The South Speech Diet

Since coming to Nashville, I've noticed the presence of southern accents much more than I ever did growing up in Texas. Maybe I just wasn't looking for it then. People have asked me why I don't have one, and when I tell them why, I also mention that I wish I had one. Well...I think that wish is slowly coming to pass.

When people diet, they change the way they eat. I guess if you change the way you speak, you could call that a diet as well. I choose to call what I'm experiencing the South Speech Diet (not to be confused with South Beach, of course.) Instead of dropping a few pounds, you would drop a few words out of your speech. Instead of combining and condensing meals, you would combine and condense your words, creating a slur effect--a drawl. Instead of sneaking sugary sweets, you would sneak apostrophes in between random words.

I've noticed over the last few days that the way I speak has been affected by the people around me. A couple times words have come out of my mouth, and all I could think was, Did I really just say it that way? I wish I could remember what it was I said today at work that took me by surprise, but all I can remember is that it was something you would hear come out of a southerner's mouth. I remember feeling kind of happy about it as well as a little uncertain about these new changes in my speech.

Here are a few situations I've come across since coming here.

1) Nashville: I've heard it pronounced NashVILLE and NashVUL. I think the second way is indicative of someone who is a true southerner. I hope the day comes when I naturally say Nashvul.

2) Yesterday while assisting in a 4th grade class, the teacher, Mrs. Smith, praised a student for doing a good job on an informal assessment. Right afterward, another kid piped in earnestly, "I DONE GOOD, TOO!". As a teacher, maybe I should have been worried about this grammatical error, but instead I couldn't stop myself from smiling. It was so awesome. I made a mental note to write down that moment of happiness.

3) I have a cowgirl puppet that was given to me by my friend Amber. The puppet's name is Lou Etta, and she has a southern accent. When I told Randy about her, he laughed at the thought of me using a southern accent in a class full of children with the real deal. Would it be offensive to use her here? Would it seem like I'm making a mockery of the people here? Personally, I find the situation funny. I also can't stand the thought of making Lou Etta change her identity while we live here. :)

Lou Etta, keeping an eye on my students from her place on the bookshelf

4) Today I heard a student say those two special words-- "I ain't..."--and he said them with vehemence, too. "I could tell it was a regular part of his vocabulary. So classic...so wonderfully southern. I love it.


Well, that's all for now. I don't think you have to worry too much about me as I'm not an extreme South Speech dieter. I still sound mostly like me--my southern moments aren't extremely frequent yet. If there are any major developments with it, though, I'll be sure to keep you posted. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm fixin'na go somewhar...

East to Chattanooga

My friend Stephanie told me if I ever get lost and don't know how to get home, just follow the signs that say East to Chattanooga--just don't follow them all the way there. I've followed this advice several times now, and it's helped me find my way to familiar roads and exits. It's so exciting to say that I live in NASHVILLE now! I thought something as important as that should have its own blog post. Thanks to a persistent brother and sister, I was convinced to move out here where I had family, but no job, no car, and no friends. Now I've got a job and friends...still working on the car thing.

One of the great benefits of the Church is that anywhere you go, you can pretty much have instant friends. There are some fantastic people here, and I'm glad that I moved here (though the decision wasn't an easy one)! The YSAs (Young Single Adults) here are great, and the fun times I've had with them helped me get through the stinky job hunt.




I just got a job as an reading educational assistant at Roy Waldron School--an elementary school that is only a 3-4 minute drive from my house. I will be pulling out small groups of struggling readers to try and help them learn and catch up. I've already tested some of these kids--I had a couple of 3rd graders who struggled to read and understand even a 1st grade passage. I look forward to helping them!




Another great thing about being here is having family around. I live with my brother Randy and his family, while my sister Meredith lives about an hour away. It's been fun to spend time with both siblings and their families. Now half of my family lives here in the Nashville area!

Me and Mere:

Meredith is my only sister, and we're 15 years apart. Everyone agrees that she's Superwoman.


Here's a picture of the cute kids that live in the room next to mine:


My nephew Rowan is most often found toddling around in only his diaper. He actually calls me "JUH-nay" instead of the standard Nae-Nae or Nae. I sing a round to him that I really love, and now he loves it, too. My favorite thing he says is (and with a slight lisp), "JUH-nay...Ah San San". It translates to "Janae, I want A-Ram-Sam-Sam". He likes it even better when we dance to it. He also has quite the vocal range. He most often speaks in a high-pitched voice, but occasionally says something that is low enough to compete with the bass section of a choir. "DRAGON!" or "CRACKER!" are two things I've heard him say in a really low voice.

Mikayla is my niece, and she is just about to start Kindergarten Readiness at the primary school that feeds into the elementary school I work at. The other week I taught her how to find 'C' on the piano. She's pretty good about finding it in the different octaves. She wants to introduce me to everyone she knows and doesn't know. She also really loves her little dog, Alice. I, however, do not.

My sister-in-law Beth has been my professional fashion advisor and has taken me to several interviews. She says she'll be devastated someday when I move into my own place, but we'll see if she's still saying that when that time comes.

And Randy....well...


......I'm not quite sure what to do with him. :)

Me+Jack=LOVE

Most of you don't know this, but someone very special came into my life recently. Jack. During our first car ride together--yes, the very first--I knew that this was going to be a lasting relationship. LOVE! I've felt so lost several times in Nashville, but Jack is going to help me stay on track. He knows where we're headed, and he'll make sure to get us there in good time. I don't know what I've done without him all this time, but no matter. I've got him now, and as long as no one steals him away, we have a future together. I know when you get the chance to meet him, you'll just love him, too. Other feelings that describe how I've felt since Jack came into my life: Elation. Happiness. Security. So without further ado, let me introduce you...





...to Jack, my GPS.

Tender Mercy of the Day

As of late a painting that hangs in BYU's Museum of Art has frequented my mind. I have seen it in person several times--a painted depiction of a down-and-out man during the Great Depression era. As I was writing down my job hunt woes and comparing my feelings to this figure (Maynard Dixon's "Forgotten Man")....



....I got a phone call from a friend in my new ward, inviting me to go hear somebody's music at a venue in Nashville. It was such a simple thing, but it brought a smile to my face and it helped me focus on one of the very positive things that has come from moving here--the wonderful new people I've met. I also got a call from my sister-in-law, Kristin. After calling up all her sisters yesterday, she said she thought she should call me up too. I'm glad she did. Kristin has been a major blessing to the Stolle family since she became a part of it, and I hope she knows it.

Tender mercies, spoken of in the scriptures and well expounded upon by Elder David A. Bednar, are blessings from God that help us through our personal struggles. If you look for them, you will notice them in your life. We can all be a "tender mercy" in somebody's day--as Nicole and Kristin have unwittingly been in mine. So to them and everybody out there who picks up the phone just to give someone a friendly call, or who simply says a kind word or gives a smile or does a good deed, large or small--Thank you.


The Lord does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs.
--President Spencer W. Kimball

i made you dis

I LOVE getting mail, so naturally this "letter" was a real treat. It came in the mail yesterday from one of my students in Provo. He mailed it to my apartment in Provo, and one of my great roommates forwarded it on to me. I was excited to read his letter--mostly because his writing is so cute. He has a Spanish accent, and his writing is very influenced by what he hears when he speaks. Although I was expecting a slightly longer note, I laughed when I saw the four words he wrote on the small, ripped piece of paper. Slightly mortified at the lack of punctuation and the forgotten "Mama Duck" (the capitalized word at the beginning of a sentence), I was happy to see that he had remembered to attach the silent 'e' onto the word "made". You might be wondering what "dis" thing is that he made for me....



....it was a cross that appeared to be part of a necklace. What a nice thing for him to send me. Though it's doubtful that he actually made it (during the school year, this student brought me several things that he "made"), I think this cross and four-word note tell me something. I hope they tell me that my students know that I care about them. This is especially important to me because the adorable, academically-struggling student who sent this to me was also one of my most frustrating students. I often found myself worrying that he would remember me as one of those teachers that he disliked because I was frequently frustrated with him or on his case about something. This is bringing me some peace on the matter. Because I remember how excited he was to give me small gifts in the past, I can imagine how proud and excited he was to send me this cross. He must not hate me after all. :) Oh, how I miss having these kids in my life everyday!

The last question in my mind: How on earth was he was able to send this letter to me from the future? :)

Remember Me?

Family and Friends,

If you don't remember me, I don't blame you. I know it's been nearly 14 months since the last time I blogged, so let me start by reminding you of my name: It's Janae. You probably know me from Houston, BYU, Seattle, Mexico, or you may even be a new Nashville friend. As I glanced at my blog archive earlier, I noticed that since the birth of this blog in 2007, I've written a total of 18 blog posts. I promise to write more than I did in 2008 (a whopping total of 2 posts), and I will try to write more than I did in 2009 (a record-high of 10). Since I'm through at BYU, the look and title of the blog have changed, but I assure you that the writer is no imposter. I am, indeed, Janae. Now, before we discuss the present, let me share with you a few very important things from my recent past...



1. My 3rd Grade Class!!

There is no way that I could adequately explain what this teaching experience has meant to me. These beautiful, precious students were mine for the year, and it was hard to give them up at the end of it. I care a lot about these kids, and I want so much for them to lead good lives and become leaders among their peers. Without actually being a parent, I feel like I've been a mom to 30+ kids. It was always funny when they called me 'Mom' by accident. I hope those slips of the tongue were a result of being in a nurturing environment where the students felt comfortable. 3rd grade is such a unique time for kids. The move from 2nd to 3rd grade is a significant move forward in responsibility and in the curriculum. They are learning to do much alone, but they are still little and sweet. The learning that takes places and the personalities I got to know, the hugs given, the flowers and/or weeds presented, the funny comments--they all created such a special experience. I hope I never forget these dear guinea pigs of mine. I enjoy getting emails from them every once in awhile. This teaching internship was probably the hardest thing I've ever done, but it was so worth it. I have learned a ton and done many things well, but I know I still have loads more to learn as well as improve on. One thing that has been crossing my mind in the past week or so is well put by my dear red-headed friend, Anne Shirley. 'Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it.' Each day is a new chance to be more patient. A new chance to teach or re-teach a concept. A new chance to improve on something or do better than the day before. A new chance to show love to Heavenly Father's children. I wish I could have been absolutely perfect at these things, but life's about improving and progressing, right?

During this time, I also got to collaborate and become friends with other professionals. I'm grateful for the two patient 3rd grade teachers I worked with. They were so helpful to me and tried to make things as easy as possible for me in my first year of teaching. Leslie and Laurie both have so many wonderful talents and attributes. I will miss working with them. Lori, the school facilitator and my mentor, is amazing. She was so helpful to me, and she has such great ideas. I went downstairs to see her in her office a lot, and half of the time I did so because I enjoyed visiting with her. She has such a fun personality, and I miss seeing her on a daily basis. Basically, the students, their parents, and my co-workers unknowingly reinforced to me something that I already knew about myself. I love people.

Unfortunately, most of the hundreds of pictures I took this year are gone--preserved only in the end-of-the-year DVD I made. We won't dwell on that, though. I try not to think about it. Luckily my mom took some pictures. I'll share a few with you.








2. Graduating from BYU!



As I've written a novel already (I tend to do that...), I'll keep my BYU bit short and sweet. Here are two thoughts on the matter:

1) In the words of Julius Caesar: "Veni, vidi, vici"!
2) I LOVE BYU! :)

Laws of School, p. 183, 436

I'm at that point in the term when it seems there is more to do than can be done. Why does this happen every semester? I think it must be a school law or something that says, "We must overwhelm our students with a multitude of assignments and presentations at the end of each semester." Whoever wrote that law really stinks...