definitely cheesier now that it was then).  I loved Disney movies and one of my favorites was Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.  The music was so fun to sing along to and for some odd reason I had a weird obsession with wanting a tiny little house like their grandpa had.  Hmmmm, strange.  As a typical child, I definitely liked to sit and watch the Disney cartoon movies as well.  Lady and the Tramp seemed to be my favorite to watch over and over while my little brother always rented Robin Hood when we went to The Warehouse, every time.  But I am also told that I liked Cinderella a lot and could not say it, but instead would say Cinadarella.  Any time any of the above mentioned cartoons came out as movies I was alllll over them!  Recently, I bought the DVD of Return to Oz as well because that was a favorite of mine.  It scared the daylights out of me, but I still liked it.  Weird little Fairuza Balk played Dorothy. 
     

Clothes:
Since I was only a little kid during the 80’s, I did not know much about fashion.  My mom dressed me, but I do remember liking many of the things I was forced to, I mean wore.  There were the flourescent colored leggings and matching striped shirts that had ice cream and soda pictures on them.  I had a flourescent greenish-yellow outfit like the one described.  Since sleep overs were a huge thing as a kid I loved the Esleep pajamas that came in a little bag.  They were seriously the most fashionable pajamas out there and well, nothing has ever topped them I don’t think.  L.A. Gear shoes with the multi colored laces were popular too and they always had the glittery set that went with them.  Who the heck needed that many laces?!  Why did girls like to make their feet sweat and hurt by wearing 2-3 sets of socks that matched their outfit perfectly?  It hurts to think back to the hard-as-rock-tall-as-a-skyscraper-bangs too.  A girl at our school had to have been the champion of this.  She used to get those things at least 8 inches in the air.  God it looked so stupid.  The girl wore them like that every day too.  I for one was a huge fan of my charm necklace too.  You know, the plastic chain that you could buy plastic charms for.  I remember that I had a charm that was a toilet.  The lid even opened on it.  There was a whistle on mine too.  I think a baby bottle charm was present as well.  Thankfully, my parents have a picture of me in our albums of me wearing it at a birthday party after I received several more charms for it.  I say this because I lost that necklace at a jewelry store in the Mira Mesa Mall.  Jelly Shoes were one of my favorites!  I think I had at least 2 pairs (which is a lot for a kid).  I specifically remember losing one on the tall slide at Del Mar Fair.  I watched it go down the slide and it was the funniest thing ever.  I was able to buy 2 pairs in high school (green and clear) when they were back in style for a while…they looked more like mary jane sandals though.  What was with the need to want to make feet sweat in the 80’s?  Now designers like Isaac Mizrahi make them and are seriously selling them for a couple hundred dollars.  Don’t believe me, look up jelly shoes on Zappos!
 

I think that is the conclusion to this flashback.  Like my flashback to the 90s, let’s hear from you about your memories of any thing and every thing 80s.  I was not a music fan then and so did not realize how great some of the music of the 80s was until maybe the late 90s when it was cool to listen to 80s music.  So, you might have to help me out there.  My idea of great were the Beach Boys and Michael Jackson. 

What do you remember loving or even hating?

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