LEARNING TO READ: “Mommy!” It was the first day of Kindergarten and I had never been more excited to come home before. Not because I hated Kindergarten, but because of the superpower I was certain it had given me. School. To me it meant learning to read and learning to read meant opening whole new worlds every day. For years my mother had been reading to me, then my older sister had gone to school and like magic (it seemed) she had returned and started to read too. I was just certain that I could now read. I hurried through the house, hoping to put my newfound super skill to good use. I pulled the biggest book off the shelf–because, after all, bigger is better. My mother came into the room. “What is it, Ashley?” she inquired, puzzled by my excitement. “Look!” I proudly hoisted the dictionary, which was bigger than my head, but not as big as my new ego. “I can read now!” Obviously, as a five year old I was not reading the dictionary after one day at school, but this anecdote is one of the best introductions I have to give you. Reading was just the first step, it wasn’t long before I developed my second greatest passion: writing. The two are so closely related that it is no wonder that my career as an English teacher for the past seven years has been a successful one, and as I begin this journey into my second career as an author I hope my passions will indeed endure. I may not actually possess the super powers my five year old mind wanted to believe, but my mission is still the same: transporting myself and my readers into all new worlds one story at a time.
SO, now I’m an author…what does that mean exactly?
Great question–and the answer is…I have no idea, but if you want to know more about me, here is ‘a day in the life of Ashley’.
5:30 am Wake up. Check Facebook, Twitter, WordPress. Post something on Facebook. Have my technologist/teacher friend comment on my Facebook post because he’s the only other person crazy enough to be up this early (and it’s not by choice).
6:00 am Finally decide to get out of bed. If I’m feeling ‘ripe’ I might take a shower–but if I’ve had a cleansing the night before I’ll just spend that time straightening my maddening hair (It’s not curly, it’s not wavy, it’s just…blech). Turn on NPR morning edition.
6:50 am Listen to 2 Guys Named Chris Show as I drive to work. Not the same since Dierdre left…
7:00 am Arrive at school. Marvel that few people are there.
7:30 am Have most of my lessons ready for the day, the board set up, the papers passed out, the monitor and computer on and ready. Go sign in at the office; talk to people, avoid talking to people, hurry back to my room.
8:00 am Bureaucratic day begins. I’m probably in a meeting. One of fifty thousand a week.
8:30 am If I’m lucky I’m back in my room to talk to students, run a Key Club meeting, or finally eat my breakfast and drink my tea. Probably not though. I’ll figure out how to eat it before 8:50…maybe.
9-3:40 Become the LORD OF LEARNING (thank you to one of my students for that kenning. I’ve stolen the title forever.)
4:00 pm Either I’m in another meeting or I’m headed home to let the dog out (who let the dogs out..woof..)
4:30 pm Eat a dinnerish type meal. Yes, I’m like a senior citizen at Denny’s. Eatin early.
5:00 pm If I’m lucky, I’m at home–If not I’m at a [insert chosen sport, club, or activity] game at the high school for various reasons.
5:30 pm I might be at a volunteer meeting, or Bible Study, or a program planning meeting, or critique group, or…
6:00 pm Grade a few papers–hope to be done by 8!
6:30 pm Still grading
7:00 pm Still grading
7:30 pm Still grading…will this ever be finished?
8:00 pm Decide (I hope) that I’m done with papers for now and pull up a writing work in progress. Write…I hope…
8:30 pm Check all my social media sites
9:00 pm Take an insistent dog out again. She likes the nightly walk.
9:30 pm I think I might have a few more minutes to write…
10:00 pm Fall asleep, while writing, talking, grading, or watching something…It’s either sleep or passing out. I choose to believe it is sleep.
10:30 pm Am I asleep? If not, I’m up trying to write. Or read.
11:00 pm Fall back to sleep, chastising myself for not getting enough done.
Rinse and repeat the next day. Mi vida loca is pretty accurate, but most days I’m very happy. Check out the song “Happy Girl” by Martina McBride–it’s the theme song to my life and you’ll get me pretty well if you get that. Well…that’ about sums me up! Hope you’ll tell me more about you!