At the risk of stereotyping: one of the great things about teenage boys, (well my teenage boys) is that as long as they have some form of technology in their hands, they do not want very much else.
Last August when it came time to kit Aron out for his college room, he didn't seem to want or need anything.
Hangers? -I can take them from my wardrobe.
New blanket? - I'll take the one from my bed.
Garbage can? -I'll take the one from my room...and so it went on.
Aron, unlike many of his (female) friends did not want to buy up the brochure display of college rooms or have everything matching.
I, on the other hand, wanted to buy him ONE new thing for his college room or at the very least, encourage him to use some of the generous gift cards he had received as graduation gifts.
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Showing posts with label student. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 26, 2014
A Poignant, Powerful Gift with No Power Chord: What We Can Learn About Gift Giving & Bringing Comfort From a College Bound Teen
Monday, October 21, 2013
One Great Fitness App, When It's Hard to Get Moving
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Dancing in the window |
If you
pass my house at certain times of day you may catch a glimpse of a small blonde
person, dancing carefree, arms moving to a beat, uninhibitedly past the living
room windows.
This is not because I have gone completely out of
my mind.
More that I have finally got my mind around a great
method to get moving.
Six years ago, I was running up to 15 miles a week, doing yoga and taking step and weight classes at the JCC. I was very focused on fitness.
Then life interrupted my workouts....
Monday, January 28, 2013
A Note of Appreciation -The Ultimate Gift
My first morning of a new school year, in my first job
as a qualified teacher, is a day I will never forget.
As I was plastering the pin-boards with encouraging
posters, a parent stood looming in the doorway. I don't remember the whole conversation
but her final sentence is permanently etched in my memory. Having told me that
she was a member of the school board and that her daughter Naomi would be in my
class, she concluded sternly…
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