May 18, 2009

I love writing in my journal, because I can look back throughout the years and remember what situations were happening and how I've grown or changed in my thought processes.
I stumbled upon this entry:

"okay dreams:
I was using the Fresh Prince's toilet and I was trying to flush it so I kept flushing it BUT things kept coming out like-- a nalgene (i kept it), a plastic sheet."

Yep, these are the sorts of things I am glad I can look back on.

can you speak up, please?

So, I have lost my voice. It's really raspy and when I try to say a sentence, my voice cracks, kind of like a boy going through puberty. One of my roommates told me I sounded 'pathetic'. This is a true statement, I do.
It has definitely been an interesting 2 days teaching without a voice.

My Geometry students handled my lack of voice well today. Some students asked me if I would sign to them. So I did. I taught them the motions for boy, lamp, awesome, and my favorite, diarrhea (they really liked that one).

happy tuesday!

As I walk over to a group of boys in my classroom to redirect them towards the problems they are to be working on, I become part of this conversation:

student: i could never be a girl, they have too much hair
me: you could always just buzz your head if you didn't like your hair
student: WHAT?! and be like Britney Spears?
me: I am so glad you just said that

between a rock and a hard place

...well, kind of, but really not.
You see, I have one more day of work until Thanksgiving Break. I had decided that tonight I would be very productive and get a lot of things done, like all my planning and grade entered so I could enjoy break to its fullest. So, I sat down in the living room, getting ready to watch Oprah's Ultimate Favorite Things Part 2 and I get on the computer to access my grade book and all of my school files electronically and the server is down! So there is really no way for me to do any of the planning or entering that I had anticipated. So now, I am sitting in my house by myself, eating icing, waiting for Dancing with the Stars to come on at 7pm.

I've been 'googling' a lot of things this evening.
For instance:
I've been scouting out the prices of mixers---I REALLY WANT ONE. I am really scared to buy one though, because they're EXPENSIVE.
I would get this one:


It's a silver metallic 5-quart artisan mixer. IT'S SO PRETTY.

It's weird, because I typically don't like 'things' and there aren't a whole lot of items I really want so, i'm still on the fence with this purchase. i do want to black-friday-it-up, but, there's a good chance i'll chicken out with this buy.

in other news, Nancy Drew has taken a HUGE back seat. I miss her. I'm currently reading another type of mystery novel about a girl named Mary Russell--and get this--the novel features Sherlock Holmes!! it is SO COOL. Mary meets Sherlock (who in the book knows he is a fictional character, but he's real) and they solve mysteries together. So I've realized that I really like mystery novels.

Also, Young Life is freaking awesome.


Also, I think this picture is funny (as you can tell, I am bored...I'm rambling AND inserting pictures)


Melissa, Me, Danny

oh my

So school has been very interesting/tiring/stressful.
The students are very tired (and so are the teachers!), they haven't had a day off of school YET, so they are definitely dragging. While most things are overwhelming at school, I'm trying to keep in mind the little things that make the day a little bit more fun.

For instance, here is a conversation I had with a student after the break dancing club made their appearance at school:
Me: So, how did you like the assembly?
Girl: it was awesome. the boys were sexy. I mean, Ms. Ebberts, don't you think they were fine?
Me: Uh...
Girl: It's okay Ms. Ebberts, for a teacher, you can think students are fiiine. don't you think that boy was fine? Wasn't he sexy?
Me: Uh...I don't really think about students in that way...

And...
Student: Ms. Ebberts, you would look really good with gauged ears.
Me: Why thank you?

why i love teaching

Days like today are why I love me job.

In Geometry, I had students work in groups on the chalkboard to find the area of a regular nonagon.

Here is a conversation I was a part of:

(I walk up to check in on a group)
Bobby: I'm going to throw up on you
Me: what did you just say? did you just say you're going to throw up on someone?
Bobby: yeah.
Me: okay, that's what I thought...
(10 seconds later)
Sally: Ms. Ebberts, Katie is being mean, punish her.
Me: what do you want me to do to her?
Katie: FAIL HER.
Me: okay, fine, I'll fail her and then I'll make Bobby throw up all over her. Does that sound good?
The group: EW Ms. Ebberts

getting smart

So, I've been reading several other non-Nancy books. I'm 20 pages from finishing a Jodi Picoult about a boy with Asperger's accused of murder.

Here's what I've learned this week:
forensics is different from florensics. in fact, florensics is not a real word.
and a cockroach can live up to 9 days after its head is cut off