Well, I promised that I would take the time this year to post those amusing student stories in my blog. We've only had two days of school so far and I can tell this has the makings of an amusing classroom of kids. On Friday, we shared the poem, "Get Out of Bed" from www.gigglepoetry.com. The gist of the poem is that the principal is faking being sick and doesn't want to go to school because everyone hates him. One of the lines has the phrase, "I'm sure I'm knocking at death's door." After we discussed the poem, I had the kids draw pictures of different events in the poem. Two of my boys, working together, drew death's door - on the front of a giant Wal-Mart - LOL. Just when you thought there was nothing else Wallyworld carried...I now know to look for Death's Door over in the hardware aisle- LOL.
The other amusing moment of the short week....A paper the kids did had the question if you could ask your teacher one question, what would it be?....The 2nd grader response to that is "Do you have a big butt?"
Today, at church, I received a Wal-Mart gift card as an appreciation gift for teaching Sunday School last year. After this week's amusing stories, I guess I'm supposed to haul my big butt over to Wal-Mart and see if I can purchase death's door for $10....
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Hodgepodge....
Farewell, Summer Vacation
Well, I'm finally going to get back to blogging. The time I was home the last few weeks of summer vacation was pretty boring and to be honest - I was lazy. I didn't want to think long enough to blog. All in all, it was a busy summer as I think back - trips to the NC mountains, NYC, Myrtle Beach, Charleston and Augusta. I've had lots of fun and my credit cards bills reflect it - note to self...stay away from shopping for a very long time.
Alarm Clocks
I went back to work this past week....teachers have crappy wake-up hours. The alarm clock at 5 AM is pure HELL!!! Of course, I have it set about a half hour earlier than I really need to get up - I need that half hour to join reality. Forget pay raises...I think I'd vote to get banker's hours so I could sleep later.
School
In case you weren't aware, teachers actually want to work when they show up for teacher workdays. At least, I actually did. Instead, my assistant and I walked into carpet chaos. Over the summer, the school was painted and re-carpeted with few exceptions. My classroom was slated to be a carpet exception due to lack of funds until my outgoing principal called the finance office and pushed them to find the money to recarpet my classroom since it was coming up in places and posed a safety hazard. They came through, but it meant the carpet for my classroom was ordered separately and not installed before teachers came to work. Sharon and I spent 3 teacher workdays not able to do anything other than organize a closet while waiting for the carpet installers to arrive. Why we even worked, I don't have a clue...we didn't get much of anything done until Thursday at 3. On the flip side, we have the most organized closet in the school.....
Gas Pump Idiots
Yesterday, I was out running errands...and since I was near the gas station with the cheapest prices in town - and with prices where they are now, you have to save every penny you can - I stopped in. First, I pull up behind someone at a pump who is having a conversation with someone who walked over from another pump. Now, people are waiting in line to use the pumps, and these two fools are chattering away. Finally, the guy turns around and puts the nozzle in his hand into his car's gas tank and I spot that orange "pump out of service" bag on the nozzle. First he's slowing people down by chatting, then you see he's an idiot trying to use a broken pump and to top it all off, because he had been holding the damn nozzle out of my line of sight, I now I have to move to another pump line and start the turn waiting all over again. So, I back up, move over a few pumps to where a teen is trying to put gas in the car for her mother. The key word here is TRYING I soon realize. No where in town lets a person get gas without paying first or putting that credit card in the pump. This kid can't get the pump to work....because she hasn't done a thing about paying. Her mother is sitting in the driver's seat talking to the other passenger in the car and is oblivious to the difficulties her kid is having. I think the child had never pumped gas before - Hello, parent - get up off your lazy butt and get out and show the kid how to do this! Finally, the child - realizing her mother isn't going to help her, hits the call button to ask the clerk for help. The clerk tells her she needs to put money in the pump and the kid finally knocks on the window of the car and her mother hands her cash to put in the pumps dollar bill receiver. Now, considering my luck so far at the gas pump this day...The bills are full of folds and the kid has to spend 2 more minutes straightening the things out to get the machine to take them. Finally, she gets the car gassed and they leave - I get my gas and then encounter the line to get out of the parking lot....It was Gas Station Hell....Wish I had one of those contraptions that turns trash into fuel like Doc in "Back to the Future" had. I could come up with garbage easier and never have to endure Gas Station Hell again.
Well, I'm finally going to get back to blogging. The time I was home the last few weeks of summer vacation was pretty boring and to be honest - I was lazy. I didn't want to think long enough to blog. All in all, it was a busy summer as I think back - trips to the NC mountains, NYC, Myrtle Beach, Charleston and Augusta. I've had lots of fun and my credit cards bills reflect it - note to self...stay away from shopping for a very long time.
Alarm Clocks
I went back to work this past week....teachers have crappy wake-up hours. The alarm clock at 5 AM is pure HELL!!! Of course, I have it set about a half hour earlier than I really need to get up - I need that half hour to join reality. Forget pay raises...I think I'd vote to get banker's hours so I could sleep later.
School
In case you weren't aware, teachers actually want to work when they show up for teacher workdays. At least, I actually did. Instead, my assistant and I walked into carpet chaos. Over the summer, the school was painted and re-carpeted with few exceptions. My classroom was slated to be a carpet exception due to lack of funds until my outgoing principal called the finance office and pushed them to find the money to recarpet my classroom since it was coming up in places and posed a safety hazard. They came through, but it meant the carpet for my classroom was ordered separately and not installed before teachers came to work. Sharon and I spent 3 teacher workdays not able to do anything other than organize a closet while waiting for the carpet installers to arrive. Why we even worked, I don't have a clue...we didn't get much of anything done until Thursday at 3. On the flip side, we have the most organized closet in the school.....
Gas Pump Idiots
Yesterday, I was out running errands...and since I was near the gas station with the cheapest prices in town - and with prices where they are now, you have to save every penny you can - I stopped in. First, I pull up behind someone at a pump who is having a conversation with someone who walked over from another pump. Now, people are waiting in line to use the pumps, and these two fools are chattering away. Finally, the guy turns around and puts the nozzle in his hand into his car's gas tank and I spot that orange "pump out of service" bag on the nozzle. First he's slowing people down by chatting, then you see he's an idiot trying to use a broken pump and to top it all off, because he had been holding the damn nozzle out of my line of sight, I now I have to move to another pump line and start the turn waiting all over again. So, I back up, move over a few pumps to where a teen is trying to put gas in the car for her mother. The key word here is TRYING I soon realize. No where in town lets a person get gas without paying first or putting that credit card in the pump. This kid can't get the pump to work....because she hasn't done a thing about paying. Her mother is sitting in the driver's seat talking to the other passenger in the car and is oblivious to the difficulties her kid is having. I think the child had never pumped gas before - Hello, parent - get up off your lazy butt and get out and show the kid how to do this! Finally, the child - realizing her mother isn't going to help her, hits the call button to ask the clerk for help. The clerk tells her she needs to put money in the pump and the kid finally knocks on the window of the car and her mother hands her cash to put in the pumps dollar bill receiver. Now, considering my luck so far at the gas pump this day...The bills are full of folds and the kid has to spend 2 more minutes straightening the things out to get the machine to take them. Finally, she gets the car gassed and they leave - I get my gas and then encounter the line to get out of the parking lot....It was Gas Station Hell....Wish I had one of those contraptions that turns trash into fuel like Doc in "Back to the Future" had. I could come up with garbage easier and never have to endure Gas Station Hell again.
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