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Can't you just see the joy that we get from meeting our goals?
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
...red or purple Wednesday...
Can't you just see the joy that we get from meeting our goals?
Monday, February 27, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
...are you for real?...
Two students had drawn cartoon ponies.
Their friend took the pictures around and asked people to vote for which one looked better. The criteria for better was uncertain, making the decision somewhat difficult. I guess that's how it goes with art.
Another student turned to me and asked, Wait, are they real?
Slightly confused, I asked, What do you mean, are they real?
The student replied, Are ponies real?
Don't worry, I set him straight. He now knows the difference between ponies and unicorns, oh and horses too.
I will never cease to be amazed by teenagers.
Their friend took the pictures around and asked people to vote for which one looked better. The criteria for better was uncertain, making the decision somewhat difficult. I guess that's how it goes with art.
Another student turned to me and asked, Wait, are they real?
Slightly confused, I asked, What do you mean, are they real?
The student replied, Are ponies real?
Don't worry, I set him straight. He now knows the difference between ponies and unicorns, oh and horses too.
I will never cease to be amazed by teenagers.
Friday, February 17, 2012
...guns aren't allowed in school...
A young man with a sleeveless shirt walked into the room across the hall.
A teacher noticed.
He called several of us over.
Five teachers stood outside the door and attempted to be as serious as possible.
The student was called into the hallway.
He is turning red and acting nervous.
We're going to have to take you downstairs to talk to the police officer.
Getting defensive, What? Why? What did I do?
Guns aren't allowed in school.
What? Are you serious? This is why you brought me out here? Relieved, he shakes his head and goes back into the classroom. His guns were still out for everyone to see.
The five of us in the hallway have a good laugh before the bell rings as a signal for us to get back to business.
A teacher noticed.
He called several of us over.
Five teachers stood outside the door and attempted to be as serious as possible.
The student was called into the hallway.
He is turning red and acting nervous.
We're going to have to take you downstairs to talk to the police officer.
Getting defensive, What? Why? What did I do?
Guns aren't allowed in school.
What? Are you serious? This is why you brought me out here? Relieved, he shakes his head and goes back into the classroom. His guns were still out for everyone to see.
The five of us in the hallway have a good laugh before the bell rings as a signal for us to get back to business.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
...you'll poke someone's eye out...
I hate when students throw things. I don't care what it is--I hate it. There is always a chance that something is going to go wrong. I prefer they pass it, or wait for the opportune time to stand up and hand it over.
The other day a student threw a pencil across the room. I got mad and emphasized my desire for students never to throw things in my classroom. A student responds with, Yeah, you could poke someone's eye out.
That same student stood up to give a pencil to a classmate across the room. As he went, he was holding the eraser and letting the pencil swing back and forth. He poked himself in the eye.
True story.
The other day a student threw a pencil across the room. I got mad and emphasized my desire for students never to throw things in my classroom. A student responds with, Yeah, you could poke someone's eye out.
That same student stood up to give a pencil to a classmate across the room. As he went, he was holding the eraser and letting the pencil swing back and forth. He poked himself in the eye.
True story.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
...dodgeball...
Time: After school
Place: My classroom
Action: A teacher enters my classroom without saying a word to me. He takes a few pieces of paper from my growing stack of scrap paper, and wads them into balls. This teacher quietly makes his way towards the door that connects my room to another classroom. He slowly turns the handle so that no sound is detected. When he has mustered up all the mental preparation he can, he blasts through the door, fires the paper wads at the unsuspecting teacher sitting at his desk, and dashes straight out the door that leads to the hallway.
My role: Absolutley nothing. I'm purely a spectator. I'm being used for my resources and strategic location.
Place: My classroom
Action: A teacher enters my classroom without saying a word to me. He takes a few pieces of paper from my growing stack of scrap paper, and wads them into balls. This teacher quietly makes his way towards the door that connects my room to another classroom. He slowly turns the handle so that no sound is detected. When he has mustered up all the mental preparation he can, he blasts through the door, fires the paper wads at the unsuspecting teacher sitting at his desk, and dashes straight out the door that leads to the hallway.
My role: Absolutley nothing. I'm purely a spectator. I'm being used for my resources and strategic location.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
...he made it...
Last week one of the guys in my hall came to tell me his latest prank. We teachers enjoy pranking each other.
Mr. Smith was in his room, getting his class started for the period. He saw another teacher, Mr. Shaw, walk by. Mr. Shaw has his prep period that hour. Mr. Smith stealthily moved his entire conglomeration of students down the hall, and into this unsuspecting teacher's room. The students found seats, and he began teaching. Of course Mr. Smith was distracting himself because he wasn't sure when the victim would return, and he was really curious as to how Mr. Shaw would react.
As Mr. Smith told me about this, I expressed that I was quite proud of his achievement. This was impressive. As he saw my approval, he enthusiastically asked, Is this going to make the blog?!? When I said, yes, he was so excited that students passing by knew that something amazing must have happened.
That night I posted a blog...but it was about a lame joke. Ironically, in the past Mr. Smith has attempted to tell me lame jokes with the hope that I would think they were funny enough to make the blog.
Mr. Smith was a little irritated. I told him I needed more of the story.
Well, I got it.
We had a PLC meeting, in which we began with celebrations. One celebration was the smooth execution of a prank. So, Mr. Shaw proceeded to share his side of the story.
As he reentered his classroom that day, he was hit with confusion, and a myriad of conflicting thoughts shot through his brain instantaneously.
Thought #1: Why did I leave my classroom when I have a class?
Thought #2: Smith must be covering me.
Thought #3: How long have I been gone?
Thought #4: I can't believe I did that!
Thought #5: Wow, Smith is a life-saver!
Thought #6: Wait, he isn't teaching Spanish.
Thought #7: He is teaching his class.
Thought #8: Smith is messing with me!
Once Mr. Smith saw Mr. Shaw realized what happened, he proudly paused his lesson and dismissed his class back to the correct room.
Well, he finally did it. Mr. Smith made the blog. Keep up the good work!
Mr. Smith was in his room, getting his class started for the period. He saw another teacher, Mr. Shaw, walk by. Mr. Shaw has his prep period that hour. Mr. Smith stealthily moved his entire conglomeration of students down the hall, and into this unsuspecting teacher's room. The students found seats, and he began teaching. Of course Mr. Smith was distracting himself because he wasn't sure when the victim would return, and he was really curious as to how Mr. Shaw would react.
As Mr. Smith told me about this, I expressed that I was quite proud of his achievement. This was impressive. As he saw my approval, he enthusiastically asked, Is this going to make the blog?!? When I said, yes, he was so excited that students passing by knew that something amazing must have happened.
That night I posted a blog...but it was about a lame joke. Ironically, in the past Mr. Smith has attempted to tell me lame jokes with the hope that I would think they were funny enough to make the blog.
Mr. Smith was a little irritated. I told him I needed more of the story.
Well, I got it.
We had a PLC meeting, in which we began with celebrations. One celebration was the smooth execution of a prank. So, Mr. Shaw proceeded to share his side of the story.
As he reentered his classroom that day, he was hit with confusion, and a myriad of conflicting thoughts shot through his brain instantaneously.
Thought #1: Why did I leave my classroom when I have a class?
Thought #2: Smith must be covering me.
Thought #3: How long have I been gone?
Thought #4: I can't believe I did that!
Thought #5: Wow, Smith is a life-saver!
Thought #6: Wait, he isn't teaching Spanish.
Thought #7: He is teaching his class.
Thought #8: Smith is messing with me!
Once Mr. Smith saw Mr. Shaw realized what happened, he proudly paused his lesson and dismissed his class back to the correct room.
Well, he finally did it. Mr. Smith made the blog. Keep up the good work!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
...breaking my mold...
Last fall I realized in order to meet the dress code within my hallway, I needed more options for Green Tuesday. I went to Wal-Mart and perused their green scarves. I found one I liked that also had some magenta flowers on it.
So, on the occasional Tuesday, my students and coworkers might see me sporting this accessory in order to be in compliance.
I'm wearing it today. In class a student asked, Miss O'Brien, what's on your scarf? Are those skulls?
I quickly responded, No, these are flowers.
But as I took a closer look, I realized I was totally wrong. She was right. I am definitely wearing a camouflage scarf with magenta skulls.
I was breaking my fashion trend without even realizing it. Oh well, I already paid for it. I will continue wearing this accessory that I never would have picked up if I had realized what it really was. However, it will never quite feel the same.
So, on the occasional Tuesday, my students and coworkers might see me sporting this accessory in order to be in compliance.I'm wearing it today. In class a student asked, Miss O'Brien, what's on your scarf? Are those skulls?
I quickly responded, No, these are flowers.
But as I took a closer look, I realized I was totally wrong. She was right. I am definitely wearing a camouflage scarf with magenta skulls.
I was breaking my fashion trend without even realizing it. Oh well, I already paid for it. I will continue wearing this accessory that I never would have picked up if I had realized what it really was. However, it will never quite feel the same.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
...same old banana...
Two students had finished their assignments and were waiting for their classmates to finish so we could go over them as a class.
One was sitting behind the other.
Student 1 taps the student in front of him.
Student 1: Knock knock
Student 2: Who's there?
Student 1: Orange...Dang it! I messed it up!
Slight pause
Student 1: Knock, knock
Student 2: Who's there?
Student 1: Banana
Yeah, he continued to tell the joke after he had ruined it. No twist. It was the same old joke that we tell to the little tykes when introducing them to knock knock jokes. This time it was told by one fifteen year old to another. If only he hadn't blown it with the first attempt. Well, I guess he got a laugh out of me anyway.
One was sitting behind the other.
Student 1 taps the student in front of him.
Student 1: Knock knock
Student 2: Who's there?
Student 1: Orange...Dang it! I messed it up!
Slight pause
Student 1: Knock, knock
Student 2: Who's there?
Student 1: Banana
Yeah, he continued to tell the joke after he had ruined it. No twist. It was the same old joke that we tell to the little tykes when introducing them to knock knock jokes. This time it was told by one fifteen year old to another. If only he hadn't blown it with the first attempt. Well, I guess he got a laugh out of me anyway.
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