"Waiting for the clock to strike three - when it's three o'clock we'll be free."
See that? That's an empty classroom. An empty classroom that will remain empty until August 19th. What bliss is mine.
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"...and TOTALLY redeem yourself!!!" (that's supposed to sound like Harry Dunne)
Okay, so I feel guilty for being so mean about my students last week. Everybody has their days right? Well, Friday was mine. And although I like to make fun of my students for silly things like spelling errors (“theretining” = threatening) and a complete lack of motivation, I really do love them. I love those “light bulb moments” when a kid finally gets a concept and his whole countenance changes. He’s so proud of himself and I’m so proud of him. I love it when a girl really connects with the literature because she relates to a character. (This happens every spring with Helena in A Midsummer Night’s Dream .) I love it when my students pass the UBSCT. I love it when the rowdy boys make their computers talk, and I love that I have to pretend to be offended at the inappropriate robot-voice innuendo. I love watching my sophomores mature throughout the year. I love it when the boys and girls actually sit next to each other and have real conversations. (No flirting, no texting, really talkin...
Jaded.
I have this Teachers’ Phrase Stamp that I inherited from my desk’s previous owner. There are twelve phrases on the stamp, so I can be lazy and stamp instructions on my students’ papers like, “Very Good” or “Improving” or “Watch Punctuation” or “See Me”. But I never use it. It feels too impersonal. However, after grading term papers over the last couple of days, realizing that only a handful of my students actually did the project correctly (even though we’ve been working on it for two months), and losing all hope for America’s future, I’m considering getting my own phrase stamp made. Here are my twelve phrases: 1. What is wrong with you? 2. Repeat elementary school. 3. Why can’t you follow simple instructions? 4. At least you got your name right. 5. Who taught you how to spell? 6. Seriously!?? 7. So…I guess you’re staying in Payson forever, then? 8. Dumbass. 9. Hope you like hairnets. 10. I blame your parents. 11. Does this B.S. work with your other teachers? 12. You have now failed my...
Kaiya is fat.
...and I've never been more proud. She's 90th percentile in height, weight, and head size. At least she's proportionate.
Baby Einstein cleans my house.
Okay, maybe not literally. But I've definitely come to appreciate its hypnotic capabilities. Here are some photos from our trip to Vegas last weekend with the Bradfords. Obviously I had the camera. I'll say this much; I'm never staying on the strip again (...something about the Rio's new "Brazilian" pool tipped the scale). Can you tell how psyched Brad is to be carrying Kaiya around the outlet mall kangaroo-style? (Or how psyched he is to be at the outlet mall altogether?) And of course, Kaiya hated her first aquatic experience. But hello? How cute is her swimsuit?!