Introduction

Emily and Karlie are writing this blog as a way to chronicle their first full year out of college. Watch them test the waters with the tips of their toes, and slowly stretch out their wings and fly, fly, away. Poetry... is not what you will find in these posts.
Americorps scooped up Emily and sent her off to Washington state, and Karlie is nestled in a house in the Champlain Islands teaching music to 3-14 year olds.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Who's Writing This Blog?! -Karlie

There are two of us writing this blog. I am one of the two people.
My name is Karlie. I'm teaching pre-Kindergarten through 8th grade general music and chorus in a small town in Vermont. I graduated from UVM in May and after a confusing summer of a brief voyage to China, jam-packed weeks of art with high schoolers at the Governor's Institute on the Arts, and a performance of James and the Giant Peach that took my breath away at Leland and Gray's Summer Performing Arts Explorations, I moved to a tiny town 25 minutes away from Burlington with a cute boy. (Words about how cute boy supports Karlie during emotional breakdowns in preparation for school to come in future posts.)

Cute boy paints cardboard eighth notes to hang in classroom.

My blogging will be a documentation of my first year of teaching... a year that I anticipate will be filled with confusion, mistakes, successes, illness, hysteria, jam hands, rhyming songs, animal chants, hand drums, more confusion, and most likely more mistakes.
So... enjoy. Feel free to laugh at my trials and tribulations, because though I will not be standing over your shoulder as you read this blog, I am currently laughing at myself, so really you will be laughing with me, not at me.



Rita Pierson. Inspiring educators and non educators to be good people and reach out and wrap around the youths in our lives. Watch it. Seriously.

1 comment:

  1. I was not paranoid about the roof bag. I just realize that if someone broke into it during the night while we were inside a hotel then we might not be able to drive with a damaged roof bag. Therefore I took it apart the first night and then decided to sleep with one eye open near the window overlooking the parking lot on other nights. Emily's other comments about me being difficult are unfortunately valid.

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