<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:00:24.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The View From Here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-6852051133707471337</id><published>2009-10-04T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:19:44.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Conference</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't written a single thing about teaching or our move to Alpine or any of that wonderful stuff!  Where did time go?  Let me give a quick update...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer I took all of my senior year classes in order to be able to internship.  During my finals in April (note the &lt;i&gt;during&lt;/i&gt; part), we moved to my parent's basement apartment and the next week I started my summer classes.  Five days after they ended, I started my time as a Fox Hollow employee and got ready to invite little critters back to school.  The first day of school was TERRIBLE and I wanted to cry and quit.  Well, I cried a lot, but I didn't quit and I'm so glad.  Life is so good with my 27 wonderful first graders.  We have a long way to go, but we're going to have an incredible year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was Conference weekend for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Brian and I were able to split our weekend between our two families and even watched one session just as a couple.  My pleadings and prayers were answered and soothed as I listened to the words of our prophets and apostles.  There were themes of love, service, becoming as a child, and so much more that I needed to hear at this time.  I think I was already on a right track, but I guess you can say that my view was changed because it was expanded to a greater eternal perspective about this life.  I have so much work to do, good work to do, and now I want to do it.  I also know that this life will be a progression that comes in stages.  I am committed to do the best I can to be the kind of disciple Christ would have me be.  I am so grateful to be a member of this true Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good.  Never forget to view this eternal probation in an eternal perspective - life gets too crazy if you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-6852051133707471337?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6852051133707471337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=6852051133707471337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/6852051133707471337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/6852051133707471337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-and-conference.html' title='Life and Conference'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-4479535922992147856</id><published>2009-04-13T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:11:09.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Change...</title><content type='html'>It's official!!!  I'm teaching 1st grade in the fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I was accepted as an intern earlier this semester, but there has been a big question as to what grade I will teach.  For one thing, the school is splitting, the legislative period determined a lot, and teachers were switching grades like crazy.  I'm so happy, though, because at first they thought I was interested in the upper grades and lately I've been more and more interested in the lower grades, so this is perfect.  When my principal said that they were hoping one of us could teach in first, I just sort of raised my hand and said, "Actually, I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to teach first grade!"  When I went to do some observations at the school, I did a little observing in third, but I was mostly put in first and I loved it.  I stayed open and flexible so I wouldn't get my hopes up or anything, but I was really hoping I would get first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all very interesting because just a few months ago and especially in the years past I thought there was no way I wanted to teach children as young as first!  It seemed difficult, routine, and a lot like day care.  Something has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;, though.  I am ecstatic about this year ahead of me!  It might have something to do with the classes I'm taking right now - we're studying about literacy and language arts and I decided that reading and writing would be awesome to teach!  I have also had experiences (especially in my recent field experience) that have shown me how much first grade students are capable of and how much I can push and challenge them to achieve.  Furthermore, I've been teaching the 6- and 7-year-olds in Primary at church, and as aggravating as they can be, you can't help but love them.  Talking to my good friend Kristina, who is also a first grade teacher, I have found that she has hilarious experiences that only come from working with kids that age and that the ones that are the hardest to teach are usually the ones you love most.  I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to read books all year long, believe in Santa Claus again, and to try to catch a leprachaun on St. Patrick's Day.  I am excited for macaroni noodle art, sweet colored pictures of all sorts of random things, and big hugs every day.  I am especially excited, though, for that spark that sometimes comes into a child's eyes, especially when they learn how to read.  Things suddenly click and it's like they're in a new world.  I can't believe I get to be a teacher next year.  I am the luckiest girl in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-4479535922992147856?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4479535922992147856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=4479535922992147856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4479535922992147856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4479535922992147856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-change.html' title='Things Change...'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-280829729163621526</id><published>2009-02-21T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:07:50.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>I am passionate about teaching.  I know that now.  I have always loved kids, always loved learning, but I am thriving in my studies right now.  I am taking 21 credits and working 20 hours a week and planning a literature conference and presenting at the conference...but I am so happy.  I think that tells me that this really is what I want to do.  And that's my view right now.  I haven't blogged in a while, so I thought I'd give the world an update.  I'm doing much better, am very busy, but I'm happy.  Life's good.  Thanks to all those who make it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-280829729163621526?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/280829729163621526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=280829729163621526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/280829729163621526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/280829729163621526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-4422248246227513506</id><published>2008-12-29T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:01:56.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-4422248246227513506?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4422248246227513506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=4422248246227513506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4422248246227513506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4422248246227513506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/dark-days-will-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-1021560680486811083</id><published>2008-12-16T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:44:20.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at the End of the Tunnel</title><content type='html'>When you go through a long tunnel, especially when it's twisty and turny, you cannot see the light at the end -- where you'll end up, what it's like, and that there's an end to being in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finishing up my last two finals and am almost done with my preparation for them.  This semester has been like getting on a roller coaster and just holding on because I have no idea how it's going to turn and dive and rise and accelerate.  Now I'm approaching the junction where I'll get off again.  (Although I'll be riding it a few more times in a row, don't ya think?)  I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and now I can see where I've been and what has happened along the way.  I have really put myself into my studies this year and as a result I have learned so much.  I have especially loved Ed Psych and have grown a lot in that class.  I can see that my efforts bring success in school and I am motivated to keep going, even though I have a few more dark tunnels ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SUiDAdz3R5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/IPIjXHavoFE/s1600-h/tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280614607117305746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SUiDAdz3R5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/IPIjXHavoFE/s320/tunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-1021560680486811083?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1021560680486811083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=1021560680486811083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/1021560680486811083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/1021560680486811083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the End of the Tunnel'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SUiDAdz3R5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/IPIjXHavoFE/s72-c/tunnel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-4737298486218858624</id><published>2008-12-13T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:33:18.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SUQ32uRBi1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mJoHVBlymkc/s1600-h/christmas_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279406076456962898" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SUQ32uRBi1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mJoHVBlymkc/s320/christmas_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming, and never has the season been more beautiful than this year.  Granted, there hasn't been as much snow as I would like, but the love that I have felt this season has been phenomenal.  I have been so close to Christ, so close to Brian, and so close to my family.  I feel truly blessed this season and cannot wait for all that Christmas brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-4737298486218858624?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4737298486218858624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=4737298486218858624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4737298486218858624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4737298486218858624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SUQ32uRBi1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mJoHVBlymkc/s72-c/christmas_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-8477625506483485871</id><published>2008-11-26T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:29:40.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite portrayal of Thanksgiving: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SS3XWGL6pfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YYelk4Do244/s1600-h/norman+rockwell+thanksgiving.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273107513338406386" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SS3XWGL6pfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YYelk4Do244/s320/norman+rockwell+thanksgiving.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patriarch of the family is at the head of the table, young and old are seated on both sides and looking happy, hungry, and excited.  Although my family has never had the turkey laid out like this and we opt for buffet-style serving of food over laying it all out in front of us, this picture brings back the warmth I feel whenever I think of this beloved holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have had a lot to be grateful for.  In the past three weeks I have attended two funerals and have not been able to attend two others that I would have liked to.  My View and my perspective have been changed, and for the better.  I don't mean to say I was ungrateful before, but my gratitude has certainly been magnified and broadened.  My appreciation of Brian and my parents, especially, has grown, and my love with it.  The world is once again exciting and fascinating to me, even though the grass and leaves are brown and tree stems are barren.  We have a whole universe around us, and arguably a whole universe inside us.  We should always be filled with wonder.  I am committed to be a better friend, a better student, and a better woman in life.  I can have faith.  I can have joy.  I can have hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the cause of my current View was a sad one, I am so grateful that I have had this experience and for the way I have felt as a result.  I plan to carry this with me through the Thanksgiving holiday ahead of me and even on through life, although I'm sure I'll need reminding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-8477625506483485871?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8477625506483485871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=8477625506483485871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/8477625506483485871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/8477625506483485871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SS3XWGL6pfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YYelk4Do244/s72-c/norman+rockwell+thanksgiving.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-4129081375402821853</id><published>2008-11-18T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:40:46.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>For the past three weeks, I have been working in a local elementary school as a student teacher.  This is the first of four student teaching experiences I will have, and I am so grateful that UVU's program is set up to give me so much experience.  Although while sitting in the classroom here at school I felt I knew a lot, actually teaching in a classroom has taught me more.  It has really opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've been teaching quite a bit, I've also had a lot of opportunities to observe the regular teacher in the classroom.  Renee is very good at building up her students and being patient and kind with them, but there are some other things that have been really hard to deal with.  First of all, she has class rules but no consequences if they're broken.  How well do you think the rules work?  The class also doesn't have the same work ethic and discipline that I have seen other 5th/6th grade classes have.  Last semester I worked in a 6th grade class and there was a lot of emphasis on preparing for Junior High.  I am really worried about the 6th graders going to Junior High because I don't think they'll be able to handle the workload and responsibility.  Not only has it made it difficult to teach them, but it has made it difficult to get attached to the kids and see how much they might struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about working in this classroom, as my mom says, is not only that I now know some things I will and will not do, but I know now how much I really do care about students' education and doing your best to teach them right.  It has opened my eyes to see how passionate I am about this.  My blood has not been this boiled in a long time.  I truly chose the profession I am supposed to have.  I never knew it as well as I do now that my eyes have been opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student teaching has really opened my eyes. The teacher I work with does many things right, but there are some things I feel she does wrong. I have been very passionate about the learning of her students, so it has shown me how much I really do care and really do want to be a teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-4129081375402821853?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4129081375402821853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=4129081375402821853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4129081375402821853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4129081375402821853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-4063093751100338807</id><published>2008-11-13T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:15:31.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Picture</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law gave me this picture after I started dating (or was it after I married?) my husband Brian.  I went with my friend Jalynn to give my brother-in-law Peter cookies as a way of saying yes to his prom invitation.  (This was back in high school.  He took Jalynn to prom senior year.)  At the time, Brian was on his mission and his picture was hung prominently in the house, so while we waited for Peter to come, Pam snapped this picture of us offering Elder Reschke cookies.  Brian always asks me why we didn't send him cookies when he looks at this picture.  :)  The goof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SRxRK_Txv5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/m015aQdbaVg/s1600-h/feeding+Brian+cookies+(Jalynn+and+I).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268174913351565202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SRxRK_Txv5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/m015aQdbaVg/s320/feeding+Brian+cookies+(Jalynn+and+I).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture because it has my two favorite people in it.  Brian and Jalynn are my two best friends.  They have been with me through thick and thin.  They have seen my worst sides and my best sides.  They both love me and believe in me.  Both of them inspire me and make me want to be a better person.  They are my most eternal friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to take better care of my friendships.  Life gets so hairy sometimes and those little calls and emails slip through the cracks.  I hope that most of my friends know that I think of them and love them even if I don't see them or talk to them.  There are so many people, especially from high school and the early years of college, that I miss so much and still hold dear to my heart, even though our paths no longer cross.  It has been good to step back and see this clearly today.  Friendship has been out of my View lately, but maybe it should be a little closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-4063093751100338807?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4063093751100338807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=4063093751100338807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4063093751100338807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/4063093751100338807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-picture.html' title='My Favorite Picture'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SRxRK_Txv5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/m015aQdbaVg/s72-c/feeding+Brian+cookies+(Jalynn+and+I).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-2342910223899017737</id><published>2008-11-12T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:01:48.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Exercise</title><content type='html'>I know this is totally revolutionary, but I've just realized that I don't have to do it all! I have come to this conclusion recently when I started doing small, short workouts in the morning before going to work. At the end of the summer and into the school year, I was really good about getting out and jogging and I finally felt like I was being effective in my workout. The only problem is, once I had a busy day or was too tired to jog 5 miles, I would just skip it altogether, and that got me nowhere. With the little things I've been doing in the morning I have seen a big improvement in the areas that I want, like toning my arms, etc. Plus the exercises are short and easy to remember, I don't have to do them in the same order, and I don't necessarily have to do them all every day, so it's a workout I can stick to. Just working out 10-15 minutes every morning makes me feel so good the rest of the day (as opposed to taking a half hour or more to do even my shortest run). I have found something that I think will work for me. It is very flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My View of exercise has definitely changed. I'm so excited that I don't have to do it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-2342910223899017737?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2342910223899017737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=2342910223899017737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/2342910223899017737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/2342910223899017737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreaded-exercise.html' title='The Dreaded Exercise'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-8696369710380172440</id><published>2008-11-10T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:56:58.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Chicken With Its Head Cut Off</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I was overwhelmed.  Teaching in someone else's classroom is a lot harder than I think teaching in my own will be.  I am not able to plan how I want things to go because there are so many things Renee doesn't want me to change.  After everything I've learned in class, I've felt this huge push to stick to the curriculum and teach it well, so I was really built up for that when I started teaching.  Now I think I need to take things slower which made me really nervous that I wouldn't get everything taught before I'm done with field, and for those who are perfectionists like I am, you'll understand what sort of panic I have been in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, miraculously almost, I am back to a better View of things.  If I try to keep strictly to my schedule, I am going to lose the class.  The purpose of this experience is not to have the 5th graders become experts on the Iroquois Confederacy, the conflicts between settlers and Native Americans, or to fill out worksheets and have something to display in the hall.  The purpose, I believe, is to see how well I am able to &lt;u&gt;teach&lt;/u&gt;, which is more connecting with the students and understanding their needs than delivering a lecture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt a lot of pressure lately, and those close to me know I do not always do well under pressure.  Brian and I's financial situation is uncertain, so I'm trying to save every penny I can.  I am trying to win a spot as a teacher's assistant in the ELED department, so my grades and performance in class have to be impeccable, if not heroic.  And I'm trying to be at peace in my home, so cleaning and exercise have once again found priority, but it's a shaky priority when your time is short and a mess is never far away.  So I've been dealing with a lot, but I think I got my peace of mind back.  I have a new plan for today's lesson (if I do in fact teach - another qualm about this class...) and I think it better serves the needs of the students as well as the desires of the classroom teacher.  I'm glad my perspective kicked in at just the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-8696369710380172440?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8696369710380172440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=8696369710380172440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/8696369710380172440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/8696369710380172440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-chicken-with-its-head-cut-off.html' title='Like A Chicken With Its Head Cut Off'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-922761293167192614</id><published>2008-11-04T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:30:53.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble, Bubble, Capital Trouble</title><content type='html'>Election Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy November 4th. This is the first presidential election where I am old enough to vote. Brian and I will be standing in line tonight, probably for three hours. I guess I'm a nut, but it's also such a responsibility and privilege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a &lt;u&gt;lot&lt;/u&gt; of debate about these elections. A lot of controversy, a lot of mudslinging, etc. It's been a hard decision, mostly because I don't like what either party are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SRDX59LqN8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yqHqlt-fagQ/s1600-h/Obama+and+McCain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264945355072092098" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SRDX59LqN8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yqHqlt-fagQ/s320/Obama+and+McCain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the class where I'm student teaching, there are a lot of kids for McCain and only a few kids for Obama. A few still want to vote for Mitt Romney. :) They were really adamant about their beliefs. When we talked about McCain, they looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SRDX18s0_aI/AAAAAAAAAGw/22-atJKx3mU/s1600-h/kids+raising+hands+in+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264945286223297954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SRDX18s0_aI/AAAAAAAAAGw/22-atJKx3mU/s320/kids+raising+hands+in+class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we talked about Obama, they looked like Christmas was taken away. I'm afraid that after the results come in, they will have to look like Christmas was taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned why we vote on Tuesdays. In the old days when people rode around in horse buggies, everyone attended church on Sunday, rode to their voting destination on Monday, voted on Tuesday, rode back on Wednesday, and got home Thursday. They also figured that by November everyone was done with harvest and could come. The question is, why do we still do it? I'm having a hard time getting there because of work, etc, so why don't we push it to the weekend? It's something to think about. There are some movements to move it and there are also movements to make it more than one day, as it is in some other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like tonight I'm choosing the lesser of two evils. I've got to work on being more optimistic and having hope that everything will go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-922761293167192614?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/922761293167192614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=922761293167192614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/922761293167192614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/922761293167192614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/bubble-bubble-capital-trouble.html' title='Bubble, Bubble, Capital Trouble'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SRDX59LqN8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yqHqlt-fagQ/s72-c/Obama+and+McCain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034379946604434991.post-1015127076312602212</id><published>2008-11-03T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:32:29.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaahh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SQ-JS6YUH9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tkInyUuVIBs/s1600-h/0722_ham_640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264577447421288402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SQ-JS6YUH9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tkInyUuVIBs/s320/0722_ham_640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a popular talk show called "The View".  Well, this is &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; view.  Perhaps a journal of sorts, but more of a place to document life.  I have many roles -- I am a teacher, student, wife, housekeeper, friend, daughter, sister, secretary, cook, writer...  Probably many more.  And as I go about my day with all these roles, I sometimes feel up and sometimes feel down, but always I try to change my View.  So this will be about my View -- hopefully so that I can change it when it's least productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you will enjoy the journey with me.  Feel free to see my Profile for other blogs I dictate, although they are mostly for school use.  Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3034379946604434991-1015127076312602212?l=reschkeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1015127076312602212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3034379946604434991&amp;postID=1015127076312602212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/1015127076312602212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3034379946604434991/posts/default/1015127076312602212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reschkeblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/aaahh.html' title='Aaahh...'/><author><name>Cami Reschke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SLWNI0NxeAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oWRWAkilEnc/S220/Brian+and+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0KX2P4F3y4/SQ-JS6YUH9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tkInyUuVIBs/s72-c/0722_ham_640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
