I don't usually make these types of things, but this idea lodged itself in my head a few weeks ago and I just couldn't resist.
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Sunday, April 1, 2012
Good - but Not All That Good - Byes
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My dearest friends and fellow Bloggers,
I’ve reached a moment in my blogging career when I have come to the realization that this is a medium that it is finally time to leave behind. This isn’t a sudden decision, but one I’ve been mulling over for quite a while—this is probably due to the amount of time blogging consumes in a week; when I stopped and thought about just how much time I spend writing, I finally came to the conclusion that it would be best to stop blogging altogether.
Granted, things like Weekly Kodachrome and Moments with Joey will be hard to leave behind, but when I’ve thought about the things in my life that should be more of a priority, I was again reminded that it’s finally time to let some things go.
I wanted to thank those of you who’ve been reading over the years, for supporting me, and also for the comments and interactions we’ve had with each other. I’ve made some great friends during this haul, and I hope that those of us who’ve connected can continue to do so in the future.
In upcoming days I may still stop by your blogs on occasion, but for the time being, I’m just going to put it all on hold.
Take care my friends, it’s been a fun ride.
Yours sincerely,
Teachinfourth
I’ve reached a moment in my blogging career when I have come to the realization that this is a medium that it is finally time to leave behind. This isn’t a sudden decision, but one I’ve been mulling over for quite a while—this is probably due to the amount of time blogging consumes in a week; when I stopped and thought about just how much time I spend writing, I finally came to the conclusion that it would be best to stop blogging altogether.
Granted, things like Weekly Kodachrome and Moments with Joey will be hard to leave behind, but when I’ve thought about the things in my life that should be more of a priority, I was again reminded that it’s finally time to let some things go.
I wanted to thank those of you who’ve been reading over the years, for supporting me, and also for the comments and interactions we’ve had with each other. I’ve made some great friends during this haul, and I hope that those of us who’ve connected can continue to do so in the future.
In upcoming days I may still stop by your blogs on occasion, but for the time being, I’m just going to put it all on hold.
Take care my friends, it’s been a fun ride.
Yours sincerely,
Teachinfourth
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Sunday, November 6, 2011
Rites of Passage. AKA: The WoMAN Voice
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I finally did it—even after years of careful listening—I mistook my friend’s 11 year-old son for his mother.
I firmly believe that a milestone in life has been reached when a pubescent boy experiences a stretching of limbs, facial features, and vocal chords—making him sound akin to a grown-up woman—not too dissimilar to an adult Michael Jackson.
“Hey *Becky, how’s it going?”
“This isn’t Becky, this is her son, *Joey.”
Verbal Faux pas.
I felt instantaneously terrible for what I’d done; I quickly began to backpedal, talking about how I couldn’t hear properly because the stereo was up far too loud, my windows were down, passing traffic was flying by in the opposite lane, a sonic boom had just thundered down from the heavens, the air-raid sirens had suddenly started blaring signifying a nuclear fallout, and aliens had stolen my eardrums and replaced them with cotton swabs.
As I apologized I though back to the days of my own mom-voiceness, and the numerous callers that would mistake me for my mom. This started to happen so frequently that there came a point where I either wouldn’t answer the phone, or would intentionally lower my voice several octaves so that there would be no way on heaven or Earth that I could be mistaken for her.
It usually didn’t work.
In fact, I can remember one day when I was so sick and tired of saying, “This isn’t her; this is her son,” that I decided to simply roll with it. I carried on a complete conversation with a salesman who was trying to get us to switch our life insurance playing the part of my mother.
I was amazing.
Luckily, this awkward period quickly passed, and I was never mistaken as my mother again.
I arrived back at the present.
“So anyhow, that’s how come I couldn’t tell it was you.”
“Oh, that’s okay…” he responded with a trailed off voice.
I just couldn’t bear to tell him that he did sound like a woman on the phone.
However, maybe I should have. After all, it is a rite of passage…
*These are not their real names; I wanted to protect the identity of both Stephanie and Tanner.
I originally 'aired' this post at Four Perspectives.
Photo shamelessly pilfered from here: http://www.topnotchparents.com
I finally did it—even after years of careful listening—I mistook my friend’s 11 year-old son for his mother.
I firmly believe that a milestone in life has been reached when a pubescent boy experiences a stretching of limbs, facial features, and vocal chords—making him sound akin to a grown-up woman—not too dissimilar to an adult Michael Jackson.
“Hey *Becky, how’s it going?”
“This isn’t Becky, this is her son, *Joey.”
Verbal Faux pas.
I felt instantaneously terrible for what I’d done; I quickly began to backpedal, talking about how I couldn’t hear properly because the stereo was up far too loud, my windows were down, passing traffic was flying by in the opposite lane, a sonic boom had just thundered down from the heavens, the air-raid sirens had suddenly started blaring signifying a nuclear fallout, and aliens had stolen my eardrums and replaced them with cotton swabs.
As I apologized I though back to the days of my own mom-voiceness, and the numerous callers that would mistake me for my mom. This started to happen so frequently that there came a point where I either wouldn’t answer the phone, or would intentionally lower my voice several octaves so that there would be no way on heaven or Earth that I could be mistaken for her.
It usually didn’t work.
In fact, I can remember one day when I was so sick and tired of saying, “This isn’t her; this is her son,” that I decided to simply roll with it. I carried on a complete conversation with a salesman who was trying to get us to switch our life insurance playing the part of my mother.
I was amazing.
Luckily, this awkward period quickly passed, and I was never mistaken as my mother again.
I arrived back at the present.
“So anyhow, that’s how come I couldn’t tell it was you.”
“Oh, that’s okay…” he responded with a trailed off voice.
I just couldn’t bear to tell him that he did sound like a woman on the phone.
However, maybe I should have. After all, it is a rite of passage…
*These are not their real names; I wanted to protect the identity of both Stephanie and Tanner.
I originally 'aired' this post at Four Perspectives.
Photo shamelessly pilfered from here: http://www.topnotchparents.com
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Visitor - Oddities, Grims, & Bangles...Oh, My!
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I was in the midst of teaching my fifth grade class about the proper way of going about presenting literature responses when the visitor arrived, pushing her way through the classroom door, amid a spangled array of baubles and bangles. She stood for a moment, blinking from behind her thick spectacles and wild tangles of disarrayed hair.
I at first assumed that she was a parent who’d come in for her child’s birthday and the student had failed to inform me of this paltry little detail, so I stepped aside and allowed her the opportunity to present the class with her child’s treats; however, it didn’t take me long to realize that this was not the case whatsoever.
The visitor soon began to utter with ethereal-like tones as she beckoned the students toward the floor in front of her, and commenced to make predictions of the future, mutter incantations, and gabble on and on about something called a grim as she gazed at the ‘portents’ of the leftover dregs of her afternoon coffee break.
The class decided that it was best to humor her; they were polite, answered her questions, and were even willing to nod in agreement at some of her pronouncements of being late and other forecasts that nobody could ever know about occurring.
I snapped a photo or two of this crazy lady to send down to the principal in the event that she were an escaped lunatic or something from the local nut factory. I can only assume so, and I was glad that none of my students were harmed as she whipped her shawls about her and made a dramatic exit out the door, muttering time and time again that my class needed to protect me that crazy grim-thing…
Heavens, I can only wonder why my classroom seems to be a magnet for these types; after all, this isn’t the first time that an occurrence like this has taken place. Why only last year there was some gal by the name of Stargirl who wandered into my classroom, and the year before we were exposed to a truly horrific woman by the name of Spiker. Perhaps even more odd was my first year at this new school when we met a woman I'll simply call Donna because the name she went by was far too long to try to write.
I have only one thing to conclude…my classroom is most certainly becoming flypaper for freaks.
Now I just wish I could get rid of this big, mangy dog that keeps following me everywhere I go…I think it’s a stray.
I was in the midst of teaching my fifth grade class about the proper way of going about presenting literature responses when the visitor arrived, pushing her way through the classroom door, amid a spangled array of baubles and bangles. She stood for a moment, blinking from behind her thick spectacles and wild tangles of disarrayed hair.
I at first assumed that she was a parent who’d come in for her child’s birthday and the student had failed to inform me of this paltry little detail, so I stepped aside and allowed her the opportunity to present the class with her child’s treats; however, it didn’t take me long to realize that this was not the case whatsoever.
The visitor soon began to utter with ethereal-like tones as she beckoned the students toward the floor in front of her, and commenced to make predictions of the future, mutter incantations, and gabble on and on about something called a grim as she gazed at the ‘portents’ of the leftover dregs of her afternoon coffee break.
The class decided that it was best to humor her; they were polite, answered her questions, and were even willing to nod in agreement at some of her pronouncements of being late and other forecasts that nobody could ever know about occurring.
I snapped a photo or two of this crazy lady to send down to the principal in the event that she were an escaped lunatic or something from the local nut factory. I can only assume so, and I was glad that none of my students were harmed as she whipped her shawls about her and made a dramatic exit out the door, muttering time and time again that my class needed to protect me that crazy grim-thing…
Heavens, I can only wonder why my classroom seems to be a magnet for these types; after all, this isn’t the first time that an occurrence like this has taken place. Why only last year there was some gal by the name of Stargirl who wandered into my classroom, and the year before we were exposed to a truly horrific woman by the name of Spiker. Perhaps even more odd was my first year at this new school when we met a woman I'll simply call Donna because the name she went by was far too long to try to write.
I have only one thing to conclude…my classroom is most certainly becoming flypaper for freaks.
Now I just wish I could get rid of this big, mangy dog that keeps following me everywhere I go…I think it’s a stray.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
It Makes no Sensa to Me
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I was checking my email the other day when I noticed the ad on the sidebar. Usually I ignore these things…after all, it seems that we’re inundated with the petitions to buy this, that, or the other—those things that we never knew before existed, but upon learning about them, we now know that we’ll not be able to go another day living without said item simply because.
Or so they say…
Yeah, you know these ads.
This particular advertisement caught my eye simply because my currently petty goal in life is to lose about 4 more lbs. before my students return to the classroom in another eight days.
So I paused to read over the information.
I glanced at the image of the ripped African-American on the sidebar, his skin glistening with an incandescent sheen and abs you probably couldn’t even crack with a sledgehammer. His arms looked like something akin to the branches of an Oak tree. Wow, and all this from Sensa?
I could be African?
Glistening like a sun-ridden vampire?
Six-Packian like Dr. Pepper?
Rippian?
All with no drugs?
No pills?
No Frills, furbelows, or accompaniments?
No stimulants?
I could still eat like a total pig and lose weight, gaining muscle and looking like something having just descended from the jagged, cloud-topped peaks of Mount Olympus?
Man, where do I sign up?
I awoke from my daydream and thought about that abdominal workout that seemed to be pretty popular a few years ago—the one where you just had to hook up the small electrodes to your stomach and chest and in just a few weeks, PRESTO! You’d be toned, trim, and ripped like never before without ever leaving your couch and by doing nothing but watching television and eating boxfuls of Krispe Kremes slathered in barbecue sauce and bear lard (see again, photo of toned African-American male).
I laughed as I thought over this and even Googled the ‘magic’ remedy of Sensa to discover that it’s really all about magic…just like James’ magic crystals from James and the Giant Peach. You see, all you have to do is sprinkle a dusting of magic powder over your meals that enchantingly makes you believe that you’re full, and you lose weight because of—get this—the smell.
Not even Hogwarts has something this outlandish.
I started laughing as I closed the browser window, copied the image for the ad, and started to write this post; I was thinking the whole time of how wrong they really have it…the ‘magic’ remedy for weight loss—or so it seems to me—is the usual: eat fewer calories and get a bit more exercise. For the most part, this seems to work the best for me, and it will probably be the weight loss program I’ll stick with…after all, it’s worked before.
However, should anyone know of a magic dust that transforms flab to abs, and melts away the inches with zero effort whatsoever on my part, then I hope you’ll pass this choice little tidbit of information my way because you better believe that I’d be all ears.
Now if you’ll excuse me, my elliptical machine and I have an appointment.
Oh, and as for that toned African-American-with-the-skin-glistening-with-that-incandescent-vampirian-sheen-and-abs-like-concrete-awesomeness? Yeah, he has no legs...they didn’t mention THAT little side-effect in the AD did they? Maybe Sensa’s really not the wonder drug for me...
Or so they say…
Yeah, you know these ads.
This particular advertisement caught my eye simply because my currently petty goal in life is to lose about 4 more lbs. before my students return to the classroom in another eight days.
So I paused to read over the information.
I glanced at the image of the ripped African-American on the sidebar, his skin glistening with an incandescent sheen and abs you probably couldn’t even crack with a sledgehammer. His arms looked like something akin to the branches of an Oak tree. Wow, and all this from Sensa?
Glistening like a sun-ridden vampire?
Six-Packian like Dr. Pepper?
Rippian?
All with no drugs?
No pills?
No Frills, furbelows, or accompaniments?
No stimulants?
I could still eat like a total pig and lose weight, gaining muscle and looking like something having just descended from the jagged, cloud-topped peaks of Mount Olympus?
Man, where do I sign up?
I awoke from my daydream and thought about that abdominal workout that seemed to be pretty popular a few years ago—the one where you just had to hook up the small electrodes to your stomach and chest and in just a few weeks, PRESTO! You’d be toned, trim, and ripped like never before without ever leaving your couch and by doing nothing but watching television and eating boxfuls of Krispe Kremes slathered in barbecue sauce and bear lard (see again, photo of toned African-American male).
I laughed as I thought over this and even Googled the ‘magic’ remedy of Sensa to discover that it’s really all about magic…just like James’ magic crystals from James and the Giant Peach. You see, all you have to do is sprinkle a dusting of magic powder over your meals that enchantingly makes you believe that you’re full, and you lose weight because of—get this—the smell.
Not even Hogwarts has something this outlandish.
I started laughing as I closed the browser window, copied the image for the ad, and started to write this post; I was thinking the whole time of how wrong they really have it…the ‘magic’ remedy for weight loss—or so it seems to me—is the usual: eat fewer calories and get a bit more exercise. For the most part, this seems to work the best for me, and it will probably be the weight loss program I’ll stick with…after all, it’s worked before.
However, should anyone know of a magic dust that transforms flab to abs, and melts away the inches with zero effort whatsoever on my part, then I hope you’ll pass this choice little tidbit of information my way because you better believe that I’d be all ears.
Now if you’ll excuse me, my elliptical machine and I have an appointment.
Oh, and as for that toned African-American-with-the-skin-glistening-with-that-incandescent-vampirian-sheen-and-abs-like-concrete-awesomeness? Yeah, he has no legs...they didn’t mention THAT little side-effect in the AD did they? Maybe Sensa’s really not the wonder drug for me...
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Wednesday, July 27, 2011
This is the Place Heritage Park
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While Trent and I were in Utah last week we went to - This Is The Place Heritage Park.
It was so much fun. I haven't been there since Trent was just a baby, and, of course, he doesn't remember it so I really wanted to take him there.
There is so much more there now than there was just a few years ago - a really fun, interactive village.
Sidenote: It is located on Sunnyside drive in SLC right across the street from the Hogle Zoo and WAYYYYYY too close to U of U territory for Trent and I! We passed through campus and shot at the Utah signs with our "finger guns" as we drove along - Ha Ha!!!
What a goofball!
We loved looking at all the old homes. It was fun to have the people dressed up.
When we stopped at the barbershop he told us he had went to school and could cut hair or perhaps pull a tooth if we liked. We no likey!
I adored seeing all the wash on the line - although I am glad for my dryer.
Trent especially loved the animals. We spent alot of time with them.
There was an indian village where we explored different indian dwellings and he made an arrowhead necklace.
The hospital was fascinating with it's old fashioned tools like a hack saw - Ouch!
Also, it's rows of beds with quilts.
We stopped into the schoolhouse where Trent wrote his name on a slate and then with other children they stood and recited multiplication facts.
When the teacher discovered that Trent had forgotten his homework he had to sit in the front of the class with a Dunce cap on.
He said he would never forget it again!
A prospector named Digger allowed Trent to pan for gold on his land. Trent found quite a few nuggets which he was required to turn over to Digger, but Digger was a fair man and let Trent take home a few as pay for his work.
I love being able to spend one on one time with Trent and not being in a rush so he can enjoy some of the things he wants to do. It was a good day!
I know I promised never to do this again, Cherie...and this will be the last time...really; this time I REALLY mean it...
It was so much fun. I haven't been there since Trent was just a baby, and, of course, he doesn't remember it so I really wanted to take him there.
There is so much more there now than there was just a few years ago - a really fun, interactive village.
Sidenote: It is located on Sunnyside drive in SLC right across the street from the Hogle Zoo and WAYYYYYY too close to U of U territory for Trent and I! We passed through campus and shot at the Utah signs with our "finger guns" as we drove along - Ha Ha!!!
What a goofball!
We loved looking at all the old homes. It was fun to have the people dressed up.
When we stopped at the barbershop he told us he had went to school and could cut hair or perhaps pull a tooth if we liked. We no likey!
I adored seeing all the wash on the line - although I am glad for my dryer.
Trent especially loved the animals. We spent alot of time with them.
There was an indian village where we explored different indian dwellings and he made an arrowhead necklace.
The hospital was fascinating with it's old fashioned tools like a hack saw - Ouch!
Also, it's rows of beds with quilts.
We stopped into the schoolhouse where Trent wrote his name on a slate and then with other children they stood and recited multiplication facts.
When the teacher discovered that Trent had forgotten his homework he had to sit in the front of the class with a Dunce cap on.
He said he would never forget it again!
A prospector named Digger allowed Trent to pan for gold on his land. Trent found quite a few nuggets which he was required to turn over to Digger, but Digger was a fair man and let Trent take home a few as pay for his work.
I love being able to spend one on one time with Trent and not being in a rush so he can enjoy some of the things he wants to do. It was a good day!
I know I promised never to do this again, Cherie...and this will be the last time...really; this time I REALLY mean it...
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Media of the Week - The Beating of My Heart
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There comes a time in each and every one of our lives when we find ourselves eating our words.
For me, that day is today.
I’m sure you remember – a year or two ago – when I talked about chick flicks. Heck, I even went on to write a post about them over at Four Perspectives, talking about…let me see, how did I put it? Well, I think I told some of my friends that I’d rather gargle shards of broken glass - or something along those lines.
Well, today is the day I find myself taking back everything I ever said about chick flicks. You see, today is the day I was at the theatre and saw the trailer for The Beating of My Heart.
I have tried several times to put into words how I felt watching this at the theatre today, but to be honest…words just can’t do it justice. I nearly broke into tears at time code :38 when one of my favorite songs in the world came on, too.
With this I share with you today’s Media of the Week…a bit more serious than some of the past. I hope it touches you as much as it touched me.
Oh, and just so you know...I posted today over at Four Perspectives.
P.S. You probably realize that the poster and movie title both are fakes, btw. But I can't wait to see this movie...
For me, that day is today.
I’m sure you remember – a year or two ago – when I talked about chick flicks. Heck, I even went on to write a post about them over at Four Perspectives, talking about…let me see, how did I put it? Well, I think I told some of my friends that I’d rather gargle shards of broken glass - or something along those lines.
Well, today is the day I find myself taking back everything I ever said about chick flicks. You see, today is the day I was at the theatre and saw the trailer for The Beating of My Heart.
I have tried several times to put into words how I felt watching this at the theatre today, but to be honest…words just can’t do it justice. I nearly broke into tears at time code :38 when one of my favorite songs in the world came on, too.
With this I share with you today’s Media of the Week…a bit more serious than some of the past. I hope it touches you as much as it touched me.
Oh, and just so you know...I posted today over at Four Perspectives.
P.S. You probably realize that the poster and movie title both are fakes, btw. But I can't wait to see this movie...
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Messages from the Future
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I was sitting in the kitchen, getting ready to enjoy a quiet dinner, when I heard a strange sound coming from the living room. Thinking of gremlins, prowlers, and other things that go bump in the night, I went to investigate and was surprised to find my printer whirring as it woke itself up from sleep mode. Something was going on; something strange was happening.
But I hadn’t printed anything.
And yet, as I stood there, a document was emerging from the printing tray.
I cautiously leaned over and took the sheet of paper from the out-tray, feeling the heat soak into my fingers as I gazed at the letterhead - which was oddly addressed to me.
What the heck?
Well, one should always listen to their future self, right? After all, they probably know exactly what they’re talking about.
I also took the copy of Toy Story 3 over to my neighbor – with whom I share a wireless network. Funny though, he wasn’t at all surprised that I was bringing it over. I can only assume that I must have faxed him from the future as well…
Man, but I’m considerate.
But I hadn’t printed anything.
And yet, as I stood there, a document was emerging from the printing tray.
I cautiously leaned over and took the sheet of paper from the out-tray, feeling the heat soak into my fingers as I gazed at the letterhead - which was oddly addressed to me.
What the heck?
Well, one should always listen to their future self, right? After all, they probably know exactly what they’re talking about.
I also took the copy of Toy Story 3 over to my neighbor – with whom I share a wireless network. Funny though, he wasn’t at all surprised that I was bringing it over. I can only assume that I must have faxed him from the future as well…
Man, but I’m considerate.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
It’s Finally Over
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She was the music of my life, and after what I thought was a beautiful three-year relationship, it abruptly ended.
There was no notice whatsoever; there was no forewarning. In fact, one moment she was there, nestled close and the next she was gone. After all of our good times together, it was like awakening from bad dream.
I panicked.
I searched frantically high and low, retracing my steps and the places we’d just been, but she was nowhere in sight. I even checked at the police station, but it was no avail.
She was missing.
The sergeant on duty informed me that in cases like this, the outlook usually isn’t good. I was recommended to simply forget ever finding her again and simply moving on.
My home was silent.
My life seemed strangely empty.
I decided that it was finally time that I move on, so I checked into one of those online sites.
You know the type…
I perused the profiles long into the night before finally making a decision.
She is being sent from China as we speak.
She will be here in a week.
There was no notice whatsoever; there was no forewarning. In fact, one moment she was there, nestled close and the next she was gone. After all of our good times together, it was like awakening from bad dream.
I panicked.
I searched frantically high and low, retracing my steps and the places we’d just been, but she was nowhere in sight. I even checked at the police station, but it was no avail.
She was missing.
The sergeant on duty informed me that in cases like this, the outlook usually isn’t good. I was recommended to simply forget ever finding her again and simply moving on.
My home was silent.
My life seemed strangely empty.
I decided that it was finally time that I move on, so I checked into one of those online sites.
You know the type…
I perused the profiles long into the night before finally making a decision.
She is being sent from China as we speak.
She will be here in a week.
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The Email Chain
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It was about eight or nine months ago that I was introduced to this savvy little bit of comedic genius from David Thorne. It is told via email replies back and forth.
It made me laugh.
A lot.
Oh, and I don't like cats, either...
From: Shannon Walkley
It made me laugh.
A lot.
Oh, and I don't like cats, either...
From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.20am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Poster.
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Fever for the Bieber
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Today we were hit by a snowstorm. Teachers were late to school because of the adverse conditions. People were stuck on the sides of the road. My class had our Christmas party.
Needless to say, the festivities were festive, the excitement was exciting, and the drama was dramatic.
Gotta love 5th graders.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I really should have my blog be required reading for my class. Even after my dandy gifts post, I got more than my fair share of candy, tree ornaments, and knickknacks and paddy whacks. Sprinkled amongst them were a few fantastic gift cards, another homemade magnet – this one of a guitar to add to my ‘Z’ and iPod set from the same student (which I didn’t take a photo of, unfortunately, and I’m not driving back out to school to do so). I also got probably one of the most creative gifts this year…I’ll post a photo of it below.
I have to admit, this gift was pretty cool…
As school was starting, I had a certain girl in my class ask if I liked Justin Bieber. I won’t lie…there are a few songs sung by this teen sensation which have me tapping my feet, and even singing along with on the radio. Heck, I even learned to play “Baby” on the guitar—mostly as a joke, but also because it would catapult me into the realms of awesomeness with my class.
Oh, it did.
Imagine 20+ students singing along as their teacher accompanies them on the guitar but nobody really knowing any of the words—only the chorus.
It. was. Bieberful.
“Sure, I like some of his music…” I responded.
She smiled and held up my Christmas present with a flourish; a Justin Bieber poster…
I was touched. I was moved. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond.
“Wow, Justin Bieber!” Joey said with shining eyes. “Can I have it?”
That would be a negatory there, Ghost Rider…
I’m still trying to decide what to do with it. Another teacher said that I definitely needed to put it in my classroom. I’m thinking of perhaps adding the following message…
I’ll have to let you know.
I'm pretty sure that I’ve got the fever…Mr. Z-ber.
Oh, and just for fun:
Needless to say, the festivities were festive, the excitement was exciting, and the drama was dramatic.
Gotta love 5th graders.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I really should have my blog be required reading for my class. Even after my dandy gifts post, I got more than my fair share of candy, tree ornaments, and knickknacks and paddy whacks. Sprinkled amongst them were a few fantastic gift cards, another homemade magnet – this one of a guitar to add to my ‘Z’ and iPod set from the same student (which I didn’t take a photo of, unfortunately, and I’m not driving back out to school to do so). I also got probably one of the most creative gifts this year…I’ll post a photo of it below.
I have to admit, this gift was pretty cool…
As school was starting, I had a certain girl in my class ask if I liked Justin Bieber. I won’t lie…there are a few songs sung by this teen sensation which have me tapping my feet, and even singing along with on the radio. Heck, I even learned to play “Baby” on the guitar—mostly as a joke, but also because it would catapult me into the realms of awesomeness with my class.
Oh, it did.
Imagine 20+ students singing along as their teacher accompanies them on the guitar but nobody really knowing any of the words—only the chorus.
It. was. Bieberful.
“Sure, I like some of his music…” I responded.
She smiled and held up my Christmas present with a flourish; a Justin Bieber poster…
I was touched. I was moved. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond.
“Wow, Justin Bieber!” Joey said with shining eyes. “Can I have it?”
That would be a negatory there, Ghost Rider…
I’m still trying to decide what to do with it. Another teacher said that I definitely needed to put it in my classroom. I’m thinking of perhaps adding the following message…
I’ll have to let you know.
I'm pretty sure that I’ve got the fever…Mr. Z-ber.
Oh, and just for fun:
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Why Didn't I Think of That?
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There have been moments in my life when I’ve wished that I’d had a particular idea, written a certain song, or come up with some brilliant way of writing something.
Yeah, don’t we all?
I was chatting with my brother recently, and we started talking about something we both had seen quite a while ago, but both thought was simply brilliant…enough so that we both wished WE’D have thought of it.
I know that many of you have probably seen this before, but I thought it was worth yet another look.
This was originally thought up by Andrew McDonald and is all about making sure that your lost camera can be speedily returned.
In word: Brilliant.
And I also hate him for thinking of this idea before I did...
And why couldn't I have written this while I was at it?
Yeah, don’t we all?
I was chatting with my brother recently, and we started talking about something we both had seen quite a while ago, but both thought was simply brilliant…enough so that we both wished WE’D have thought of it.
I know that many of you have probably seen this before, but I thought it was worth yet another look.
This was originally thought up by Andrew McDonald and is all about making sure that your lost camera can be speedily returned.
In word: Brilliant.
And I also hate him for thinking of this idea before I did...
And why couldn't I have written this while I was at it?
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