Some Finished Objects

First off, the best shot of my Sleeved Shalom. (Pattern can be found here.)

Yes, I am aware that you cannot see most of the sweater. I didn’t get very good pictures of it. But I’m hoping to arrange a photo shoot with this sweater in the near future and then we’ll have better pictures than the bathroom mirror can provide.

And secondarily, one picture of the 3-6 month-sized Anne-Cordelia for little Miss L. More pictures of it can be found on Ravelry.

Eventually, I’ll also get some pictures of the Banana-Tree Love I made earlier this year. It is finished, but I haven’t had a chance to get a photo shoot with it yet.

This is my last 2010 post. What a year it has been. I learned so much about life, about knitting, about teaching, and about loving. I became an English major. I really realized that God is God and I am not. I think it’s been a good year. And tomorrow night, I hope to ring in the new year while knitting a sweater and watching Cranford.

 

Anne-Cordelia

Below you will find the instructions to make Anne-Cordelia, a sweater for young girls. This is the first pattern I’ve ever designed but I hope that it will not be the last.

Anne-Cordelia, which is named after Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables, is a fairly basic sweater with a v-neck and raglan sleeves as well as some seed-stitch bordering.

There are instructions here for sizes 3-6 months and 2T.

Materials Needed

  • One size 9 US (5.5mm) circular needle
  • One tapestry needle
  • ~240 yards of yarn; I used Caron Simply Soft which is an acrylic yarn. I’m not overly fond of it but it wears well and is kid-friendly. It is worsted-weight.
  • Scrap yarn to hold sleeve stitches
  • Optional: Size 9 US (5.5 mm) DPNs; I used magic loop with the circular needle to construct the sleeves. However, some people may prefer to use 4 DPNs to do the same thing.
  • Scissors and a measuring tape

Notes:

PM = Place marker

yo = Yarn over

ssk = slip, slip, knit
SM = Slip marker

k2tog = Knit 2 sts together
inc = (increase st) Knit into front and back of next stitch

St. stitch=Stockinette stitch

Seed stitch:

Flat (even number of stitches)
Row 1: * K1, p1 * ; repeat from * to *
Row 2: * P1, k1 * ; repeat from * to *
Repeat these 2 rows
Flat (odd number of stitches)
Row 1: K1 * p1 , k1 * ; repeat from * to *
Repeat row 1.
In the round (even number of stitches)
Row 1: * K1, p1 * ; repeat from * to *
Repeat row 1
In the round (odd number of stitches)
Row 1: K1 * p1 , k1 * ; repeat from * to *
Row 2: P1 * k1 , p1 * ; repeat from * to *
Repeat these 2 rows
TIP: Always work a K over a P stitch and a P over a K stitch (as the stitches face you).

Anne-Cordelia Pattern

If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. Also, check out my Ravelry project page for pictures of my finished object.


In Conclusion

“I’m glad you’re with me, Samwise Gamgee, here at the end of all things.”

Frodo says that to Sam in The Return of the King and it speaks to me right now. I am not done with my college career yet. But I have completed a major step in the journey. I have ended something that changed me in a profound way. I have, I hope and believe, become a better person because of the experiences that I have had in the past 16 weeks. And now it is at an end. I walked out the door for the last time.

How do I feel about that? It’s bittersweet. I will miss my babies, but I know that I need to take the next step in my journey. Today, I was given approximately 300 cards from my students thanking me for the time that I have spent with them. I received a “Best Student Teacher” award from one of my eighth-graders.

And I was told dozens of times that I couldn’t leave. I was also told that I should become a Michigan State fan. Uh, that’s a NO.

But I know that I made an impact on these kids’ lives. I may not have impacted all of them. But I got through to enough of them. I was told “you rock!” and “you rule!” numerous times.

I think my favorite card was the one from one of my eighth-graders who wrote on the cover: “Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts…And we will never, ever be the same.” Underneath that, she wrote “You will be missed.”

That is what I have accomplished in sixteen weeks. I left footprints on their hearts. And they left footprints on mine. Leaving them hurts but here at the end, I’m glad that I’ve had this opportunity.

Now, onward and upward to high school! But first…Christmas break!

Trust

Tomorrow is my last day at WCA. I can’t believe it. And I don’t want this wonderful time to end. But all good things must come to an end.

Today, however, is a day that has reminded me how important it is to trust God and rely on him in ALL things. All things, not just the little minute details that don’t really matter, but the big things; I have to trust him with all of them.

And that is hard. Really hard.

You may recall that I took the OPI last week. Last Friday, I took the Oral Proficiency Interview for Spanish. And I felt like it went reasonably well. I felt like I had done enough to get an “Advanced Low,” which is the grade I need to student teach. And I was pretty at peace with life.

Then, I got a phone call this morning. The sound recording had failed during my OPI, so I had to retake it. Um, I just want to teach. That’s all I want to do. And my students will tell you that I am a good teacher. Just let me teach; it’s what I was made to do.

So, at about 2:20 PM, we began the interview process. I was nervous and scared. Just before taking it, I had found out that a friend of mine had not passed the OPI. And I had just lost my favorite, beloved water bottle. It was purple; I love all things purple.

I took the exam; I think I did well enough to pass, but I’m not sure. Then, I told the secretary that I thought that since I’ve taken this blasted thing twice (in less than a week) ACTFL (the governing body of this) should just automatically pass me. She said that she wished she could arrange that for me.

Then I went into the bathroom and cried. I’ve cried quite a bit today. I’m overwhelmed. Tomorrow, I have to say good-bye to my babies. And today I had to deal with the blasted OPI for the second time in less than a week.

I know that God has a plan for me. But right now, I’m not entirely sure of what it is. But I have to trust him because that is what I have promised to do.

Reflections

For my classes, I’m expected to write various reflection papers. Most of them relate to the portion of my semester that I spent as a student in my university’s classrooms.

But that wasn’t the most important part of my semester. The most important part of my semester was the moments I spent teaching and being taught by Senora and our students. There was this morning when one of my sixth-graders asked me what a Garfunkel was when I told them that according to Simon and Garfunkel, I was the only one allowed to break hearts.

Or there was the eighth-grade boy who told me that he was going to hug me before I left. He has five more school days (and he’ll only see me on three of those days) before I leave.

Then there was the fourth-grader who asked me if I was going to cry when I said good-bye to them. I said I’d only cry if they made me. He wanted to know how to make me cry. I told him that if they made me cards or wrote me happy notes or made me presents, then I would cry. Then he asked me how to make me a present. I told him to figure that one out for himself.

And the fifth-graders just wanted to know WHY I had to leave them.

After I left the kids today, I went home, ate lunch, and then I took the OPI. I don’t know for sure, but I think I might have rocked that thing. I hope (please God, I’m begging you) that I got an “advanced-low” on the exam. “Advanced-low” is the minimum requirement for teacher certification in Michigan. And for once in my life, I’ll be quite happy with the minimum. Quite happy. So, keep praying for a good and merciful grader.I should have the results by Christmas. Hopefully, I’ll get the greatest, no make that SECOND greatest Christmas present of all time. (The first Christmas present of Christ himself is, of course, the greatest.)

On Monday, I go back to WCA for five last days. Unless snow interferes and shortens that number for me…we’ll see about that. But I will hopefully have the opportunity to say good-bye to each and every one of my babies.

And yes, I am now calling them my babies. Some of you may remember that back in September I said

Senora calls them her “bambinos” and tells them that they’ll be her babies until they’re 18. Umm, I’m not quite ready to go there yet, but I love those kids. I may not be that much older than them, but they’re my kids.

Well, that was over two months ago and so, so, so much has changed since then. They are my kids. And they are my babies. The eighth-graders aren’t really my babies; we’re too close in age. But they are my kiddos. MY kiddos. I love them. And I am not ready to leave them. Nor do I want to. I have to. I have no choice. But I’d like to stay with them. I love kindergartner hugs. So many things have passed between us in the past three and a half months, in the past sixteen weeks. Words, memories; we have shared something. I have given them a part of myself. And now, I have to leave. I give them back to Senora and their parents. I move on to other children.

But I have to leave my babies. I’ll leave my classes behind. Willingly. But honestly, I’d really rather not leave my munchkins behind.

Random Wednesdays

Nine days from today, I will be done with this semester. I will leave WCA, Senora, and all of the charming bambini behind me. This is not something for which I am ready or excited. I am ready to leave behind my classes, but I’m not ready to leave behind the children. They’re wonderful and I think that they’ve changed my life in many ways. I love them. I love Senora.

But, if I pass the OPI on Friday, I’ll be moving on to KHHS this winter. I met Senora G, my new CT, today. And I think it will all be good for me.

But first, I need to pass my OPI. I’m taking it on Friday at 1:30pm. This is absurdly important and I *need* to pass it. I can’t student teach if I don’t. So, please pray for me. This is my motto for my next several days:

“I do not pray for success; I ask for faithfulness.”

-Blessed Teresa of Calcutta