Friday, March 30, 2007

The Lake



I talk about a book each day and today as I was yakking about one, I found within the pages of the book-talk-book an old photo of me and my pal Mary when we were long ago on Stow Lake. I put the pic on the presenter so that it projected to one and all.

"Look at this cool foto," said I.

Sixers laughed and hemmed and hawed.

"What's that in your hand? Is that an action figure?" a sixer asked.

"Yes, he's from the movie Dune," I told them. "I used to take him everywhere."

"What GRADE were you in?" asked another sixer.

"I was in college," I answered. The sixers looked at each other and did some eyebrow raising. The photo made the rounds of the classroom a few times and as I was moving on to the etymology of the word "ludicrous," one sixer said, "I like how you look now better."

I thought that was nice Because Mary and I looked quite pleasant indeed in that foto.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

The Diss


The diss has been frustrating for several months now. I finally had a meltdown last week and have decided to simplify the upcoming road considerably. The diss is so close to being done, but I've fooled around with analyzing a massive chunk of data for six months and I am pretty sure the last .5 year has been wasted energy. I guess that's all part of the game. I accept this, but I'm beginning again with a new, simpler, more sensible scheme. Wish me luck. Part of my new plan is pretending that I can't live past September unless the diss is done. The rough draft anyway. I will be killed come September, if the diss is not done. That's got to be somewhat motivating, I should think.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

The Pencil


There were some issues at the compound yesterday. Last period was riotous. I kept ringing the stupid chimes, but sixers milled and mingled utterly disregarding me. Then there was a commotion in the hallway that needed attending. I walked out and heard screaming in the boy's bathroom. Walked in there to find boys kicking around a pair of boxers that allegedly had poop in them. Yelled at boys to get back to class. Reaming out the entire class about wasted time, disrespect, patience running out blah blah blah when one sixer has the temerity to stand up and start walking across the room with an unsharpened pencil. Ignoring my glare and my finger pointing back at his desk, he tells me with a sneer, "But I need to sharpen my pencil." I point again. He returns to seat. Two minutes later, I wrap up the ream and start trying to transition into a talk about Whitman's I Hear America Singing when I happen to walk by pencil boy's desk and notice that he has SIX sharpened pencils in his binder pocket right in front of him. Reaming Part 2 ensues. Part 2 involves some especially unkind words on my part that I've come to regret. But only slightly.

Friday, March 16, 2007

The Jerks


Some guy just wrote a book about dealing with jerks at work. He said to either stay away from the jerk, or ignore the jerk. This is the advice we give to kids at school about "bullies." But why don't we call school bullies "jerks" or "assbites?" I think labelling them this way would really cut down on the problem. It could be a way to prevent the workjerk problem in the future as well.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

The Turtles


This is so weird. 2 people sent me pictures of turtles within the last 24 hours. What the heck is going on?
foto credits: lewison and jw. Who took which picture, you ask? Only time will tell.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

The Diss


I finished something today. Because I only work on the diss for a few minutes each day, I rarely get to the end of anything. But get to the end of something I did. That analysis of a the ten sentence paragraph? Stick a fork in it.

p.s. Aren't these orchids beautiful? I grew them all.

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Sunday, March 11, 2007

The Haddon


Mark Haddon's book filled up my first day of spring break. I haven't finished a book in 3 centuries, so I'm pleased with myself and with him. Spot of Bother. You may want to add it to your to do list. Now I'm on to the Calamity of Physics, thanks to Sister Woman and Kate who have been sending me good books to read. We've decided to open up the deck this Friday. So please come on over around 4 or so and have some bevvies and some snacks. Husbandman reports that there is no way the tree debris from the ice storms can be removed by Friday, so please ignore the wreckage. And the broken birdfeeder because of the stupid squirrel that jumped on it too many times. Just don't look around too much, okay.

Friday, March 09, 2007

The Break


I get addled the week before a vacation. The hyperactivity of the sixers and cincos makes me nervous. All day I struggle to maintain a pleasant tone as I urge students to focus on learning. "Please stop standing on that table." "Please don't hurl your backpack into his face, that could hurt." "Please remove the "Danger Zone" sign you've taped to my classroom door." "Please try to stop screaming out the number of minutes until the bell rings while we're discussing an Alfie Kohn article. I find it distracting."
I want to keep everyone alive and reasonably happy until spring break comes, but it's a challenge. One more day.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

The Who


Husbandman and #1 Son are seeing the Who tonight. Teen Daughter and I are yakking about life's little oddities. She got cast in her high school's production of a play called The Diviners. She'll be Norma. Seems like everyone's having more fun than me lately. I'll be remedying that situation pdq. Spring break's four days away.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

The Hell


Compound's been a living hell this week. Sixers and cincos have been hyper but they're not the problem. It's a bunch of other nonsense plaguing me. I've been analyzing stanza 6 of revision 2 for a week. Yesterday I finally finished that up. And Husbandman assures me that the goal of his life today is to increase my happiness. If you live in town, check out the quilt show. It cheered me up after a downer week. But now I'm thinking of becoming a quilter. Which is probably going to be hard.