The beginning of March has been quite unproductive. I have made significantly large piles of assignments, lab equipment, dishes, mortgage forms, bills, bottles, ashes, clothes, and a sticky mess of chocolate mint syrup spilled by unknown cat in smelly basement. However, today, I have cleaned up said syrup mess and thought about the above mentioned piles and prioritized them.
My students may have changed their minds about me, I may actually have a little more energy and a lot more jokes in the classroom this quarter. We are always laughing. Field trip next week and it always the part of the year that the kids start to make connections with all the lame assignments I give all year and how they apply to the actual environment. We also have a good time. It is supposed to rain, but we won't melt. They also just had sports night, where the classes (Srs, Jrs, Soph, Freshies) compete for silly games. They sit in areas in the gym and chant taunts at one another. They played crab soccer, bat relay, rope climbing, blind volleyball, etc. The dance team are the referees. It appears the most important thing was how much of your belly you were willing to expose to write your class on the belly 2008! Some of my students started out with one letter on each of their shirts to spell out SENIORS. By the end of the evening they spelled IRS ONE! I thought this hilarious.
Also, team ironhorse has the 9th highest score this year from our trivia league. But we did lose quite dramatically last night being tied for 2nd at halftime and then bombing all the remaining questions. Science teachers lost on Xyphoid process ? and Einsteins birthplace ?, English teachers misspelled aneurysm (aneurism is wrong).
Heading to a colleagues 40th bday party tonight with a "Casino Night" theme. Ice luge for shots, a tornado of cash, roulette, poker, craps, deep fried turkeys, etc. Should be fun, but it is in PA.
End of long post, it appears the mid of march has turned things around a bit, and no matter how often I wash them, my hands still smell like chocolate mint.
2 comments:
I love the bellies of the seniors. And the bellies of the IRS. May your students make ever-more connections and your hands always smell of mint!
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