Howdy From Jefferson High School
So there is this secret little back room down a corridor in the library which is already up some stairs. It has maps, filing cabinets, overstuffed fabric chairs, books galore, a lonely looking window, and two computers. I call it the student teacher room, mostly because both me and Joel (another student teacher farther along in the program than I) seem to be here every day, third period. I really like this time cause Joel is quiet, so I can still get a lot done with him around. He has to be like the nicest dude to so he's good to talk too when the mood strikes us.
Today I came in and was like "Whoa Joel, guess what just happened"
He gives me a quizical look.
"I was walking in the hallway on my way here and this kid from my ninth grade class walked by me and said 'Hi, Ms. Robinson'. I didn't know what to do, I think I just looked at him for five minutes before waving as a response"
More quizical looks from Joel. "So?" he asked.
"Oh. See, I guess I'm still not use to my last name."
Joel smiled, getting it. "Ohh, yes. It is weird at first, you get use to it though"
It's homecoming week at Jeff, and I am fasinated because we never really had one at good ole Chaparral. Or if we did it completely escaped my attention. Jefferson is a really old school (founded 1922) and has a long deep connection to football (john madden was class of 54). On Friday there will be a rally, a parade, a game and then a dance. I felt like a high schooler again and thought "fucking shit a rally, damn it." But then Joel told me that Jefferson rallies kick total ass. The last one he went to had a famous rap group there. So I'm going to go to it tomorrow. On purpose. Brad Hunt would be so disappointed in me.
Well the bell is going to ring soon and I still have to figure out what I am going to tell my ninth grade class about their papers. Catch you all on the flip side yo.
Today I came in and was like "Whoa Joel, guess what just happened"
He gives me a quizical look.
"I was walking in the hallway on my way here and this kid from my ninth grade class walked by me and said 'Hi, Ms. Robinson'. I didn't know what to do, I think I just looked at him for five minutes before waving as a response"
More quizical looks from Joel. "So?" he asked.
"Oh. See, I guess I'm still not use to my last name."
Joel smiled, getting it. "Ohh, yes. It is weird at first, you get use to it though"
It's homecoming week at Jeff, and I am fasinated because we never really had one at good ole Chaparral. Or if we did it completely escaped my attention. Jefferson is a really old school (founded 1922) and has a long deep connection to football (john madden was class of 54). On Friday there will be a rally, a parade, a game and then a dance. I felt like a high schooler again and thought "fucking shit a rally, damn it." But then Joel told me that Jefferson rallies kick total ass. The last one he went to had a famous rap group there. So I'm going to go to it tomorrow. On purpose. Brad Hunt would be so disappointed in me.
Well the bell is going to ring soon and I still have to figure out what I am going to tell my ninth grade class about their papers. Catch you all on the flip side yo.