This is the end of our 52 Weeks Project. It feels kind of strange to be at the end of a project because even though it is the end of this 52 weeks, there are an endless amount of weeks ahead of us. Ending a project only brings to mind at least twelve other things I’d like to do. There is no end to creating. It feels really good to be able to say that I completed a whole project though. Ending something always makes me get really introspective. I just ended my job of over two and a half years working for a school district. I emailed my letter of resignation the day after new years day and by the next day they had sent me a letter in the mail accepting my resignation and thanking me for my service. That was the first time in over a year someone… anyone had truly thanked me for the work I did there. I’m not a person who needs to be told he is doing a good job all the time. But being told the work you do, regardless of how menial or insignificant that work might be, is appreciated… that can make a whole week worth working sometimes. My goal since almost high school was to make it through college and become a teacher. After working at a school district and seeing first hand how teachers, staff, and students are actually treated, I don’t want to be a teacher now. In fact both Jade and I have had the same kind of realization. She was going to be a high school art teacher and I was going to be a language arts/social studies teacher. All it took for me was being around the high school environment to know it wasn’t for me. It takes a very special, strong willed and tenacious person to be a teacher these days. Not that we don’t posses those qualities. We just can’t imagine devoting our whole lives to one full career in that way at this point in our lives. And you really do have to devote all of your life to it. Creating lesson plans and grading papers in your free time. Devoting more than just 40 hours to your work week. Continuing to do your job to the best of your abilities even after you have a parent literally yelling at you for what you haven’t been able to teach their child who spends the majority of the time in class secretly texting under their desk and not paying attention. I respect and admire those who are able to do it.

I don’t think we are done with the idea of teaching. I believe we still have a deep passion for education. We have both talked about the idea of becoming instructors or professors at the college level. I know I still have a lot to think about when it comes to achieving a masters degree, so that is all in the near future. I am both excited and anxious for what life has in front of us. I am starting a new job week after next. We are starting a new year together. We have a lot on our minds. So much! It’s all good and all exciting though, so my energy is very positive and focused. Wishing you an incredible year to come!

And now, a few links we are endlessly enraptured with this week…


Inspired by this article regarding our attitude towards the new year.

Dreaming of this intriguing brow kit. Brows are serious business, don’t you know?

Can’t wait to make this veggie dish.

Wouldn’t mind adding this dress and this dress to my closet. I tried both of them on this week and they are SO comfy and SO figure flattering.

And, of course, 5 instagram favorites: 1 2 | 3 | 4 | 5


And now, a few links we are endlessly enraptured with this week…

Inspired by myself! Yeah, I know that’s a little egotistical but I have worked really hard to get my new job, and I am proud of myself.

Dreaming of getting the iPhone 5c!

Can’t wait to see Book of Mormon. I hope I can get tickets…

Wouldn’t mind getting a Public C7i from Public Bikes

And, of course, 5 instagram favorites: 1 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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  • Batya / 5 January 2014 6:09

    I stumbled upon your blog while looking for images of the Oddfellow Cafe. I’m glad I did. And then, after reading this post, I felt obligated to comment on it. Both my parents worked for the Board of Ed, City of New York. My mom taught high school mathematics, as did my dad. They each chose the career of teaching, but had other options available to them since they both had advanced math degrees (rare for a woman my mother’s age)…but anyway. They were dedicated educators and they each spent over FORTY years teaching– my mom at one magnet school in NYC and my dad splitting his time between a high school where the student body that was “underachieving” and “underperforming” and a local college (part-time). They loved their careers and their students got the best education– from truly dedicated teachers. When my father retired he got a letter of thanks from the President and the Mayor, and to this day he receives letters from his then-students-now-scientists and mathematicians thanking him for his dedication and enthusiasm.
    When I graduated from law school, I too thought I wanted to go into education…specifically reform. But after spending 4 months working in the city’s broken schools, I decided it wasn’t for me. It was degrading and the worst part was that the teachers weren’t supported…not in terms of morale, curriculum, safety, pay, etc. The saddest part of my whole experience, on a personal level, was that my parents both told me, “Education wasn’t what it was. It’s not valued. Don’t even THINK about going into teaching.” And that was that.
    At some point, I do believe, teachers will not be marginalized or underpaid or disrespected. People will have to wake up and realize that the very people who give inventors their knowledge, instruct surgeons on the latest medical technology, guide the poets and the artists are…the teachers. Good luck with your journey. I hope you got to see The Book of Mormon. It was a laugh!
    Happy New Year!