Darlene Rogers

Hello Middleville my name is Darlene and I am excited to join this wonderful, informative group of caring individuals. I arrived in this area in 2004 and intend to remain as close to the coast as possible. My husband and I have been married for eight years and have a busy blended family of seven. Yes Seven! We have two daughters, three sons, a Poodle and a Rottweiler yet somehow we blend well. I guess that makes Nine! Each child participates in at least two extra- curricular activities,(athletics , social organizations or academic) which means we can tell you the best place to sit on any bleacher as well as which school has the best popcorn on the east coast. Our children range from 19 – 13 years old with completely different personalities. The oldest son is serving our country in the Army and our oldest daughter is in college. The youngest three are currently making career plans from high and middle school. Human service is my field of choice and miraculously completed a masters degree with my busy family schedule last year. I’m currently working in a Human service position with some of the best Marines and their families in the country. It is my pleasure to aide those that due to unforeseen circumstances, need a bit of assistance. My passions are spending time with my family, reading, writing, photography, sketching and cooking. I am looking forward to this new journey here in Middleville, so buckle up as we tour life as we know it.


The Middle School Dance

I had planned to head home after school last Friday afternoon and work on the yet unfinished ductwork until my husband asked if I could stay after school and help chaperone the middle school dance. I freely admit that these options seemed equally (un)inviting, nonetheless, he was concerned about keeping track of his sixth grade boys while monitoring the girls’ bathroom, so I threw a dress in my backpack on the way out the door in the morning and accepted the fact that my life had come to this.

My first pleasant surprise came after school let out as he gave his students their options: go outside with him and run around or get ready for the dance inside with me. They all lined up for the playground and I was left guarding two mostly barren bathrooms, a few seventh and eighth graders wandering in and out doing typical bathroomy things. About the only sign of the impending dance was a can of glittery hairspray that circulated at the end of the hallway, strategically detonated equally over the entire eighth grade (male and female) near appropriately adequate ventilation. This was not the middle school I went to, that’s for sure.

These kids are awesome.

Every once in a while some flash of clarity breaks through the every day-ness of life and I find myself struck by how much I like my kids or my husband or my mom or whatever. I never lose sight of how much I love and care about them, but I sometimes forget that they are exactly the people I would choose to be mine if I had that power and hindsight. I had that same experience with the entire student body on Friday night.

As I surveyed the dance floor, I saw everything I had expected to see: awkward moments, inner conflict, gossipy groups, the first couple to slow dance amidst the hoots and squeals of of their peers with cheeks flushed hot red and eyes locked bravely on each others. But there were things I hadn’t expected to see, too. The dancing crowd parted to spotlight a classicly trained ballerina doing stationary pirouettes and clapped when she finished. A group of half a dozen or so boys who all take martial arts together lined up in the middle of the room and began executing a kata in unison to the beat of the music. Whether the kids wore headbands with horns, were openly gay, danced the chicken dance, or rocked the Wobble, I saw fewer inhibitions and more acceptance than I had ever hoped to.

These are exactly the kids I would choose to work with, to spend my days with, to invest my time and energy in. Lucky for me, they are precisely the ones I’m stuck with. As it turns out, that’s a pretty good way to spend a Friday night.

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