Saturday, October 31, 2009

Plans derailed

Because of preparations for the upcoming choir concert at the high school and a workshop day, I was supposed to have a 5 day weekend. I guess I still do have that, but everything I was planning to do got thrown off when I wasn't feeling well on Wednesday afternoon. Because we've had lots of sick kids and teachers at school, I decided that just in case it was the flu, I should stay home. I missed 3 things I really wanted to go to and have read, watched videos, and slept instead of doing all the things I had planned.

I also didn't get to go to the gym, but did do some core work and stretching each day. It's not much, but it is better than nothing.

Since I haven't been miserable, I think it's probably just allergies and not anything contagious. I really did need some down time though, so hopefully this rest will help my immune system to keep fighting off all the germs that I can't avoid at school. But tomorrow, I really do need to return to the real world and get some work done.



-- Posted from my iPhone

Sunday, October 25, 2009

NaNoWriMo

I had something brilliant that I was going to share here, but by the time I finished the other stuff and got to this, I had totally forgotten what wonders I had to share today.

Although NaNoWriMo doesn't officially start until Nov. 1, gearing up for it starts this week. On Wednesday and Friday I have writers' group/write-ins where we will do some discussing of our November plans and/or working on outlines, plot, etc. Thursday is the big kick off party.

If you don't hear from me for awhile, it's because I'm lost in the land of noveling. Hopefully, I'll remember to post a few updates here. If you are interested in knowing what all of this is about, or interested in joining the craziness, go to www.nanowrimo.org.

By the way, since the exercise journals were incredibly boring, I've decided to hide my exercise reports in other blogs. Just so you know, there has only been one day that I haven't done any exercise. The bad thing was, I didn't even realize it until the next morning.

Happy Noveling!

Friday, October 16, 2009

Exercise Journal 10/16/09

Gym.


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Thursday, October 15, 2009

Doing what needs to be done

I didn't have to go to work today so I decided to let myself sleep in. And sleep in I did. The alarm went off at 10:15, and who knows how long I would have slept if it hadn't. That is so unlike me. I must have really needed the rest.

Today I had the furnace, heating vents, and dryer vents cleaned. A bird's nest was completely blocking the dryer vent. No wonder the laundry was taking so long to dry.

Apparently I didn't get enough sleep last night. I took a 3 hour nap this afternoon.

I couldn't force myself to go to the gym tonight, but I really needed some exercise. Tonight I walked while reading, taking a break at the end of each chapter to do some speed walking, stretching, wall push ups, or core work. During those breaks I also checked my memorization on my German songs.

Even though I did a lot of sleeping today, I felt pretty good about the fact that I was able to get done what needed to be done.

During the next couple of long weekends, I need to get a few other things done that I've been putting off, like buying a new bed and getting the carpets cleaned. Sometimes you've just got to bite the bullet and do it.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Monday, October 12, 2009

Exercise journal 10/12/09

Did it.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Exercise journal 10/10/09 & 10/11/09

Last night I just did a short work out at the gym. I was tired from the long workout on Friday and from staying up too late, so I took it easy.

Tonight I couldn't convince myself to get dressed again and go to the gym, so I just did dancing at home. I must still be tired, because I couldn't really get onto it tonight.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Icebergs

Little children seem to have a fascination with the word "why". They want to know the why of everything, sometimes much to the annoyance of the adults they keep asking. But on the opposite extreme, sometimes as adults, we fail to ask the question "Why?" and respond only to the behaviors, actions, and situations that are currently present. We punish the offender or medicate to relieve symptoms rather than digging for the deeper meaning of the offense or pain. Don't get me wrong. I'm not opposed to punishment or pain meds. But, if that is as far as our interaction goes, we are not getting to the root of the problem. Or as I learned at the autism workshop, we are just addressing the tip of the iceberg.

As I'm sure you know, the part of the iceberg that is visible above the water is usually a very small percentage of the full iceberg. Although what is above the water line is dangerous, it is what is below the water line that is the real iceberg and because we cannot see it, it poses a greater risk.

I wish I could just reprint these illustrations for you, but I will do my best to describe them. When looking at the iceberg that is called "Tantrums", we see that the specific behaviors lying above the water line are screams without apparent cause, self-injurious, and destroys toys. If we respond only to those behaviors that we see, noone is going to be happy, and nothing will improve. If we look at and work with the underlying deficits, that part of the tantrums that lies below the water line of our iceberg, we have a chance of changing things for the better. Those underlying deficits are unable to communicate needs, emotional inconsistency, poor understanding of the situation, strong need for closure or sameness and low frustration tolerance. To be honest, if I were a parent dealing just with the specific behaviors described here, I would probably be an abusive parent. But looking at the underlying causes helps me to love this child more and look for ways to help him or her.

Let's move this concept beyond autism. Take for example the social/political situation in the middle east. It's very easy to condemn those horrible people and what they are doing to their neighbors based solely on religious differences, but when you take a look at the last few thousand years of history in that region, or even the last hundred years, the lines between the good guys and the bad guys become blurred. You start to understand why they feel wronged and why they feel entitled to the land and the government of the people.

And what about our health? How many of us go to the doctor because we want him/her to fix what is wrong, meaning make the pain or disease go away? Do we take the time and interest to ask why it may have occurred in the first place? Western medicine is improving in this area, but I think we have a long way to go.

I love my fibromyalgia and I bet you won't find many people that will say that. The reason I love it is because my body is constantly reminding me of what it needs. If I treat it with love and compassion, it is much kinder to me. It's very easy to treat the pain with meds, and the fatigue with sugar and caffeine, but it is a short term fix, and in the long run, makes things worse instead of better. When I am in pain, I need to look at why. Is my stress level too high? Have I missed too many workouts? (Endorphins are amazing.) Have I consumed too much sugar and/or caffeine or even carbohydrates in general? Although they help with the fatigue, they make the pain and inflammation much worse. If I'm tired or not sleeping well, I need to look at why? Is it the rebound from the sugar and caffeine? Have I missed my daily deep breathing exercises? Is my bed in dire need of replacement? The answer to that last one is a definite yes.

Finally, I need to be asking the question "Why?" more as I work with my students. It used to create great frustration when my very talented students wouldn't practice, but as I've come to understand some of the their reasons, it bothers me less. Rather than the lecture on how they'll never improve if they don't spend hours practicing, I now try to help them find ways to fit in whatever they can in their lives and we're all happier.

It is also easy to treat a vocal "symptom" without ever addressing the actual cause. Here's my favorite example and one that I'm constantly dealing with with my students. The [i] vowel can be a singer's best friend or their worst enemy. For those of you not familiar with IPA, I'm referring to the ee sound like in the word cheese. In fact, think of that horrible bright smiley word that photographers have you say to make you smile and you'll understand why choir directors hate this vowel. As it is normally spoken, it is very bright, shallow, and horizontal. If sung in the same manner, its sound jumps out of the texture of the music and doesn't blend well at all. Some choir directors will have students change all [i] sounds to [I] as in the word skin. Others use other ways to manipulate the sound of the group vowel. But what happens too often is that when kids come to me, I discover that their perception of the fix has totally destroyed anything even closely related to the [i] vowel. Often the kids are pulling their tongues way back. Yes, it does take the piercing sound out, but now the vowel jumps out of the texture in the other direction. You have beautiful clear sound, and then a really muffled swallowed [i] vowel breaks that line. In the choir teacher's defense, they cannot check how every student is interpretting their instructions. They just hear the overall result of the choir. When the choir [i] is what they want to hear, they assume that the individuals are creating it correctly.

The true and beautiful [i] sound is not achieved by changing the vowel or by pulling it back. It is achieved through making it vertical and releasing the tension in the jaw and tongue. That [i] is wonderfully resonant AND lines up with everything around it.

When a student seems to not even try when given new instructions, it's easy to decide that they don't care, that they are just oppositional by nature, or as one teacher decided about me, that there is just something wrong with the student. To be honest, there was something wrong, several somethings actually, but what was most damaging about her assessment was that it seemed to imply that I was hopelessly flawed and couldn't be fixed. It's easy to assign labels based on behavior. It takes more work, more time and more energy to find the underlying causes beneath those behaviors.

Although I started out this blog with icebergs as big, scary dangers, I think we also can use that metaphor for good things too. Is there something under that ice we see as good behavior, or is it just floating on the water with no real anchor beneath?

I think that one of the reasons that many people avoid organized religion is because of all the do's and don'ts. At some points in our development, both as cultures and individuals, we need list of behaviors that are and are not appropriate. Without something like that, civilization crumbles. However, getting to Heaven is not just about doing or not doing certain things. Many, many years ago, the final line to the Mormon children's song "I am a Child of God" read, "teach me all that I must know to live with him someday." At the recommendation of the prophet, the line was changed to "teach me all that I must do to live with him someday, " indicating that knowing the right things is not enough; we must do them. A former voice teacher told me something to the effect of knowing and not doing is the same as not knowing. Yes, doing is important. Knowing and doing are important, but I would suggest that even that is not enough. It's a great first step, but we must also understanding and become.

When Christ was asked about the most important commandment, he replied that there were two--Love god, and love your neighbors. Joseph Smith said, "teach them correct principles and they will govern themselves." Christ's love and Joseph Smith's principles are the iceberg. The do's and don'ts are the results, the visible portions above the waterline, or a least they should be. The bigger more important part is what is under (and behind and motivating) those behaviors. "Teach me all that I must be and understand" doesn't fit in the music, but I want to make sure that it fits in my life.

My new kitchen floor

I love/hate the new ceramic tile in my kitchen. I love it because it looks great and the varied color hides the dirt, etc. I hate it because it hides the dirt. You see, over the last few years, I've become less obsessive about cleaning. I relied on the "ick" factor rather than the calendar to tell me when the floor needed to be mopped. With this new tile, the "ick" factor doesn't exist. You don't see spills. You don't see dust collecting in the corners. It really does hide all of signs that my old white linoleum used to give when it needed to be cleaned. The result is that only realize how truly disgusting the floor is when I clean it and see the results on the mop and/or swiffer.

Let me give you a little housekeeping history. My maternal grandmother was a stay at home mom. She was very involved in her church and community, but her number one job was feeding, clothing, and caring for her family and their home. She was an amazing cook and seamstress. I remember ironing sheets and pillow cases at her house, and I don't think she was just teaching me how to iron. I could be wrong about this, but I think she really did iron sheets.

My mother usually had at least one part-time job, not because she wanted to work, but because we needed the money. In addition to keeping her own home clean and beautiful, she often cleaned for other people. My father was an only child and had served in the Navy so he was also taught to clean. And my parents taught us to clean. Several years ago, my brother and his friend volunteered to clean the kitchen for my sister-in-law. For most men, that would mean doing the dishes and wiping off the counters. If I remember correctly, their day included scrubbing the walls with a bleach solution and alphabetizing the refrigerator. I remember one day when my dad told me to clean the bathroom and them come outside and help with whatever project he was doing. More than an hour later, he came back in to see why I hadn't come out yet, and I was still cleaning the bathroom. I don't remember for sure, but I think I was cleaning the light fixtures at that point. (OK, there is a possibility I was being more thorough than usually because I didn't want to go outside.)

As you can see, I have a lot of cleaning history. But my life is very different from that of my mother or my grandmother. I work full-time. I am self-employed, so with all the business side of things, I'm usually working a lot more than 40 hours a week. I also have chronic health problems. I could make myself sick trying to keep a house that my grandmother would appove of, or I can live with the "not as clean as I'd like it to be" and have a little sanity and less stress in my life. Yes, sometimes, like with the kitchen floor, things do get a little out of hand, but it hasn't killed me yet. And yes, it might bug me if I saw someone else's house looking like this. But the truth is I really am happier when I'm not so freaked out about how the house looks. The nice part is that I live alone and don't have a lot of people over, so I rarely feel the need to clean as part of "image management".

Those of you readers that are in my meal exchange group don't have to worry. I do clean the kitchen before I cook the food that I share with you. Not the bleach the walls and alphabetize the refrigerator clean, but clean enough that I'm not sending disgusting germs to your home.

I'd better wrap this up now, so I can go clean the floors. Yeah for Saturdays. Without them, nothing would get done.

They say that cleanliness is next to godliness, and to a certain point I agree. I also think that sometimes, like in the story of Mary and Martha, we need to do less cleaning and cooking and detail work and take the time to be with God.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Exercise journal 10/9/09

Good work out at the gym tonight.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Exercise journal 10/8/09

I need to pack a gym bag and just go right after work. It's not that I don't want to exercise, the issue is thar I don't want to leave the house.

This morning I did stretches and core work. Tonight I walked around the house while reading. Not exactly good cardio, but at least I was moving.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Exercise journal 10/7/09

Planned to go to the gym during my break, but stayed at work instead and crossed several big things off the to do list. It's too late to go now, so I'll just be doing the stretching, toning, etc. routine here at home.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Exercise Journal 10/5/09 and 10/6/09

Yesterday, instead of going to the gym, I took a nap. Actually the nap wasn't supposed to take the place of the gym, but it was one of those times when I decided I needed sleep more and turned off the alarm. I did get up later and do a bare minimum of stretching and toning kinds of things. It's better than nothing, but I have to go to the gym tonight.

In fact, even though I haven't gone to the gym yet, I'm posting that I'm going and counting this as my practice journal for today. Now I have to go. It would be to embarrassing to print a retraction.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Exercise Journal 10/4/09

Third day in a row at the gym. Really good workout.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Love

Another installment of "The Gospel According to Jeannine".

The scripture on my "Scripture a Day" calendar for yesterday was Moroni 7:48. The proceeding verses discuss charity and closely parallel 1 Corithinians Chapter 13. After a discussion of what charity is and isn't, we get verse 48:

"Wherefore, my beloved brethren, pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons of God; that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is; that we may have this hope; that we may be purified even as he is pure. Amen."

I've always read this verse with each of the "that" phrases set apart by a semi-colon referring to what we are praying for. And I can still see very good arguments for that interpretation, but what about this? What if we are praying to be filled with the love, and because we are filled with the love the other things occur?

We become the sons (or daughters) of God, not through prayer, but through love, both His for us, and ours for Him and everyone else.

We shall be like him, not through prayer, but because we share the same love. We see him as he is because we see him through love.

We have hope, not through prayer, but through love. We can hope for these things because we understand his love for us.

We are purified and he is pure, not through prayer, but through love. Love is a purifier.

This is not a prayer bashing post. We still need to pray for that kind of love, but at this point in my life, I see the rest of the verse as results of love, not prayer directly.

Thoughts?

Differences and Similarities

There are 3 main areas of concern when looking at autism and autism spectrum disorders: Social Interaction, Communication, and Repetitive Behaviors/Sensory Issues. As a mentioned earlier, as I attended these workshops, I was not only struck by the differences, but also how similar I am to people on the autism spectrum. A few years ago, I had some in depth psychological testing and was shocked when after the initial interview the Dr. had me tested for Asperger's. I had worked with kids with this and didn't really see any similarities in my situation. The more I learn about autism and related disorders, the more I understand his reasons for exploring this area. (By the way, I did not have the history, or enough issues to warrant an Asperger's diagnosis.)

At the school workshop, they spent quite a bit of time with the early childhood social interaction difficulties. Because I'm not a developing infant or toddler, nor do I work with them, I'm going to skip over that. One item that continues to be a problem through the teenage years, is the inability to read facial expressions and understanding what other people are feeling. I've always felt that I was pretty good at this. In fact, sometimes I feel what others feel too strongly. But thinking about facial expressions got me thinking about how I interpret the facial expression of my students on the autism spectrum. When most kids look bored and won't make eye contact, it means they are bored and/or not paying attention. I need to remember that autism spectrum kids aren't going to give me the same physical and facial feedback, but they still might be engaged. On a humorous note, one of the slides they showed that they use to test young children for autism is a smiley face picture and 4 candies with the question, "Which chocolate will Charlie take?" The idea is that the kids see "Charlie's" eyes looking up toward the Milky Way bar. Normal kids immediately know that that is the one he wants. Kids with autism can't figure it out. I hadn't figured it out by the time they explained it, because I was stuck on the fact that one of the candies was "Smarties" and those are not chocolate. I was so thrown by this and the question about chocolate that I hadn't even looked at Charlie's eyes.

As they discussed social difficulties for older students, I did see some similarities in my own life, but my diagnosis is social anxiety. They talked about how if asked to work on a group project, kids on the autism spectrum have trouble participating. They either take over the whole thing, or don't do anything. That is so me. Although as a teacher I can see the benefits of group work, as a student I despised it. I can be a leader or a follower, but I'm just now at this point in my life learning how to be a team player, an equal with those around me.

Again, related to my social anxiety, I understand the person with autism that has difficulty building and maintaining relationships. It's all about knowing how to play the game, and people with social anxiety or autism spectrum disorders don't understand all the rules of the game. It doesn't mean we can't have relationships, but it does mean that it's harder than the difficulty the rest of the world has with relationships.

In the area of communication/comprehension, the area that fascinated me with regards to my own experience was echolalic speech. Some kids can parrot back impressive information, but don't really understand the information or how to use it in a different context. I have an excellent memory for factual memorization and therefore graduated at the top of my class. I don't know that I would do as well in today's education system where so much is about applying the knowledge. I can give you the facts, but have more difficulty in applying it to new situations. That's why word problems were so tough for me in math. The funny part here is that I really do feel like I am a good voice teacher and teaching voice is all about applying the facts to different situations since no two students have the same issues or respond in the same ways.

They talked a lot about how concrete autism spectrum kids are in their communication. They don't understand metaphor, sarcasm, etc. Metaphors, imagery, and sarcasm are my life, although I'm trying to cut back on the sarcasm. This is one area where I have no understanding of what these kids are experiencing. Metaphors and imagery is how I take the meaningless facts and make them mean something. So much of singing is seeing beyond the the words written on the page. I don't know how to talk interpretation without asking, "What do you think this imagery means? What do you think the character feels?" Yes, I know that these kids feel, but how do I go about getting them to understand what a character is feeling? And when I put it that way, I realize that it's the same as with any other kid--you have to relate it to something they do understand. I still don't know what to do though about kids that don't get metaphors and imagery.

Believe it or not, social interaction and communication were the two areas that I didn't have much in common with those on the autism spectrum. Sensory issues, however, are very easy for me to understand. I have fibromyalgia. There are many theories about why it develops and what it is, but basically it boils down to hypersensitivity. If my door is open at night, I will sometime wake up when the fridge motor kicks on. Sometimes the sound of the fridge running is more sound than my body wants to deal with. Sounds that are normal to the rest of the world are physically painful to me. I never go to the pepfests at school. I'm all about school spirit, but all those people and all that noise in one room is just too much for me. Socks drive me nuts if the seams aren't lined up the right way, but even worse, is not wearing socks. At the workshop, they mentioned that kids with autism often won't wear socks or shoes because they don't like how they feel. Socks feel better for me than all the other stuff I feel if they are not there. They also said autism kids are sometimes tip toe walkers. When barefoot, I actually walk mostly on my heals trying to keep my toes off the floor.

Other difficulties related to autism that I also understand all too well:

  • Inflexibility. See the world in very "black and white" terms; concrete understanding of rules. --
  • I'm getting much better at this, but I used to be very rule bound, rigid and inflexible about many things.
  • Easily feel overwhelmed or anxious.
  • Unexpected changes or events cause extreme anxiety--I don't usually have the melt downs that happen with autism kids when they encounter unexpected changes, but I do experience a lot of internal anxiety. Again, I'm learning to deal with this and am much better than I was even 10 years ago.


My main point in all of this, was not to tell you more than you probably wanted to know about my life. The point is, if all we see is the differences, it becomes "them" and "us". (Black and white thinking, by the way.) We can't understand people and we can't love them until we see that there are a lot of ways that we are very similar.

At the neurology lecture these were two bullet points on a slide about ADHD:

  • Kids with ADHD need structure, firm limits, and lots of positive reinforcement.
  • What if an entire school could have that kind of approach?

I am for whatever programs we can have in our schools to help kids with ASD or ADHD succeed. However, I also see the difficulty my choir director colleagues have in teaching to the special needs of each of the students when there are, for example, 90 Freshmen girls in the same room. My situation is different. I work mostly one on one with the kids. I'm in the perfect position to give them instruction tailored to the way they learn. Although it was pushed to the bottom of a long to do list, I'm still very interested in doing some kind of a formal study on voice instruction for students on the autism spectrum disorder.

Exercise Journal 10/3/09

Gym again. Two days in a row. Yeah!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Exercise journal 10/2/09

Went to the gym to watch the premiere of the new Stargate series while exercising. It wasn't bad, but I was tired and easily distracted, so even though I was pacing myself to go longer, I gave up and went home after 50 minutes.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Exercise journal 10/1/09

Did it.


-- Posted from my iPhone