Random Ramblings
This is the most absurd song ever! Can't type the name - that would be inappropriate considering some of my audience!
I'm Mr. Teacher this week. Monday was Lit group at Panera. Tuesday was open house. Wednesday was Vergil group at Panera. Thursday, I actually graded at home. I know. It is one of the signs of the apocalypse. I think that that caused Hurricane Katrina. Saturday, I went into school for about four or five hours to get caught up on grading and ahead on planning. I think that this caused Katrina to go Category 5. Should I finish all of my grading and planning and as a result completely wipe out New Orleans with a Category 6 storm? OMPGTM! Beasley understands. That's a scary thought. BTW, taught the third years the Jones Soda cap thing. My cap said something like: "You should accept the next proposition you hear." Twitch.
PSAT weekends with Robie, Warner and Horowitz (our "third" this year) are coming!
I'm listening to Whitney Houston now. Much less disturbing.
I was feeling so great after teaching at the Chinese School. (Jeremy's mom is the principal this year, and she asked me to teach SAT there on Saturday afternoons. It's not the money, but helping Chinese people whomp on Whitey always gets me going. Honestly, she has supported my program and even chaperoned States, so it's kinda payback for me to help out.) So, I went out to the mall to just walk around a bit because I was feeling really good. I ran into some of the new guy 1s. They commented that they didn't know that teachers had a social life. I replied that walking through the mall yourself and talking to your students there does not consist of a social life, or something to that effect. Some girls who the boys were ignoring momentarily to talk with me couldn't take being ignored. They chose to make their displeasure known by walking right through the middle of the six of us, saying "excuse me" in a really purturbed way. I laughed really loudly before they even completed the manoeuver and added something like "I have never seen anything more desperate or ridiculous!" Talked for a couple of minutes more, then I made my exit from the group in the exact same way.
Forget Louisiana. I'm gonna go grade.
All you Brain Bowlers: Seminola Delenda Est!
But at least I'm not losing lizards or cussing out my computer or oatmeal wrestling or playing "lovely" games with people's names or pole dancing or anything like that.
Back to Eminem...
I'm Mr. Teacher this week. Monday was Lit group at Panera. Tuesday was open house. Wednesday was Vergil group at Panera. Thursday, I actually graded at home. I know. It is one of the signs of the apocalypse. I think that that caused Hurricane Katrina. Saturday, I went into school for about four or five hours to get caught up on grading and ahead on planning. I think that this caused Katrina to go Category 5. Should I finish all of my grading and planning and as a result completely wipe out New Orleans with a Category 6 storm? OMPGTM! Beasley understands. That's a scary thought. BTW, taught the third years the Jones Soda cap thing. My cap said something like: "You should accept the next proposition you hear." Twitch.
PSAT weekends with Robie, Warner and Horowitz (our "third" this year) are coming!
I'm listening to Whitney Houston now. Much less disturbing.
I was feeling so great after teaching at the Chinese School. (Jeremy's mom is the principal this year, and she asked me to teach SAT there on Saturday afternoons. It's not the money, but helping Chinese people whomp on Whitey always gets me going. Honestly, she has supported my program and even chaperoned States, so it's kinda payback for me to help out.) So, I went out to the mall to just walk around a bit because I was feeling really good. I ran into some of the new guy 1s. They commented that they didn't know that teachers had a social life. I replied that walking through the mall yourself and talking to your students there does not consist of a social life, or something to that effect. Some girls who the boys were ignoring momentarily to talk with me couldn't take being ignored. They chose to make their displeasure known by walking right through the middle of the six of us, saying "excuse me" in a really purturbed way. I laughed really loudly before they even completed the manoeuver and added something like "I have never seen anything more desperate or ridiculous!" Talked for a couple of minutes more, then I made my exit from the group in the exact same way.
Forget Louisiana. I'm gonna go grade.
All you Brain Bowlers: Seminola Delenda Est!
But at least I'm not losing lizards or cussing out my computer or oatmeal wrestling or playing "lovely" games with people's names or pole dancing or anything like that.
Back to Eminem...