Christmas and the Tiger
I'm writing from Hershey this evening, because, as some of you know, I've come back to Pennsylvania for my week off work. This week came not a moment too soon; my two hints that it was time to for a break came quickly and without mercy. First, I pulled a chair out from under a student (accidentally). The poor girl thought she was sitting in a chair, and the next thing she knew, she was on the floor giggling hysterically. Then, I stapled my hand.
I STAPLED MY HAND, people.
But now I'm back in Hershey, and we've had a very nice few days so far. I spent most of Christmas Day in my new red pajamas with feet (oh yes I DID!), sitting at the kitchen table, lettering posters for the new units that begin on January 2. Sounds silly, I'm sure, but if anyone ever needs to know who was the king of Judah when the prophet Zephaniah preached doom, I can pull out my neatly color-coded chart and tell you. But then some old friends came over and we had a nice quiet dinner and desert and hung around chatting.
Today was much the same, except that I spent it making collages of King David and the prophet Elijah, and after MUCH searching, found a photo of that guy with Jerusalem Syndrome who thought he was King David and used to hang around the Western Wall playing the harp and singing Psalms.
http://www.israelimages.com/ You can find him by searching "king david costume"
I learned some time ago that he was deported. Apparently, he was from Argentina and had overstayed his visa by a few years while he was busy being wacko. And the Sweet Psalmist of Israel.
And then my mother asked me to show her how to roll cookie dough, so we rolled out some Pillsbury sugar cookies, which are currently making the house smell yummy. And... that's it. I'll probably go drink tea with Betty at some point this week. Hopefully I'll see the Parents English and maybe Mrs. H. There's a part of me that knows I really have to get my butt in gear and plan out the lessons I will teach in the coming units, instead of just doing art projects. But it's also my vacation.
So I'll plan some tomorrow.
Oh, and have you heard about this crazy-ass tiger that attacked people in the SF zoo? It seems she attacked her trainer last year around the same time. I'm betting it was the Christmas music. I mean, if I was cooped up in a pen and had to listen to "Jingle Bell Rock" every 10 minutes, I'd go a little nuts too. I'd be like, "See these claws? These claws were not meant for 'Jingle Frickin Bells,' yall. Next person to whistle it is going DOWN." And then some poor unsuspecting 17 year-old walks by humming it, and ROWR.
Of course, it's a terrible tragedy to be mauled by a tiger, and my sympathies go out to the familes. But also... ROWR!
I STAPLED MY HAND, people.
But now I'm back in Hershey, and we've had a very nice few days so far. I spent most of Christmas Day in my new red pajamas with feet (oh yes I DID!), sitting at the kitchen table, lettering posters for the new units that begin on January 2. Sounds silly, I'm sure, but if anyone ever needs to know who was the king of Judah when the prophet Zephaniah preached doom, I can pull out my neatly color-coded chart and tell you. But then some old friends came over and we had a nice quiet dinner and desert and hung around chatting.
Today was much the same, except that I spent it making collages of King David and the prophet Elijah, and after MUCH searching, found a photo of that guy with Jerusalem Syndrome who thought he was King David and used to hang around the Western Wall playing the harp and singing Psalms.
http://www.israelimages.com/ You can find him by searching "king david costume"
I learned some time ago that he was deported. Apparently, he was from Argentina and had overstayed his visa by a few years while he was busy being wacko. And the Sweet Psalmist of Israel.
And then my mother asked me to show her how to roll cookie dough, so we rolled out some Pillsbury sugar cookies, which are currently making the house smell yummy. And... that's it. I'll probably go drink tea with Betty at some point this week. Hopefully I'll see the Parents English and maybe Mrs. H. There's a part of me that knows I really have to get my butt in gear and plan out the lessons I will teach in the coming units, instead of just doing art projects. But it's also my vacation.
So I'll plan some tomorrow.
Oh, and have you heard about this crazy-ass tiger that attacked people in the SF zoo? It seems she attacked her trainer last year around the same time. I'm betting it was the Christmas music. I mean, if I was cooped up in a pen and had to listen to "Jingle Bell Rock" every 10 minutes, I'd go a little nuts too. I'd be like, "See these claws? These claws were not meant for 'Jingle Frickin Bells,' yall. Next person to whistle it is going DOWN." And then some poor unsuspecting 17 year-old walks by humming it, and ROWR.
Of course, it's a terrible tragedy to be mauled by a tiger, and my sympathies go out to the familes. But also... ROWR!