1st day of teaching

This is actually a story that happened to my friend Val. And to preface this story, we went to a private, Christian school where every student in the school was a car rider. You had to be a car rider.
This is Val's very first day of teaching ever. Miss Neil. The school did not give her a run through of how dismissal works at her school, I guess they thought it was obvious. The end of the first day came and the intercom comes on loud and clear and says, "The walkers may be dismissed." So several of her 7th graders stand up and start walking out of the room. "Oh no, they are not pulling one on me!" she thought. So she ran to the door and yelled at these rebellious students she had, "You cannot leave! NONE OF YOU HAVE WALKERS!!"
They had a good laugh as they explained that walkers were students that walked home. She of course was embarrased but laughed and admitted she thought there was a designated place for students with disabilities and walkers to walk out first. At least those students had something to tell their parents about their first day of 7th grade.

goals

jo's Goals… post suggestions for me if you can think of one for me!
-cake decorating
-blogging
-save me some $$$$
-clean my car often because I don’t have Sparky to clean it now
-be good at teaching
-keep running
-keep weight off
-play the clarinet in the local Peoria Band… I could, but I was just kidding on that one… I don't think i would meet an athletic guy there

dropped off

This is so my mom...

last week my mom didn't want to drop me off at home before her nail appointment. I said i didn't want to go to the nail appointment, and she pulls over on the busiest street in Peoria and just calls dad and tells him to come pick me up and then she drives off. The funny part of it is the mental picture of me standing there on the side of the road stranded for 5 to 10 minutes just because i got dumped on the side of the road. And my dad came and picked me up and didn't think it was weird at all. who drops someone off at the side of the road?! it was pretty funny.

a compliment

Yesterday it was 8:30 am, everyone should be in the room by this point. I had a girl or two missing. One of these girls comes in exasperated because Megan would not come out of the bathroom stall. People were making fun of her polka dot outfit and she said, "Even a 3rd grader said something!" The friend came back again and said she still wouldn't come back. So the class got a speech letting them know that there would be serious consequences if anything mean is said about her outfit from anyone.
She finally came in and I gave her a blanket to wear around her shoulders. Finally she got the guts to take it off and come to my desk for a question on whatever they were working on. One of the other boys was standing with her and said as serious and sincere as you can get, "Megan, I really like your outfit today." She looked at him and said, "Thanks."
The rest of the day she looked good, or at least she just felt good.

hot and cold lunch.

Hot and cold lunches. Pretty simple right? To Kindergarteners, not really. My mom took the time to explain both hot and cold lunches. "A hot lunch is a lunch you receive at school. A cold lunch you bring it from home." No one knew if they had a lunch in their backpack. So, they take a trip out to the hallway to check each backpack. They understood now. So, she starts the roll and asks them, "Hot or cold?" Everyone is doing good until she gets to a certain student, and she said, "Hot or Cold?" "Weeeeeellllll....." said the student and holding his head like this was the hardest question ever. "It's not really cold, and I believe it's not really that hot. I think... I think it is lukewarm."

haha. so, he sounds stupid but he is actually thinking too much. his lunch was lukewarm. somebody get that boy an ice pack for his lukewarm lunch!

one fly, two flies, no flies.

I thought I should start blogging again. Yesterday at school, there was a pet fly in my room. Well there was another one, but I hated that one because it would land on my head incessantly. The class started talking about the fly no. 2, the annoying one, and there was a couple girls who said, "Don't kill our pet fly!!" huh? "What do you mean you have a pet fly?" I said. So they go on to explain that they have been taking care of a fly that one of the boys had broken it's wing and the legs were mangled for two days. They named it and then they showed me where the fly was located. She brought it over to her desk. We all crowded around this littly fly and it was just chillin' by a little pool of water she made from droplets off her water bottle. The wing was bent and it was just lying there. Me and this other kid, (btw... my favorite student) looked at the fly closely and felt bad for it for a split second. I said sit down and while I read aloud the girl looked up what flies like to eat. So before recess she said that they like to eat saliva and blood and wanted to know if she could go to the restroom and spit in her hand for the fly. I told her she had a very compassionate heart which I liked about her, but no she may not spit in her hand to fead the dying, broken fly. I never saw the fly again. It probably has a mansion in my room somewhere. who knows. It even had a name. The fly we hated so much is definitely gone too.

LOL

question. today i wrote lol after i ACTUALLY laughed out loud. how many times do you write lol when you didn't laugh out loud. A little chuckle inside your brain is not a laugh out loud.