me: (pressing all the pretty new buttons in the shiny rental car.)
On Star Lady Voice: On Star, how may I be of assistance?
me: Oh, I was just trying to find how to work the radio. It had a star and I like stars and it said on, so I thought it turned the radio on.
On Star Lady Voice: No ma'm, this doesn't turn on the radio.
me: I'm sorry. It's a rental car and I don't know what all the buttons do.
On Star Lady: Well, do you need help?
me: No, not really.
On Star Lady: Well, do you need directions on how to get somewhere?
me: No, thank you, I actually know where I'm going today.
On Star Lady: Well that's good!
me: I don't know how to turn off this button I pressed.
On Star Lady: Don't worry, it will disconnect automatically. Have a good day.
yup. That's me in a rental car.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
full of win
Today is full of so much win.
It's Red-Ribbon-Week to celebrate drug-free lifestyle and awareness of things drug related. I guess. (My grandma Jane liked to point out how hard it was to NOT say Wed-Wibbon-Reak" when busting through some important elementary school announcements.) I just like reasons for us to do fun stuff that's slightly out of the ordinary. Today's theme was "Put a cap on drugs" or "Hats off to drugs"-- but that didn't make sense to me. Don't you take your hat off in deference to someone?
Kids were in all varieties of hats-- baseball caps, knit caps, fedoras, pimp hats (yes, with jaguar print and purple velour)-- my favorite was a Goofy one. One teacher even had this beautiful flapper-esque hat that was teal with feathers. So cute and fitting of her! They had to remind the kids to take off their hats during the National Anthem and Pledge of Allegiance. Come on, like these kids haven't been to a baseball game!
Anyway, I was wearing this awesome Sherlock Holmes hat. I told my colleagues that I would NOT be washing my hair, so the hat would stay on all day. I stayed true to my word. All throughout the day, I was greeted with, "Are you a detective?" "What's that guy's name? He's from Australia and solves crimes." "Are you a sleuth?" By the end of the day, I was Mrs. Sherlock Holmes. Interesting if you've seen the BBC show...don't think he's looking for a missus!
I contacted a friend from my mom's church whose husband works with Clayton County Police Department K9 unit couple weeks ago to see if we could get some real-life drug-enforcers to come and do some cool stuff for the kids. Because it was a training day...5 officers and 3 dogs were there for demonstrations about narcotics and bad-guy-busting. It was impressive. Since we had the kids on the black top on the playground, it was really awesome to see this huge German shepherd sprint off after the officer in a stuffed safety suit. (I've seen similar demonstrations in an enclosed space and it really scared me because the dogs are so big and so strong.) Nearly the entire school was out there-- over 500 kids. Captive audience though-- when you have a German shepherd jetting around.
Getting back to my classroom, 5th graders and I were discussing the differences between service dogs and pets. I wanted them to write some decent thank you notes or reflections about the week. I described how my dog knows lots of commands and routines, but I'd never be able to train her to attack me. I went through her list of commands and the kids stopped me at "Yoga dog." (It's really just bow, but when she started stretching like that, we called it "yoga dog-yoga dog!" in a high-pitched voice and she got it. So, I hopped onto my Ikea area rug and demonstrated what downward-facing dog is in yoga. The kids have an enlightening time in my class...lots of variety.
Also on the fun list of things I do in a day...I have a story book that is Halloween themed called "Shake Dem Halloween Bones." If you teach Elementary age or have small ones, this is a goodie. (My childhood story book favorite is Morris and Boris's Halloween. They wear funny costumes and Boris is terribly frustrated with explaining the finer points of Halloween to Morris. Along the same vein as Amelia Bedelia. Puns. How do you go wrong?) It has a little song that the kids can sing/rap along with you and rhymes that reference fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Thanks to Shrek and all the inherent parodies, kids know lots of obscure fairy tales that they didn't necessarily recognize before. Sing-rapping-bankhead-bouncing with 26 8-year-olds and then making symmetry-spider creatures from their fingers with googly eyes? So. Much. Win.
Slow-talking 3rd grader: Mizz Geeee, do you like arts and crafts?
Me: (interrupted)
Gifted kid: No, she doesn't like arts and crafts, she likes music. She just sang us a book.
Slow-talker: But we're always making creative things.
Me: Yes, I like arts and music. We should do them every day.
So, the other fun thing I like to do when I have time to kill with a station or an over-zealous kid who completes all required tasks: Make 8.5 by 14 hall posters announcing whatever's going on. So far, we've had ones for Hispanic Heritage and now Red Ribbon. Some of my favorite typos-to-be:
Red Riddon Week!
Hugs Not Dugs!
Drugs are for Lossers.
Oh yes. Thank goodness spelling doesn't count for much in this world.
The appreciation notes also had some insightful (or maybe inciteful) phrases:
...I hope you catch all the drug attics out there.
...I don't want to be a cop when I grow up, but you're doing a good job letting that dog bite your arm.
...Thanks for teaching our school about narcotics. We already new alot. (yikes!!)
...I am scared of dogs and that really showed me to stay out of the way if the police and a bad guy are there.
So...drugs are bad, mmkay? And kids are really full of win.
It's Red-Ribbon-Week to celebrate drug-free lifestyle and awareness of things drug related. I guess. (My grandma Jane liked to point out how hard it was to NOT say Wed-Wibbon-Reak" when busting through some important elementary school announcements.) I just like reasons for us to do fun stuff that's slightly out of the ordinary. Today's theme was "Put a cap on drugs" or "Hats off to drugs"-- but that didn't make sense to me. Don't you take your hat off in deference to someone?
Kids were in all varieties of hats-- baseball caps, knit caps, fedoras, pimp hats (yes, with jaguar print and purple velour)-- my favorite was a Goofy one. One teacher even had this beautiful flapper-esque hat that was teal with feathers. So cute and fitting of her! They had to remind the kids to take off their hats during the National Anthem and Pledge of Allegiance. Come on, like these kids haven't been to a baseball game!
Anyway, I was wearing this awesome Sherlock Holmes hat. I told my colleagues that I would NOT be washing my hair, so the hat would stay on all day. I stayed true to my word. All throughout the day, I was greeted with, "Are you a detective?" "What's that guy's name? He's from Australia and solves crimes." "Are you a sleuth?" By the end of the day, I was Mrs. Sherlock Holmes. Interesting if you've seen the BBC show...don't think he's looking for a missus!
I contacted a friend from my mom's church whose husband works with Clayton County Police Department K9 unit couple weeks ago to see if we could get some real-life drug-enforcers to come and do some cool stuff for the kids. Because it was a training day...5 officers and 3 dogs were there for demonstrations about narcotics and bad-guy-busting. It was impressive. Since we had the kids on the black top on the playground, it was really awesome to see this huge German shepherd sprint off after the officer in a stuffed safety suit. (I've seen similar demonstrations in an enclosed space and it really scared me because the dogs are so big and so strong.) Nearly the entire school was out there-- over 500 kids. Captive audience though-- when you have a German shepherd jetting around.
Getting back to my classroom, 5th graders and I were discussing the differences between service dogs and pets. I wanted them to write some decent thank you notes or reflections about the week. I described how my dog knows lots of commands and routines, but I'd never be able to train her to attack me. I went through her list of commands and the kids stopped me at "Yoga dog." (It's really just bow, but when she started stretching like that, we called it "yoga dog-yoga dog!" in a high-pitched voice and she got it. So, I hopped onto my Ikea area rug and demonstrated what downward-facing dog is in yoga. The kids have an enlightening time in my class...lots of variety.
Also on the fun list of things I do in a day...I have a story book that is Halloween themed called "Shake Dem Halloween Bones." If you teach Elementary age or have small ones, this is a goodie. (My childhood story book favorite is Morris and Boris's Halloween. They wear funny costumes and Boris is terribly frustrated with explaining the finer points of Halloween to Morris. Along the same vein as Amelia Bedelia. Puns. How do you go wrong?) It has a little song that the kids can sing/rap along with you and rhymes that reference fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Thanks to Shrek and all the inherent parodies, kids know lots of obscure fairy tales that they didn't necessarily recognize before. Sing-rapping-bankhead-bouncing with 26 8-year-olds and then making symmetry-spider creatures from their fingers with googly eyes? So. Much. Win.
Slow-talking 3rd grader: Mizz Geeee, do you like arts and crafts?
Me: (interrupted)
Gifted kid: No, she doesn't like arts and crafts, she likes music. She just sang us a book.
Slow-talker: But we're always making creative things.
Me: Yes, I like arts and music. We should do them every day.
So, the other fun thing I like to do when I have time to kill with a station or an over-zealous kid who completes all required tasks: Make 8.5 by 14 hall posters announcing whatever's going on. So far, we've had ones for Hispanic Heritage and now Red Ribbon. Some of my favorite typos-to-be:
Red Riddon Week!
Hugs Not Dugs!
Drugs are for Lossers.
Oh yes. Thank goodness spelling doesn't count for much in this world.
The appreciation notes also had some insightful (or maybe inciteful) phrases:
...I hope you catch all the drug attics out there.
...I don't want to be a cop when I grow up, but you're doing a good job letting that dog bite your arm.
...Thanks for teaching our school about narcotics. We already new alot. (yikes!!)
...I am scared of dogs and that really showed me to stay out of the way if the police and a bad guy are there.
So...drugs are bad, mmkay? And kids are really full of win.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
9-21-11, A Teacher's lessons from Troy Davis
On behalf of Georgians...I apologize, Troy. Our great state with its motto of Wisdom, Justice, and Moderation has been unwise, unjust, and has moderated your life for far too long...
In 2007, as a student at Agnes Scott, Amnesty International wrote letters to Troy and on behalf of Troy to members of Congress, State Board of Pardons and Parole, and the governor.
By Christmas, I found a letter in my on-campus mail box postmarked Jackson, GA. Troy had personally written me (and Agnes Amnesty) back. He spoke of hope. He spoke of justice. His penmanship is excellent.
In 2008, Troy's case was up. He was set to be executed unless clemency occurred. I taught high school and I both beamed and grimaced as my juniors pulled out cell phones to barage the Board of Pardons and Parole with phone calls. They waited on hold and left messages, they told their friends and families to call too.
That day, 16 and 17-year-old (babies!) signed their names to official typed letters too. These children tasted activism at an age not much younger than Troy when he felt the bonds of conviction.
It's 2011 and those 16 and 17 year olds have lived freely longer than Troy did. An Amnesty Candle's light has been snuffed out. Thousands have posted, protested, called, marched, tweeted-- gotten involved. Black, white, young, old: Troy, you united us.
Tonight, two mothers weep for lost sons. An activism lesson has been taught and an exercise in justice has been witnessed.
I only wish this were a lesson we needed to learn.
In 2007, as a student at Agnes Scott, Amnesty International wrote letters to Troy and on behalf of Troy to members of Congress, State Board of Pardons and Parole, and the governor.
By Christmas, I found a letter in my on-campus mail box postmarked Jackson, GA. Troy had personally written me (and Agnes Amnesty) back. He spoke of hope. He spoke of justice. His penmanship is excellent.
In 2008, Troy's case was up. He was set to be executed unless clemency occurred. I taught high school and I both beamed and grimaced as my juniors pulled out cell phones to barage the Board of Pardons and Parole with phone calls. They waited on hold and left messages, they told their friends and families to call too.
That day, 16 and 17-year-old (babies!) signed their names to official typed letters too. These children tasted activism at an age not much younger than Troy when he felt the bonds of conviction.
It's 2011 and those 16 and 17 year olds have lived freely longer than Troy did. An Amnesty Candle's light has been snuffed out. Thousands have posted, protested, called, marched, tweeted-- gotten involved. Black, white, young, old: Troy, you united us.
Tonight, two mothers weep for lost sons. An activism lesson has been taught and an exercise in justice has been witnessed.
I only wish this were a lesson we needed to learn.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
coolest 8 year old EVER
Alright, so it's been a while since I posted-- I'm not sure I would read this schlock, so I'll see. It seems like my bf gets tired of my rantings about work, so maybe this is a better venue.
That being said:
I have the unfortunate privilege of managing the students who are waiting on their parents to pick them up in their cars. It's quite the broken system as it takes FOREVER and a million parents are late, the kids can't hear their names on the radio to come outside, they can't see their cars because of where they're seated...and did I mention the fumes of cars idling? So good for children's lungs and the environment. There's an upside, because I don't have to stand outside in those fumes (for the time being).
So there's a kid, we'll call him Richard, and he's got a few issues upstairs. So he's sitting with his grade level and he's swinging his arms and talking to himself. One of the other teacher-monitors selected a few kids to walk around and police the other kids-- telling them to be quiet and listen for their names.
Two girls and a boy are given this coveted position, so I was just maintaining one little spot, watching the boy, we'll call him Alex--walking around and giving people the shh! sign.
Enter Richard's sister-- who worries over Richard a little bit, even though she doesn't bother to sit with him to actually make sure he's okay. Richard's sister, we'll call her ReAnna, is a little gangly and all elbows. She sees Alex telling Richard to be quiet, so she marches over to them.
(Keep in mind, I'm standing like a foot and a half away, watching this amazingness.)
Richard: bleah blah talking to self, making weird sounds, blah.
Alex: Shh, You gotta be quiet!
ReAnna: What are you saying to my brother?
Leave him alone!
You shouldn't mess with him!
Alex: I just told him to be quiet.
ReAnna: Leave him alone. He's my brother.
A teacher intervenes and tells Richard and ReAnna to go to their car outside. Alex turns to me with one eyebrow in the air and says, "Man, THAT was awkward."
Seriously. I only changed the names. That kid has the best sense of humor, EVER. If he was like 15 years older, I'd totally hang out with him.
That being said:
I have the unfortunate privilege of managing the students who are waiting on their parents to pick them up in their cars. It's quite the broken system as it takes FOREVER and a million parents are late, the kids can't hear their names on the radio to come outside, they can't see their cars because of where they're seated...and did I mention the fumes of cars idling? So good for children's lungs and the environment. There's an upside, because I don't have to stand outside in those fumes (for the time being).
So there's a kid, we'll call him Richard, and he's got a few issues upstairs. So he's sitting with his grade level and he's swinging his arms and talking to himself. One of the other teacher-monitors selected a few kids to walk around and police the other kids-- telling them to be quiet and listen for their names.
Two girls and a boy are given this coveted position, so I was just maintaining one little spot, watching the boy, we'll call him Alex--walking around and giving people the shh! sign.
Enter Richard's sister-- who worries over Richard a little bit, even though she doesn't bother to sit with him to actually make sure he's okay. Richard's sister, we'll call her ReAnna, is a little gangly and all elbows. She sees Alex telling Richard to be quiet, so she marches over to them.
(Keep in mind, I'm standing like a foot and a half away, watching this amazingness.)
Richard: bleah blah talking to self, making weird sounds, blah.
Alex: Shh, You gotta be quiet!
ReAnna: What are you saying to my brother?
Leave him alone!
You shouldn't mess with him!
Alex: I just told him to be quiet.
ReAnna: Leave him alone. He's my brother.
A teacher intervenes and tells Richard and ReAnna to go to their car outside. Alex turns to me with one eyebrow in the air and says, "Man, THAT was awkward."
Seriously. I only changed the names. That kid has the best sense of humor, EVER. If he was like 15 years older, I'd totally hang out with him.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Words o' Wisdom...hahah
Chase: Ms. G., when you're an adult, do you get paid when they put your poems in a book?
Me: Well, sometimes. It depends on the poem and how good of a writer you are.
Chase: I can't WAIT til I'm an adult.
This week was the final week of the extended day Remediation program-- I've been filling in for various people when they couldn't be there. I brought sugar cookies (uh, slice-n-bake, duh) and icing and sprinkles so we could at least have a little something fun. I even found a grade-level activity sheet about cookies and ratios. Hollah! (I'm shaking my head at my nerdiness there.)
Me: You need to get started on your warm-up problems because we won't have time to make cookies otherwise.
Rafael: (clearly math is not the area he needs help in) We're going to bake cookies? We're only here for 45 minutes, Ms. g. There's just not time.
Me: Uh, we're Making cookies, not Baking them. I should be more clear. We're decorating and eating cookies-- the good part.
Rafael: Well, alright.
And, PS, on the cookie situation-- I totally ate WAY to many of those and had a sugar coma as SOON as I got home.
It's Spring break next week and also April Fool's Day this week... so I've been asking the kids to write about possible pranks. My fav? "I'm going to get a cup of warm water and sneak up on my mean brother while he is sleeping. If he is completely sleeping, then I will put his hand in it and make it look like he peed on hisself."-- I wish I could put the picture she drew to go with it...it included a stick figure and a blob next to the legs, and a key describing the water, the "wet spot" and the brother.
In other, non-teaching, news...took Bella for a walk tonight and realized that Decaturites TOTALLY do not understand what is and is not supposed to go in recycling. Hello! Styrofoam, NOT it. Plastic bags of all varieties? NOT it. Dirty, dirty, dirty bottles not cleaned out in the least, NOT it. The nice thing about it being co-mingled recycling is that most of the households in my neighborhood participate. It majorly cuts out on garbage for the landfill. I like it; but, dude. Read the list of things.
Also, planted part of my garden before the tiller either, a. ran out of gas, or b. realized it has been sitting out since last summer and its fuel is old and rancid, so it quit working. Meheh. Planted some of the seedlings I've started indoors in peat pots-- including arugala, spinach, basil, parsley, bell peppers, carnival peppers, cucumbers, squash. I also planted the beans that I yanked out of over-zealous students' cups-- um, you can't put 8 lima beans in a 3 oz. cup of dirt. We shall see...I'm hoping for gentle rain, lots of sun, few insect problems, and that the dogs will chase all the rodents and birds who eat my produce away. :-)
Me: Well, sometimes. It depends on the poem and how good of a writer you are.
Chase: I can't WAIT til I'm an adult.
This week was the final week of the extended day Remediation program-- I've been filling in for various people when they couldn't be there. I brought sugar cookies (uh, slice-n-bake, duh) and icing and sprinkles so we could at least have a little something fun. I even found a grade-level activity sheet about cookies and ratios. Hollah! (I'm shaking my head at my nerdiness there.)
Me: You need to get started on your warm-up problems because we won't have time to make cookies otherwise.
Rafael: (clearly math is not the area he needs help in) We're going to bake cookies? We're only here for 45 minutes, Ms. g. There's just not time.
Me: Uh, we're Making cookies, not Baking them. I should be more clear. We're decorating and eating cookies-- the good part.
Rafael: Well, alright.
And, PS, on the cookie situation-- I totally ate WAY to many of those and had a sugar coma as SOON as I got home.
It's Spring break next week and also April Fool's Day this week... so I've been asking the kids to write about possible pranks. My fav? "I'm going to get a cup of warm water and sneak up on my mean brother while he is sleeping. If he is completely sleeping, then I will put his hand in it and make it look like he peed on hisself."-- I wish I could put the picture she drew to go with it...it included a stick figure and a blob next to the legs, and a key describing the water, the "wet spot" and the brother.
In other, non-teaching, news...took Bella for a walk tonight and realized that Decaturites TOTALLY do not understand what is and is not supposed to go in recycling. Hello! Styrofoam, NOT it. Plastic bags of all varieties? NOT it. Dirty, dirty, dirty bottles not cleaned out in the least, NOT it. The nice thing about it being co-mingled recycling is that most of the households in my neighborhood participate. It majorly cuts out on garbage for the landfill. I like it; but, dude. Read the list of things.
Also, planted part of my garden before the tiller either, a. ran out of gas, or b. realized it has been sitting out since last summer and its fuel is old and rancid, so it quit working. Meheh. Planted some of the seedlings I've started indoors in peat pots-- including arugala, spinach, basil, parsley, bell peppers, carnival peppers, cucumbers, squash. I also planted the beans that I yanked out of over-zealous students' cups-- um, you can't put 8 lima beans in a 3 oz. cup of dirt. We shall see...I'm hoping for gentle rain, lots of sun, few insect problems, and that the dogs will chase all the rodents and birds who eat my produce away. :-)
Friday, March 12, 2010
So glad they can't...
...hear what I'm thinking in my head.
Couple of things this week...it's been a funny week.
I've been teaching plant life cycles and so we've been planting seedlings and most of these kids are so used to watching tv, that they have absolutely no life experience. It's kinda sad, but enlightening to see the looks on their faces when they touch real DIRT for the first time.
--One little boy took what I said about planting seeds to save the earth to heart-- he stopped me in the hall way to give me orange seeds, apple seeds, and corn kernals he'd picked out of his food at lunch all week. (I'm saying, "Thank you, baby, you're a good earth citizen!" and thinking "omg, gross, gross, gross, when can I wash my hands!?")
--This little boy (approximately age 5) has recently lost the ability to say "L" sounds because he has lost his front teeth. He had a vocabulary word this week: piglet. When asked, he announces, "a piggwit is a yittel baby pig." I asked him multiple times just because it made me laugh too much inside.
--Since overcrowding is a fact and realization in most all of the classes I teach, I assign "captain" positions to the crowded classes mainly for my sanity and to get stuff cleaned back up. I made the really OCD prissy kids be the Soil Captain who had to make sure no one got too much soil in their cup for seedlings. Watching their faces as they HAD to touch something dirty was just too much.
--I've been going really green for both St. Patrick's Day and early Earth Day stuff and reading Dr. Seuss's The Lorax to most all of my classes. When giving advice on ways to save the earth, the most ridiculous one has been (age 8)..."it's important not to litter because littering is bad for the earth. when you throw gum on the ground it messes up the roads for the animals eating the gum and the cars might get stuck on the sticky gum. the gum might make accidents because cars have pollution smoke in the back and the cars would get stuck in the gum and not go very far." What's this kid's brain like???
-- We're charged with making these "Academic Galleries" or "Standards-based boards" and part of it is student work with both teacher and student comments. My favorite comment today? "I liked the way she rimed in her poem. I woulda drawed the picture better."
--Teaching transition words (first, then, next, last, etc.) always makes me want to say, "Step one, cut a hole in a box. Step two..."
And last, but certainly not least...
-- overheard this week "miss g is a slut. I saw her thong. girls who wear thongs are sluts." ...interesting since I never seem to have my pants off at work, and I'm not really sure how this child got this information and managed to draw this conclusion about me. Can a kid be sued for slander?
Oh, but maddddddd props go out to Atlanta Community Food Bank and the Kids in Need store. I got 141 pounds of stuff...donated to my class for my students to use. I've already put paper, pencils, new crayons, pencil bags, toothbrushes, chapstick, and gluesticks to work. Can't wait to use the Environment funbooks during Earth Week! If you have funds to donate and don't already have a favorite charity-- this is a good one and you can know that your money will be put to great use. :)
Couple of things this week...it's been a funny week.
I've been teaching plant life cycles and so we've been planting seedlings and most of these kids are so used to watching tv, that they have absolutely no life experience. It's kinda sad, but enlightening to see the looks on their faces when they touch real DIRT for the first time.
--One little boy took what I said about planting seeds to save the earth to heart-- he stopped me in the hall way to give me orange seeds, apple seeds, and corn kernals he'd picked out of his food at lunch all week. (I'm saying, "Thank you, baby, you're a good earth citizen!" and thinking "omg, gross, gross, gross, when can I wash my hands!?")
--This little boy (approximately age 5) has recently lost the ability to say "L" sounds because he has lost his front teeth. He had a vocabulary word this week: piglet. When asked, he announces, "a piggwit is a yittel baby pig." I asked him multiple times just because it made me laugh too much inside.
--Since overcrowding is a fact and realization in most all of the classes I teach, I assign "captain" positions to the crowded classes mainly for my sanity and to get stuff cleaned back up. I made the really OCD prissy kids be the Soil Captain who had to make sure no one got too much soil in their cup for seedlings. Watching their faces as they HAD to touch something dirty was just too much.
--I've been going really green for both St. Patrick's Day and early Earth Day stuff and reading Dr. Seuss's The Lorax to most all of my classes. When giving advice on ways to save the earth, the most ridiculous one has been (age 8)..."it's important not to litter because littering is bad for the earth. when you throw gum on the ground it messes up the roads for the animals eating the gum and the cars might get stuck on the sticky gum. the gum might make accidents because cars have pollution smoke in the back and the cars would get stuck in the gum and not go very far." What's this kid's brain like???
-- We're charged with making these "Academic Galleries" or "Standards-based boards" and part of it is student work with both teacher and student comments. My favorite comment today? "I liked the way she rimed in her poem. I woulda drawed the picture better."
--Teaching transition words (first, then, next, last, etc.) always makes me want to say, "Step one, cut a hole in a box. Step two..."
And last, but certainly not least...
-- overheard this week "miss g is a slut. I saw her thong. girls who wear thongs are sluts." ...interesting since I never seem to have my pants off at work, and I'm not really sure how this child got this information and managed to draw this conclusion about me. Can a kid be sued for slander?
Oh, but maddddddd props go out to Atlanta Community Food Bank and the Kids in Need store. I got 141 pounds of stuff...donated to my class for my students to use. I've already put paper, pencils, new crayons, pencil bags, toothbrushes, chapstick, and gluesticks to work. Can't wait to use the Environment funbooks during Earth Week! If you have funds to donate and don't already have a favorite charity-- this is a good one and you can know that your money will be put to great use. :)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
More on this later....but maybe this is true for me. If I've loved you, you've been in a part of my heart leaving little footprints that just won't go away. Sometimes that nostalgia is so beautiful and uplifting, and sometimes that pain is so strong and overwhelming. Different sides of us come out based on the company we keep...I hope I'm keeping the company that I'm proud of.
Thank you, post secret.com. You are awesome :https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim90vugm3QSI_BJ84MENDa-Q7VFZCcUAbHWsJy_uT2gdw4vNga4sn_oz-FuyLnxBfApVU_gY_I3iYYtRmb-KXINg61OoEFMPt2PLgtqej3rrkzVs527ezqgOVz8Od0XH-hl3bJcB_8_81h/s1600-h/partsofmyself.jpg
Happy valentine's day, people! :) <3
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