This cracked me up

I'm working on powerpoints for my classes (interactive, don't worry) and found this online, via "Free Tech for Teachers".




The guy's delivery reminds me kind of Mitch Hedberg.

Will someone else plan my lessons for me?

Today was not productive at all. In fact, today was counterproductive--

and not because I wasn't working on what I was supposed to be working on, not because I wasn't working at all, but because, through working on what I was supposed to be working on, I figured out that I had DONE. IT. ALL. WRONG. Three weeks' worth of lesson planning done completely wrong. Un-useable junk.

Well, at least I understand the curriculum now.

Right now, I should be feeling frustrated. But, due to my quitter attitude and my procrastinator's mentality, I am seeing this as an opportunity to stop trying. At least for today.

Yesterday, I finished all but four points on my extensive to-do list. Today I only finished one. I made the bed. *pats self on the back*

This post failed to convince you that I am normal.

It's a good day when your biggest concern is whether or not you are going to remember to water the plants.

Which reminds me, I need to introduce you to my plants.

That sounds weird and I-live-alone-ish. But I don't live alone. I live with four other people. So I'm allowed to talk to my plants and name them.

Okay fine I didn't name them. Publicly.

Last night, I was trying to lesson plan my grammar lessons. I opened the book. I read the lesson. I proceeded to do the exercises. For fun.

What is wrong with me?

Paso Robles?

We're in Paso Robles right now, staying at a Travelodge. I didn't know there was anything in Paso Robles. I didn't know the "s" was silent. It's not 'Robe-less'? We also almost didn't know how to get here because of the thick accent of the woman at the desk. I though she told me she was going to kill me when she asked if I had a reservation. "We're booked" sounded an awful like "I kill you."

But now we are here, and we did have a reservation: miracle number one of the weekend. We're waiting for the morning to come so we can drive the rest of the way to Goleta/Santa Barbara. Tomorrow begins "Summer in the Arts" at Saint Athanasius: a three-day theatre/writing workshop for students, led by Z and me.

Oh, and San Francisco: we found the sun. Dilly Dilly.

A moment

Teacher walks a student out of the class and has him stand outside the door.

Teacher: "Now, you are going to stand here for two minutes. Tell your feet to behave so you can come back into the class."

Student (2nd grade) nods and watches teacher go back into classroom. Student is facing the wall. Student moves his attention to his feet.

Student (faithfully) pointing and commanding repeatedly: "Feet, behave. Feet behave, Feet behave feet behave."

Repeat for two minutes.

A moment today

Having been kicked out of his class, a 2nd grade student walks across the eating hall and waits patiently outside the office.

Fr Irenei opens the door. 

"And what can I do for you?"

The child sighs and shakes his head.

"I was misbehaving in class."

Leyla

Yesterday, a student proudly showed me his notebook--full of little boy code and secrets--and declared, "Girls can't see this!"

I laughed and said, "But I am a girl!"
He rolled his eyes. "No you're not. You're a teacher."


The apartment was clean for a total of 24 hours and I consider this an accomplishment.

A fog descended over the bay today and I forgot my jacket at home. Wet drops stick to my skin and I have been trying not to shiver as I move from St. John's, to Raphael House, to Mills.

I forgot my frozen dinner at home. I could use a shower.

I have to decide what to read next for my 5th grade literature class. More Sherlock Holmes? A Little Princess? Jungle Book? Johnny Tremain?

New Post

Yes; well, Heather's blogging and I thought I might as well, too. I feel as if there may be a thousand items on my "to-blog" list. Maybe I will take this one day at a time.

Tomorrow we are putting on a Michaelmas play for the Raphael House families. Zak will play the role of St. George. Alexander shall be our dragon. Erin dramatically narrates while Ralitza and Magdalena scream and get eaten. Father Michael is our internally tortured king and I his passive daughter sent to slaughter.

In other news, I was forced to make my 2nd and 3rd graders write lines (standards) instead of decorating crosses today. The reasons included dancing on backpacks, sucker punches to classmates' jawbones, and an earth-shaped pencil sharpener that kept making its rounds through the air.

Their lines read "I am sorry" ten times, and were decorated with complementary color-schemed hearts.