The NCTE/ALAN Blur

The past five days whooshed by in a blur of sessions and hotel and authors and books…so many books!

The Gateway Arch from the Mississippi River

Thursday was the travel day with the gas incident.

Friday morning my colleagues who write with me at The Educator’s Room and I led a session about blogging and social media. Then I went to a panel of YA Lit authors about how they use humor in writing about difficult subjects to make them accessible to teens. Then I planned to hit the exhibit hall, but I took one step in and realized I was so tired from getting almost no sleep the night before that I simply could not talk to one more person.

So I got myself a coffee, walked back to my room, and texted with Cortney for awhile. And then I passed out cold on my bed until The Pastor’s Daughter, N, came bounding into the room all excited to talk about the sessions she attended.

She and I got ready and waited for her mom, The Pastor’s Wife. Around 5:30pm, we headed out to a book signing event and met some pretty awesome authors and had some yummy appetizers.

Saturday morning I attended a panel of YA authors discussing voice in writing. Then I was able to grab lunch with a friend before heading to a round table session where I was a respondent about a discussion about the culture of skinny and how YA novels address it.

The afternoon was filled with some exhibit hall wandering and then dinner with some post secondary professors and PhD students who gave me great advice about my future studies, and who I enjoyed listening to about research and future discussions that they hoped NCTE would engage in.

Sunday morning N and I headed to get some books signed at the exhibit hall.  Around noon, I had my round table session with Penny Kittle about incorporating choice into a curriculum that seems choiceless.

That afternoon the Pastor’s Wife, N, and I enjoyed a late lunch/early dinner of St. Louis BBQ before heading to the ALAN reception where we met yet more YA authors.

Monday was the ALAN conference all day. After we got back to the hotel that evening, I counted 60 new books for my classroom library, and about 8 for my own children!

Today we made the 6.5 hour drive home.

I type this from my comfy spot on the couch, my eyes feeling heavy, and my teacher heart full and inspired. I am ready for this this much-anticipated holiday weekend, but I am inspired and ready to bring back new strategies and ideas to my department and classroom.

Gone Girls

Hello from St. Louis!

Having the goal to blog each day is ridiculous when you have a giant conference in the middle of it. Ah well, at least I have a good travel story to tell you.

We decided to drive to St. Louis (and by “we” I mean the Pastor’s Wife, her 13-year old daughter N, and me). It’s less than seven hours and it’s much more cost effective than flying and then having to ship our books home and all that jazz. So we drove.

I brought along our Garmin, named Judy, to get us there in case we started gabbing, The PW downloaded a book by Jason Reynolds to listen to, and N had the whole back seat to herself. It was going to be great!

Since I had to work yesterday, we decided our departure time would be between 6 and 6:30pm. That would get us to St. Louis around midnight. Late, but not terrible.

When PW and N arrived to pick me up, I said my good-byes to the kids (which involved Eddie clinging to me, Alice screaming that she wanted to come too, and Charlie yelling he hated me and he didn’t want me to hug him–he has issues dealing with Big Feelings and saying “goodbye” for five days involves Big Feelings), kissed Cortney a thousand times, and finally jumped in the passenger seat.

“We have a full tank of gas!” PW declared as she backed out of my driveway. I got Judy Garmin up and running and we were off.

If this was a book or movie, that statement would be seen as foreshadowing.

We made it to Illinois and stopped at the Oasis to try to get the fast past working. That didn’t work because they were closed; however, we only ended up paying $1.10 in tolls, so it was a wash. Thinking that was our biggest drama, we set off for the next leg of the trip.

We listened to a book for about 90 minutes, which took us deep down into Illinois. Realizing we had been in the car for around four or five hours, I casually asked PW, “hey, how is our gas looking??

“Oh! The light is on!” she responded.

Huh. Ok, no problem, just pull over and get gas.

Except that we were in the middle of Illinois and it was like 11pm local time. So I whipped out Google Maps and said, “gas stations” and up popped three all within 5 miles. After two more miles, we pulled off the highway and into a Shell station.

That was closed.

But wait! Pumps will still work! They were on! They took the credit card and went through all the prompts and then…

no gas.

Huh. Ok, well, the next gas station is about 5 miles away. The car started, so we figured we could make it happen. Instead of putting us back on the highway to the next exit, Google maps had us take this weird little access road that ran along side the expressway and had fields or something and a train track and gravel roads on the other side.

Creepy, but whatever. We were close to gas.

Until we started slowing down and coasting.

Because we were out of gas.

I saw the panic creeping in on PW’s face and I thought quickly and said, “it’s fine. We will be fine,” as she called AAA. I did not feel 100% fine, but what does freaking out do? It doesn’t put gas in the tank, that is for sure.

So while she got on the horn with AAA, I checked to see how far away we were from a gas station. It looked like only a couple miles on Google Maps, but who knew if that one was open, right?

Once we were assured AAA was coming, I tried to reassure my friend with a little white lie, “I’ve run out of gas before. It’s seriously not a big deal. We will be fine.” It worked! Instead of worrying, we took out our conference schedules and started making lists and planning our time.

I’m not kidding when I say this was a creepy area though. It was pitch black dark and only about four cars passed us the entire time. One stopped to see if we were Ok (don’t worry, mom. We didn’t get out or open our door to strangers. We assured them we were taken care of). A train went by at one point lighting up the area enough to see that all the cross-roads were gravel. So creepy.

But my lie of having been through it before got us through. When the AAA guy showed up, he chuckled at how close we were to a gas station. Sure enough, once he gave us enough fuel to get moving, we crested a hill and man-made lights twinkled welcomingly to us.

Good grief.

Before we got on the highway in our full-tank-of-gas vehicle, I confessed my lie (because I can’t fricking lie and sit with it), and PW turned to me and said, “you’re going to blog this, aren’t you?”

“HELL YES I AM. I have a blog-a-day goal for November.”

We finally got to our hotel just after 1am local time (which means our bodies thought it was 2am). I had been up for around twenty hours.

You can imagine what today has been like which is why I am currently in our hotel room after presenting this morning and attending another session.

I need some rest.

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