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31 marzo Have you ever...Have you ever craved
DIRT
when you were pregnant?
HM came home and asked me this one day
I was like, uh.... no.... sorry....
He said he had heard it from a lady he painted for
He said some women do
because they are low in certain minerals
So they will actually crave Dirt
Isn't that odd?
Then today
Out of the blue
With no prompting
One of my kids asked me the same question
He said his aunt
craved dirt when she was pregnant
And I was like, really... wow,
Well there you go
I have the answer actually... 28 marzo DreamsI've had the weirdest dreams lately
Anyone care to interpret?
First dream:
I was at my Aunt Gloria's house
Someone that I was reminded that I have not seen in a very long time
And who I miss
She is very much like my mom
Same smile, same hands,
Same laugh
Same eyes
And I always thought she was beautiful
Anyway, I am at my Aunt Gloria's house
And I don't remember what
But for most of the dream
I was running around with my cousins
Doing a variety of things
Finally, we were downstairs
And there were two other girls with me
Friends
And I mentioned to them that my teeth HURT!
Especially the front ones
felt like I had been punched in the mouth
I leaned closer to the mirror to examine them
And found that the front ones would move if I touched them
And upon closer examination
I found that one front tooth was only held on by a string
And as I looked at it,
It fell off in my hand!
I was horrified
And turned to tell them
Just as I felt something else in my mouth
And realize that ANOTHER one of my teeth
Had fallen out!
I ran up the stairs
To find my Aunt Gloria
And by the time I made it up the stairs
I was carrying a handful of teeth in either hand
And FREAKING out!
I found my Aunt Gloria
And she took me into the kitchen
Where I was still sputtering and crying
And spitting out teeth and bits of teeth
Wondering frantically what in the world ever went wrong
And that my beautiful teeth were ruined
And then I woke up.
Still feeling upset
Second dream:
I came home from work
To find that HM's whole family was over
As they happen to do at random
So our whole house was literally SWARMING
with relatives
The walls were painted a different color
Now they were a pink color
but the paint job was horrible
and so it was 1/2 done and kind streaky
then to the side there was this huge hole in the wall
And HM told me they had wanted to know what other colors the wall had been painted
And so they had drilled down to see
And it was amazing because it revealed
5-7 different colors
But I was confused that our walls seemed so thin
Yet the paint went back to far
As I was trying to figure this out
HM whisks me away to show me something else
He had given Dudey my plant
Which in real life I had just been worried about
Becuase it was being wilty
And after soaking it for awhile
It had revived
But HM had given my newly-revived plant
to Dudey because he said Dudey wanted to learn more about plants
Dudey had taken my plant
And planted it upside down in the pot
and put it in his bathroom
And spread dirt all over!
Then HM and I decided
That we were sick of being pregnant
So we just took Sadie out of my stomach
Because in the dream she was attached by velcro or something?
But we kept forgetting that we had her
That she was no longer "attached"
So we would be going somewhere
and then stop and go, oh ya... where is our baby anyway?
We found her in random places--under newspapers in the truck, upside down in piles of dirt, etc
Again, before I could be upset
I was whisked away to see something else
The whole dream was like that!
His family dug up the sides of the road by our house
To prevent people from parking illegally
So there were 5-ft deep ditches everywhere
Then they bought a pool
That they wanted to put in our backyard to replace our old one
But it was way too big
So they put it on the back of a semi
and rode around in it for awhile
I woke up feeling mad and frustrated.
Don't you hate those kind of dreams??? Interesting conversationsYou gotta love Fridays.
Fridays means I don't have to teach for two whole days
Instead I get to watch movies and read books with HM
Something I must say I enjoy a whole lot more
Don't get me wrong
I love my kids
I usually love teaching
And as far as a job
It's a pretty good one
Mostly I get to do what I want
I get to be organized as I need to be
Be creative
Be innovative
Even teach kids something they don't know
I know that parents out there are good
I know that some don't spend as much time as they should with their kids
But the point is
I get to spend a whole hour with their child
EVERY FREAKING DAY
Like it or not
So while I am not their parent
I feel like it at times
When I have to answer questions from them
At those crucial times in their little teenager lives
Where they start to realize that other people and things exist
BESIDES THEMSELVES
This is a momentous occasion for a teenager
And while it SHOULD be their parents who are there for them
Sometimes I happen to be the one who is instead
These are NOT always huge tramatic events mind you
Most of the time they are just simple questions
That obviously they never got answered
But never felt comfortable asking
Sometimes I ask myself:
Should I really be explaining this to a kid???
And my answer to myself is always the same, more or less:
Who else would you like to explain it to them?
So I do
And maybe someday a parent will call and be upset at me
But I try to always make it a private conversation
Me and the kid who asked the question
So it's not a huge class discussion about some inappropriate subject
But that can't always be avoided
But I try
Just making a quick list:
I've explained to a boy what "impotent" meant
it was one of the synonyms in their vocabulary packet
and the kid didn't know
I explained it in a very non-sexual way
I was proud of myself
And the kid seemed very relieved to know what it meant
He was one person I would have thought would have known, but didn't
Interesting.
I had a conversation with a kid
who said his "friend" was interested in taking Viagra
And were there any possible bad effects?
We had a talk about taking drugs for the purpose they were intended
And about how young kids shouldn't really have those kinds of problems
and if they did
(as i looked at him very honestly and sternly)
That was not something drugs was going to fix
And he shouldn't be playing around with things so young
Just enjoy life for what it was worth
And stop worrying!
He seemed to feel better :) Being pregnant doesn't help with my kids either
It seems there are questions every day
One of my 9th grade classes
Was very interested in how the sex of the baby is determined
We had a brief discussion about male and female sperm
And the chances of having a girl versus a boy
Interesting.
I've had conversations
again, private ones
With boys about how to know if their girlfriend was pregnant
Symptoms, time periods until you know,
Chances of getting pregnant at which times
interesting.
I've had conversations with my kids about drinking
And about smoking of course
And about parties and getting drunk
And making good choices
The other day my CAHSEE class was discussion what a
"Healthy Life Style" really was
We were talking about the Childhood Obesity issue in America
And I asked them how many of them thought they knew
How to live a "Healthy" life
About 1/2 said they did
The rest: NO
So we made a list
It's funny because at some times as a teacher
I get the feeling that certain people are paying a lot more attetion than others
I mean you always know that in general
But one girl in the back
I had the feeling that I REALLY REALLY had her attention
We made a list of things:
drink more water
exercise
eat well
don't eat so much candy
don't drink so much soda
And finally we got to things like:
Don't drink excessively
Don't do drugs
And the conversation was less of the usual "they are bad"
that I figure they usually get
But more along the question of:
If you were smart, and wanted to live a good life,
should you choose to do these things?
The girl in the back was listening very intently
Why would you not do these things?
What kinds of things could happen to you when you do these things?
Unplanned pregnancies
Drunk driving accidents
Death
Liver failure
Death to someone else and hence, life in prison
The girl in the back seemed to nod like it finally made sense
Then the talk was more geared towards
You have to make decisions to get what you want
if you want to have a good life, go to college
Travel, have a nice family, have a nice job
You really shouldn't do these things
They aren't good anyway, and you shouldn't do them because they are bad
But also you shouldn't do them because you should want more for your life
And doing those things could make your life go places you don't want to be
Interesting. 27 marzo AmenMy kids are doing research projects right now Such a joy Any English teacher knows this is a frustrating time What seem like simple concepts Really aren't that simple to high school kids Sometimes I feel like all my kids are braindead But then I remind myself that NOT ALL of them are Just a few that I have to make sure I don't focus on too much
The great thing is that sometimes I am reminded very clearly that I am not just talking into the air And that some of my kids do get it and are just as irritated as I am with the kids who don't (and who I wonder if they ever will)
The first part of our project was a poster about their topic My 9th graders are doing theirs on the Holocaust And some of them didn't even know what that was Much less any details So the day it was due My little student Erick comes up to me and tells me It burned up. It burned up? Oh really... how did that happen? Well, my brother and I were kinda fighting and the poster got burned up When did this happen? Sunday morning So don't you think you should have tried to fix it before it was due Monday? Well, it wasn't my fault it burned up. That doesn't matter, it was your assignment, you needed to have figured something out But my mom wouldn't take me to the store. You should have figured something out But it wasn't my fault. It burnt up. Well, it was your assignment and if you wanted credit, you should have figured something out.
This went on for what seemed hours: It's not my fault You should have done something. Until finally it ends with: Look, you can't turn it in anymore. You got a zero. It's too late.
He finally walked away and sat down Acting mad at me And told his woes to the kid next to him The kid, upon hearing his story, told him: LOL I wanted to hug that kid right then Erick looked shocked that the kid said that and was finally quiet about his "horrible problem" Today we were doing outlines Well not even really outlines, but brainstorms in a kinda outline form I felt like I was explaining how to breath And everyone was still confused it seemed Or so I thought Finally, after about 10 minutes of talking very simply and very slowly I said, okay, get started Everyone was quiet and started to work I saw one kid lean over to this other kid, Dillon I assume he asked him: What do we do???? Dillong promptly responded: DUDE! She only just explained how to this like 20 TIMES!!! Just write down three arguments on your paper!!! Bless you my child It was such a relief to hear I was not the only one who felt that way! At the end of 3rd quarter my kids turned in their portfolios This is a compilation of all the work they did that quarter Including all their essays They are allowed to make up any work and include it I tell them But if I find they copied a paper--especially from the internet They get a zero for the whole quarter So I am grading this kid's portfolio and has all these papers that are barely a page long and then one paper that is four pages long on Gang Violence So I look it up, and find the whole paper, word for word, at various sites So when the kid comes back I ask him to tell me about this paper He says his sister helped him with it Why can I find your paper word for word on the internet? I don't know, he tells me, I don't copy off the internet I researched it a little though Okay, so which parts of your paper are research and which is you? What do you mean? it's all me. You have to say which parts are your research Why? It's my paper. I don't copy off the internet. Okay, well you look at this paper for me And I'll read this one, you tell me if I get any words wrong a couple paragraphs later I ask: did I get any words wrong? No. Okay, that was the internet site, why is your paper the exact same? I don't know. I don't copy off the internet. Okay. *sigh* Here's the deal: I'm going to be nice and this is what we are going to do: you don't get credit for this paper, you get 50/700 for your essay score and your grade goes from the A you would have got, to a B. he was mad I was dumbfounded. He left acting mad and I wasn't sure what to make of it Stupid or just playing dumb? Mad that I was being mean? Or Mad that he got caught? Who knows. But unfortunately I got the feeling He really didn't understand why I was being so mean to him And why I would give him a B when he worked so hard for his A I'm so mean Sometimes I feel like the only smart person left in the world But thankfully, it is just an illusion Or at least I think it is...
26 marzo Easter and stuff
Happy Easter!!! Okay, so that's kinda late, but hey, still... The first day back from Spring Break, one of my kids tells me: My 9th graders (and my 11th graders for that matter) are doing research projects To start out, they did an informational poster about their topic I assigned them all kinds of topics about the Holocaust On the second day of Research Jasmine called me over and told me: Um, Mrs. IIIIIrrrisssssssssh, (whiny voice) You gave me the wrong TOPic! Oh really, I said, why do you say that? Wellllllllllll, YOU said this guy's name was Dr. Mengele Ya... And, (roll eyes), well, his name is actually JOSEF Mengele! Hmmm... now, you do realize that "DR" is not his FIRST NAME, right??? *snickers from people around her* She still looked kinda confused... but I think she got it in the end... We were over at HMs parents for our traditional Sunday dinner And of course Tigger and CR and L were there, and Keiran And I was talking to L about Tigger about how he was starting to learn his letters She was reading one of those letter books with him now And when they get to M, it has a picture of two monkeys Look, he tells her, there's Dudey! as he points to one monkey And there's Uncle Chad! he says, pointing to the other monkey. Nothing like learning to read! 18 marzo Donate RiceThis is a cool little site I thought I would share.
I got the link from a guy at work and it's kinda an English teacher geek thing I guess
but it's still cool.
Basically, it's a vocabulary test.
But for every word you get right, they donate 20 pieces of rice to World Hunger.
Who that entails? no clue.
But the test tells you your "vocab level"
and it builds your rice on a little bowl to the side
so you can see how much you have donated.
Try it, it's fun and very addictive once you get going Week #24 |
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