Saturday, March 06, 2010
Sometimes we need to eat something we don't like, to remind ourselves we don't like it.
DH loves donuts - sometimes I think I'm married to Homer Simpson, he does the same "uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh, DOOOOOOOOOOOOOnuts" and practically drools all over himself. (Really!)
So today, at brunch, after his eggs and bagel and home fries, he got what he calls a cruller, but really is just a stick of donut - chunk of dough rolled long, fried, covered in glaze. He always offers me a bite.
Today, it just looked good. I know I don't need a donut, I'd eaten (eggs and multigrain roll and half an order of home fries) - but it just looked good.
So I took a bite. And all I tasted was grease, days old grease, permeating the whole thing. YUCK!!!!!!
I remembered why I don't like donuts. I don't taste dough, or sugar - all I taste is the grease. Not even butter, just old grease that probably could lubricate a fleet of cars.
Anyway, I won't be tasting one of those again for a long long time.
Friday, March 05, 2010
I've been working on the paperwork for the summer class I'll be attending. I had to sign a Code of Conduct, a Hold Harmless Agreement, get a doctor to sign paperwork saying I'm mentally healthy and can handle living overseas for a month (duh, I LIVE overseas!), all kinds of stuff. Each form has room for parents/guardians to sign if the student is under 18 yrs of age.
It seems so unreal. I've attended various programs overseas, for college credit - never did I have to go through all this paperwork.
Makes me wonder what I'm getting myself into!!!!!!!
On the other hand, the staff at the college were very helpful when I explained via email that most insurance companies are unable to sell insurance in the VI unless they are registered as a business here, and that this complicated the air evacuation and repatriation insurance they required - so my contact emailed her risk management officer, who contacted legal, who contacted an insurance company, who said they'd cover me. I'm keeping a copy of the email, since I had to use my father's address in order to do this online - they don't include VI as a state in their menu.
What a hassle. Good thing this is the last class I need to renew my certification - by the time I need another renewal, I'll be retiring.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
As part of the Positive Behavior program, we make a big deal about students who do the right thing. So we have quarterly award programs to recognize honor roll students, perfect attendance, most improved grades, spelling bee and math counts students, etc.
Today, honor roll students were allowed to wear "business attire" instead of the school uniform - kids showed up in suits (boys and girls), slacks and nice shirts, a few dresses, and generally looked very nice. (Two boys were in mini-tuxes, which were very funny.) Most teachers took it seriously and dressed a little nicer than usual - I wore black pants and a black blazer trimmed with beige. (As an art teacher, I tend to dress down since we work with messy stuff.)
The cheerleaders created a cheer - "Today, today, today is award day" and something about "read read read and test test test" - it was funny.
We also had musical selections, a very motivational speech by the former assistant principal (and husband of my BFF), all the usual stuff. Plus parents of honor roll students were invited to attend, so we had a good showing of them, taking pictures, all proud of their kids.
My morning class was either in band/steel band, or on the honor roll - so everyone showed up dressed up. Some felt their outfits were a little too casual, so we had a discussion about what clothing is appropriate for what kind of job - that how you dress as a hairdresser is different than if you own a clothing business, which is different than if you're a judge. I pointed out that I dress down to work with art materials, but today I was dressed as if I was getting a teaching award from the President. I also made them line up in a certain order when we entered the auditorium, explaining that we were making a fashion statement and we wanted to present a cohesive line of clothing. (We all were in black or grey, with touches of white, red, or yellow - it was funny how cohesive we really were.) As art kids, they all totally understood - which also was kind of funny.
The kids even have a nicer-than-usual lunch - turkey, peas and rice, salad bar - and they get to serve themselves instead of walking with a tray that the cafeteria staff plop blobs of food onto.
All in all, a nice morning!!!!
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
My second class comes to me mostly from music, and the largest group comes from steel pan class. Two of the boys never seem to get along, and today they arrived ready to hit each other, they were cussing each others mothers (the worst insult here), on and on. I grabbed the bigger boy, T, and sent him down the corridor to walk it off. When he came back, I sent the other boy, I, out to walk while I talked to T and got his side of the story. We talked, I told him to pretend I is a ghost, but that I'd talk to I. When boy I returned, and had him tell me his side. (He ended up in tears, he's one of those kind of slow and chubby kids who just gets picked on, and he retaliates by picking on people and insulting them before anything even happens.) We talked, I got him calmed down, said I know he gets picked on but I wouldn't let anyone pick on him in my classroom.
Then I called my twins over, J1 and J2. I explained that Switzerland has always been a neutral country, and doesn't get involved in other countries' wars. I asked if they were willing to be like Switzerland - J1 would walk to class with T, J2 would walk to class with I - their job was to keep the two apart and not talking to each other, so they wouldn't get mad and start insulting and fighting and all. The twins are very well-behaved, bright, reasonable guys - and they liked the idea of being Switzerland, so they laughed and readily agreed.
So we'll see how it goes for a few days. Otherwise I'll have to set up "restraining orders" - I tell the two arguing students they HAVE to stay 6 floor tiles away from each other at all times. They like this, plus learn something about the legal system.
But I kind of liked making the guys Switzerland.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
I had a few of my students help me take down the bulletin board featuring African American artists for Black History Month (February).
Then we sorted through my "know the artist" posters and pulled out all the women artists, and will put these up for March. I told the students that March was Women's History Month, so we'll feature women artists.
So one kid says, "When is Men's History Month?"
I looked at him and said "The other ten months of the year."
I don't think he caught the irony and sarcasm.
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