- Made my very first student cry and scream obscenities at me
- Gotten autographs from Q and Big Dane from West Coast Customs, to be posted in my classroom
- Watched an hour of the Olympics while stretching, cycling, and stretching at the gym (moguls = kickass)
- Gotten three hours of sleep one night, followed by twelve the next
- Given the "Come to Jesus" talk to the ESL class that told me they didn't do their one page of reading for homework because their other classes are all more important for getting into college
- Subsisted on an almost entirely cheese-based diet
- Decided that if no one else wants to be lead teacher for the new Beginners' Academy I will likely be moved to on A track, I will step up
- Realized that I am no longer a "new teacher" by my school's standards, and am fast-becoming a veteran
- Gotten and gotten over a cold
- Seen the Watts towers
- Spent three hours sitting at the cafe sketching
- Had a spontaneous crying fit
- Gone out with credentialing colleaguges until 6am
- Gotten a student in a headlock
- And on and on and on.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
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haha i beat you!! Last saturday i made TWO students cry!! although i didnt have to put anybody in a headlock.
you got autographs from the guys from west coast customs? whoa...cool...
I totally wish I could have seen you put a kid in a headlock. I also wish I could teleport you back to my high school when I attended it, but that would require sending you to be in Cowtown for an extended period of time, and I couldn't do that to you.
I have department gossip for you! A certain female major advisor and keeper of graduation tickets is rumored to be retiring..........And GSI Anne had a baby!
I'm pretty sure I've been in a patented Jasmine head-lock before...it's not fun. The only way out is biting down...hard on whatever you can. Then you get beaten, but at least your head is free...thats what really matters in the long run...a free head...
cheese-based diets roxxors, try seriously eating nothing but cheese and a vitamin for like 3 days straight, I promise you will have endless amounts of energy
my verify word is byoajja
bring your own ajja?
I definitely have been in a Jasmine headlock, although I was able to break free and eventually kick her ass.
I've also made kids cry. Once I made a really tough guy cry because he claimed he didn't have enough time to study for a vocabulary test. I ended up giving him an extra ten minutes.
In general, the crying has very little to do with me. I'm just the point where things boil over. Same goes for other forms of unpredictable and strange behavior.
i'm feeling left out. i've never been in a patented jasmine headlock.
though i've seen them.
awesome.
Headlock: The kid in question is my buddy - I would never headlock somebody who wasn't - and he's (perhaps unsurprisingly) one-half of the soccer irony lesson duo. He's actually very mature for a 9th grader, but he can lapse into silliness, and when that happens, I have to go all BAMN to subdue him. Have you ever seen that movie Flubber? I haven't, but I remember previews with a bunch of green goo flying around the room and bouncing off people and breaking everything in sight. That's him. For example, I sit on desks so I can observe the whole class as I talk to a smaller group of students. Once, while my observer was there, he climbed up and stood an a desk and started bouncing up and down crowing, "I'm the Miss! I'm on the desk! I'm the Miss!"
He also calls me "Miss With The Sweater" or "Miss In The Jacket," to which I always explain "My mother and father are not Mr. and Mrs. With The Sweater," to which he invariably retorts, "Yes, they are."
He was mellow on Friday though and he was walking around campus with me returning books and things. He told me that he got kicked out of his old high school when he moved to our neighborhood - a distance of maybe twenty blocks - and for seven months my school cited our enrollment cap, which we're about 1,400 students over anyway, and refused to let him in, telling him to "check back tomorrow." Finally his mother threatened to take it to the district, and he was in my class the next day. I wonder how the school plans to compensate him for robbing him of those seven months of his life.
Making kids cry: You're so right; I was the tipping point. She was copying someone's math homework in my class and I took her outside and tore it to shreds, and she went ballistic. But once she was done with the "Fuck you, I hate this fucking class" it was "I can do the work, I'm smarter than [the girl I was copying from,] I don't have time, I'm tired of failing." It breaks my heart - this girl is really smart but textbook illiterate, and people keep failing her because her "levels are low" instead of working with her and supporting her, just because her IEP is insufficient and doesn't require phonetic work and reading with her. A week after the crying we worked through her huge unit test together and she got an A, and then the screaming was like "You're the best teacher ever!" But she did the hard work, not me.
Cheese-based diet: As the AP students are fundraising with peanut M&Ms and See's toffee bars, it has exanded to a cheese-and-chocolate based diet. I am unstoppable.
West Coast: My friend May is doing a revision unit this month called "Pimp My Paragraph," and she got them to write that on her autograph. This rules more than anything I can possibly imagine in terms of investment: who doesn't want to do what Big Dane says? I was sad, though, that Ish wasn't there. That would have been approximately the greatest thing ever to happen on God's green earth.
Teleporting: I am OFF TRACK, yo. And that means I am not going anywhere, time machine or no.
"Pimp My Paragraph," = teh awesome
I'm definitely stealing the Pimp My Paragraph idea.
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