The Power of Praise

Written by Bridget Nolen


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As I peer intorepparttar six-year-old eyes fixed on me I think about how attentive they become when I mention that I go to school at night. Explaining what graduate school is led to a whole lesson onrepparttar 105270 timeline your education takes after first grade and different institutions of higher learning…ah,repparttar 105271 teachable moment. Some are intrigued by this newfound information of due dates and a little nervous by what I just said. Some are observant of my tone and recognize that it is gentle enough to know that I’m simply informing them and not reprimanding them… yet. However, I do assume that by December they should know our routine and I shouldn’t have to ask them seventeen times to put their homework inrepparttar 105272 basket on Fridays. Just as I know by December which of them is going to view due dates as important in their lives and which just will just see it as another obstacle on that conventional path they are destined to rebel against. I secretly hope they do. I am also secretly happy as I take “lunch count” that I have to eatrepparttar 105273 chicken patty fromrepparttar 105274 cafeteria today because I am nursing a hang over fromrepparttar 105275 Thursday night before…that some how got away from me. I go to grad school on Thursday nights and afterward I am usually reenergized enough to treatrepparttar 105276 evening like a Friday night. By this point I did a good job of convincing myself that I am makingrepparttar 105277 most of my life by working hard all week, going torepparttar 105278 gym three times (forrepparttar 105279 first time in three months), and followingrepparttar 105280 Tuesday-Wednesday diet (this diet consists of healthy eating on Tuesdays and Wednesdays because Mondays I am too depressed becauserepparttar 105281 weekend has just ended, and Thursdays beginsrepparttar 105282 weekend. This is my ticket to generally being out of control) and I now deserve to go out as I please. So, this is typically how Fridays go. I am both inspired and hung over byrepparttar 105283 night before. It balances me out because I am tempted to show a movie and be cranky torepparttar 105284 kids all day, but what I felt from grad schoolrepparttar 105285 night before reminds ofrepparttar 105286 how important it is to dorepparttar 105287 best I can. This class I am taking now has had a special affect on me. Although I am never “excited” per say to get there, as I have just been “in actress mode” for 7 hours and am truly cringing atrepparttar 105288 thought of doing group work with other peppy women, byrepparttar 105289 time I leave a few hours later, I am always full of thoughts, and most importantly…I am overwhelmed with a desire to write. One night it was because I met withrepparttar 105290 professor and he liked what I wrote. It was honestly as simple as that. He thought it was good. He offered to help me do something more with it. As I drove home that night I just marveled atrepparttar 105291 power of praise. In those moments I felt as if I could do anything inrepparttar 105292 world, that I was capable of being successful at anything I worked hard at. I am twenty-six years old. I felt like this wasrepparttar 105293 first time I ever got a gold star on my paper. It didn’t matter in that moment that I cried myself to sleeprepparttar 105294 night before because I finally missed having someone to sleep next to. It didn’t matter thatrepparttar 105295 reasons I came up with for being alone were all my fault and that wasrepparttar 105296 worst part about it. It didn’t matter that I was tired, or overworked, or underpaid. It didn’t matter that I was going to go home to my roommates who would not understand. I felt invincible. I felt like I wanted to get a cup of coffee and stay up all night writing. I felt like getting to workrepparttar 105297 next morning and hugging all my children and telling them how special they were. That they could write, and read and were capable of making all their dreams come true. In that moment, I wanted them to be intrinsically motivated and inspired inrepparttar 105298 way that I was just then. I wanted them to learn just forrepparttar 105299 sake of it, and write just to deal with it, and read just to escape from it, and live in spite of it. I wanted to teach. A few Thursdays past after this one and I slowly realizedrepparttar 105300 purpose of grad school in my life (which is a relief as it has been three years). It has served as a motivator for refection and a plan for action. It has beenrepparttar 105301 push to reenergize my teaching and spirit when it is down. It has been a reminder to revise and continue to learn and grow and reflect upon my teaching and spirit even when it is up. Those peppy women understood my life in a way that no one else could. They understood that teaching is an emotional battle that we are constantly searching for strategies to help us win. Inrepparttar 105302 class we just recently had I tried hard to be present inrepparttar 105303 moments there. I tried to listen torepparttar 105304 professor read aloud a children book and not get sidetracked by my guilt of throwing away papers to grade, or being short with that child that continually tests me. I tried to really attend to another classmate when she was telling a story about her son instead of thinking ofrepparttar 105305 laundry I had to do and how many calories I consumed at lunch. I tried to write down allrepparttar 105306 ideas I had while people were presenting in a place where I would actually access them tomorrow. I began to have that feeling of motivation and perspective and purpose and gratitude and excitement that has only come from this. I felt good about myself. Atrepparttar 105307 end of class, one woman read a portion of a book aloud. The writing was powerful and moving and paralyzing. It was about out how one girl felt to be eleven years old. I cried. I wanted to go home and find a book like that. I wanted to strive to write a book like that. I wanted to go to schoolrepparttar 105308 next day and read a book like that. I wanted …to teach.



Bridget Nolen is a twenty-seven year old school teacher living in Philadelphia, PA. She currently writes articles that reflect upon teaching, living, and learning in your twenties.


Teaching Your Children with Coupons

Written by Melanie Breeze


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We all knowrepparttar internet is playing an increasing role in everyone’s lives. Did you know that coupons have found their way online? For most purchases you can always find an online coupon or promotion code that can be applied at checkout. Make sure to show your children about this easy way to save money by simply spending a couple minutes to find a coupon. And, these types of savings are still free and are even easier to find! You can just search on any ofrepparttar 105268 search engines like Google or Yahoo and find a huge range of coupons for any retailer. Not only will this teach your child about coupons but they’ll be learningrepparttar 105269 value of using computers andrepparttar 105270 internet to save them money.

We don’t think about it much, but starting early to teach with your children with coupons is very important. They will learn aboutrepparttar 105271 calendar, math, and saving money. These tools you teach them now will last throughout their life, so make sure to get an early start in coupon clipping with kids!

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