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Monday, January 26th, 2009
11:13 pm	Clue by Four? ( 1) Fellow [10:02 P.M.]: are you online ( 2) Me [10:03 P.M.]: Let it go. ( 3) Fellow [10:03 P.M.]: let wHAT GO ( 4) Me [10:04 P.M.]: it = anything having to do with me ( 5) Fellow [10:04 P.M.]: I had to get a new computer, mine crashed ( 6) Fellow [10:04 P.M.]: what is up with you ( 7) Fellow [10:05 P.M.]: My computer has been down for a week, I just got one today ( 8) Me [10:06 P.M.]: Think all the horrible, "she's nuts...she's unfair" things you want. I don't want to communicate with you anymore. Not to point out that I've seen you in my buddylist at earlier points, not to point out that you have my cell phone number and could have called if you wanted to alert me to anything. Just tell yourself that I'm not worth it. You can be right. I don't mind. ( 9) Fellow [10:07 P.M.]: I lst your cell phone number when my computer crashed [I almost answered this one because he assured me the second time I gave him this number that he had written it down] (10) Fellow [10:07 P.M.]: I was getting a roof on teh house this week (11) Fellow [10:08 P.M.]: I did get online at [his work] to change my passwords one day, I don't remember when, maybe Friday [backtrack number one] (12) Fellow [10:08 P.M.]: I was on AOL there for a minute (13) Fellow [10:08 P.M.]: the last day it worked it only worked a few minutes (14) Fellow [10:10 P.M.]: I have been workin on getting back online tonight, I have VISTA, and it is new to me, I have been trying to get into my bank account to check it, and I was on aol and didn't even know it for a while tonight (15) Fellow [10:10 P.M.]: I don't have a buddy list (16) Fellow [10:11 P.M.]: Your phone number was on a phone list in my doccuments on teh computer that crashed (17) Fellow [10:11 P.M.]: I don't have it, if I had called you on my cell phone I would, but I never called you on my cell phone [Then why did we discuss what cell plans we had during our first conversation and how it was on the weekend and didn't matter for either of us? Even so, who has to be called on a cell phone first in order to put a number on said cell phone?] (18) Fellow [10:12 P.M.]: I am sending IMs in a box two inches square, I hate this aol .com shit (19) Fellow [10:13 P.M.]: give me your number so I can call. my eyes can't take this small print and I canchange it (20) Fellow [10:15 P.M.]: or call me, you should have my number (21) Fellow [10:17 P.M.]: I was having trouble with my computer , I got it fixes, adn then it crashed a final time (22) Fellow [10:21 P.M.]: are ou still there (23) Fellow [10:21 P.M.]: I can't see, the new keyboard is black and and hard to see (24) Fellow [10:22 P.M.]: if I had your phone number I would call you now (25) Fellow [10:25 P.M.]: If you saw me n you buddy list you should have IM ed me, why should I have to be the one to start every conversation, I don't like doing that all teh time, I feel like I am being a pest if I am the only one that starts IM's [But you don't feel like a pest sending messages 9 - 25 after reading "I don't want to communicate with you anymore" and without a response over the course of almost 20 minutes?] (26) Fellow [10:27 P.M.]: Oh yes, I was online at my daughters house one night, I was paying bill online, I was on this aol.com shit, I don't know it very well. [backtract number two] (27) Fellow [10:28 P.M.]: if you are there, send me your phone number (28) Fellow [10:30 P.M.]: not only was my coumputer down, my cable TV has been in and out, I have had a bad week, it is very lonely here, I have no one to talk to (29) Fellow [10:30 P.M.]: I have no one, I have nothing (30) Fellow [10:30 P.M.]: my life pretty much sucks (31) Fellow [10:31 P.M.]: and those who I thought were my friends, are not (32) Fellow [10:35 P.M.]: not that you give a fuck, but I am supposed to go in for surgery tomorrow, but I am not going, I have to have a driver if I go, I refuse to have to ask anyone to go with me [Hey, I live many states away from you. We've never met IRL. You have a scheduled surgery but haven't gotten a driver by 10:35 the night before, how would my giving a fuck make a difference?] (33) Fellow [10:37 P.M.]: thanks for nothing [Think nothing of it. Really. That's what I asked of you waaaaaaay up to there.] Fellow signed off at 10:37 P.M. (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 16th, 2006
2:32 pm	Karma My son wasn't going to tell me. His World History grade was so good for the first term, and his current grades just as good, so he wasn't going to fail the course just because he didn't do a video project worth two test grades. He wouldn't have the B we had expected. Probably a C; maybe a D+. He wasn't going to tell me, but he finally came to his senses. I woulda kilt him. The problem was a lack of a camcorder. His dad's is broken. His project partner thought her aunt would loan them hers. His friend's mom said, "No way." His teacher said "Not my problem." Now, if he had asked me from the get-go, I could have requisitioned one from the computer lab, but the first-come, first-served nature meant that I was too late, and he has until Monday to get it done. They've chosen the subject; they've written the script; they've got an eighteen-frame storyboard. The script and storyboard must be turned in with the video project, but they will not be accepted without the video. So, I decided on one of his big-ticket items for Christmas. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 30th, 2006
7:35 pm	One More Year I've been writing and writing and writing and writing. Whew! Once school was out, I thought I'd be working around the house and occasionally pulling out the school materials so that I'd be ready to rock and roll when the next school year started. However, a workshop changed my focus. I'd signed up for a workshop on how to help students pass the language subset of the Alabama High School Graduation Exam. The county English subject area supervisor presented that day, and she told me in front of the other attendees that she was 100% aware of my writing of worksheets and practice tests and a preparation booklet for this test on the AHSGE. Not only is she aware of my writing, she knows that the conflict of interest problem keeps me from marketing it. She told me straight up that when I retire in late May, she expects to see me in her office ready to sell my materials to the entire county. We're talking some 2,000+ consumables every year, and the teacher materials may be bought by individual teachers with state fee money as well as administrative purchases by high schools and middle schools. I'm pushing myself to have a minimum of five practice sheets, a pretest, test, re-teaching exercise, and extra test for each of the nineteen skills. That would be 171 pages right there, but some of the skills require far more. The Commonly Confused Words skill, for example, has sixty sets of confused words. It runs forty-two pages by itself. Then, there are the answer keys, the suggested answers for the Clarity, Precision, Vivid Description rewrite exercises, the Teacher Note pages to explain the presentation for each skill. But, if I can get all this punched out by the end of December, I can spend the second semester exploring the possibility of a website so that teachers in other states can take a look at individual skill sets, if not the whole package. I'm pumped. Inside, there's a Dean scream going on. [Updates journal. Dances back to AHSGE file.] (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 28th, 2006
6:21 pm	I'm in the comment section of this post at Den of the Biting Beaver. Yeah, yeah, it's not as AsWhoKnows, but if you're here, you know the commenting name. When Dubhe "assigned" this, I became energized, engaged, excited. I read political blogs and see how the inept response to trollish behavior helps them escalate their behavior. On occasion, I've seen the slashing wit or uncounterable logic of other responses simply eviscerate a troll. Once, I was able to do it myself, and the "Oh snap!" of the next response was delightful. I thought to myself: "With trollish behavior being so much more prevalent with male dismissal of the female, this ought to be good!" I must admit that my disappointment with the very first response (after the high of the energized, engaged, excited me) led to a more profane response to Mandos than it otherwise might have. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Monday, May 22nd, 2006
6:41 pm	The Prisoner of Zenda I'm proud of this test. I went online looking for things others had written about the novel and found only a elementary level one-pager that included a cloze exercise that was ridiculous. The words that were to go in the blanks included "bridge" and "moat"! Who knows? Somebody might find this one and like it much better. ( Read more... ) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 8th, 2006
8:24 pm	Boys Will Be Boys, Sez Who? Students who have special needs in a mainstream classroom may be placed in an inclusion class; that is, a second teacher--who may be the adjunct to the regular classroom teacher, a co-teacher, a primary for the students so identified, or a teacher who works with anyone who needs the assistance (special education identified or not). I've been kinda confused on how to incorporate another adult into my classroom after twenty-eight years of doing it on my own, but I think having another adult in the room is teaching me plenty of things. Each year with an inclusion teacher leads to my getting it done better the next year. Unfortunately, some students have gotten the idea that the inclusion teacher is not a "real" teacher. I won't let a student say anything disrespectful to an inclusion teacher in my hearing; I don't even wait to find out if she (no he's for me so far--although there is one in other classes) will handle it herself or wants me to step in. Later on, after we talk privately, if she wants to tell the student that she has gone to bat for him/her, that's fine, but there is no way a student in my presence shows disrespect to a hardworking, highly qualified, certified teacher who takes a secondary role while in the room with me. They may take a secondary role, but they're not secondary women. Hell, I'm next to positive that one of them takes home a higher salary than I do, and both of them know much more about their special needs kids. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Friday, May 5th, 2006
6:28 pm	Some Things Don't End I did all that stuff described in the Teacher's Aside below...and more the day after I wrote that post. Today I got a letter from the kid's dad--a letter I couldn't stand to put into my bag to bring home. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Friday, April 28th, 2006
10:35 pm	Teacher's Aside: Blood Pressure UP I decided to give in on something today, and now I have to go through the five stages of grief. Actually, I went through Denial and Bargaining with the administration and parental response because I simply couldn't understand why I wasn't being heard. The Depression has been dealt with in the constant questioning a teacher hears in his/her own head when there is a student/parent complaint. Why is this child telling only part of the story? Why are the parents believing this abbreviated version when they signed the project sheet that had all this information on it? What does it take to reach some of these kids anyhow? Oh geeze, what will this kid's future be if she gets away with crap like this now? I'm at anger now, and it's not going away. So, let's see if I can explain coherently here--I obviously did not earlier today. But it's going to be long, so at this point, I'm sure a cut is called for. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Friday, March 24th, 2006
4:31 pm	Teacher's Aside: Outside Fun (No...Education. No...FUN) The last day of each quarter in my school system is a half day for students. For the third quarter, that half day was last Friday, and I since I had gotten with an enthusiastic PTSA president who offered her presence (Wow!!) on that day as well as organizational jobs beforehand, I announced to the kids that we'd have a project that would take us out of the classrooms from 9:00 to 11:38, when they'd be dismissed for lunch (if they wished to go to the cafeteria) before the final noon dismissal. Students had to submit a paper-sized editorial cartoon that rated a passing grade in order to be involved. Then they had to find one of the thirty-seven students who had grade A cartoons to team up. (Since some of the thirty-seven wanted to be on a team to produce someone else's excellent cartoon, there were teams that chose the "leftovers.") So, last Friday, eighty eighth graders were outside on the ultimate in gorgeous Alabama days: spring had deigned to visit us a little early to show off the greening that she's so good at. Both the white and the salmon azaleas in front of the school were in bloom. Geese were calling from the pond across the street. City workers in rumbling trucks honked and waved and we shouted and waved back. The kids were allowed to be out of uniform, and not a single one of them tried to cross the line of the relaxed dress code. (Out of uniform--monster selling point #1.) They said "Thank you" for the fruit drink and granola bar snack. (No break on a half day, but they had one--monster selling point #2.) They organized and outlined and colored and analyzed their problems and solved them as they listened to their tunes. (Electronics allowed outside--monster selling point #3.) They produced these oversized cartoons so well that EVERY adult who saw them walked away highly impressed. The principal told the the custodian that he didn't have to wash them away after all--a delightful thumbs up. And a number of students, who thought they were doing this because it was fun, realized that they had learned something and produced something. Now there can be a new definition of "fun" for some of them. One of my colleagues said, "You're trying to show us up, aren't you?" (I never SAID that I wouldn't make a hallway display of the examples that she had for her last project, but I think that she'd done her own compare/contrast exercise.) The kids did a cleanup job that met my perfectionist expectations said "Thank you" again when parent volunteers carried pizza boxes with canned drinks atop them to each group. (Pizza for eighth graders is a "duh" selling point--way beyond monster.) I thought that they'd be complaining that we didn't serve them fast enough or something, but they willingly left their activities (touch football and drawing in chalk on blue jeans, for example) and sat chatting as we froze our fingers pulling the chilled cans out of slushy water and placed them atop warm pizza boxes. I thought it was a lovely day. I yelled a few times, but so what? The PTSA president was not happy that the city had not delivered the four pavilion tents that she'd arranged, but so what? I yelled a few more times, but so what? I forgot to make one of the stickers allowing dismissal for one of the students, but I wrote him a note, so--so what? I know that if I do this again, I'll get with the soccer coach so we can have water outside rather than going back into the building, but so what? I'll wear a hat (to have no sunburn worries if the pavilions don't show up), but so what? I had a wonderful time. The kids had a wonderful time. My volunteers (including the sweetheart inclusion teacher who starts the day with me) had a wonderful time. I arranged something that was dinner table conversation that night. That conversation--it has always been the hallmark of successful teaching for me. Anyone who doesn't agree? So what? (Comment on this)
3:34 pm	If his pals put him out there, what do they expect? John Aravosis at Americablog (along with so many on left-leaning blogs) has posted a number of things about the Ben Domenech hiring as the Red America blogger for the Washington Post. And as young Mr. Domenech has now resigned (less than two days after the first "Hey, this is plagiarism!" post went up), I've seen comments that the big, bad liberal blogs went after this poor unfortunate conservative boy of twenty-four. But John points out that that poor unfortunate conservative boy of twenty-four had been lauded and rewarded and propped up by the conservative machine: As an aside I have to say that Ben was hardly an anomaly. He's the founder of one of the top conservative blogs, was an editor at the top conservative publishing house (Regnery), was a White House employee, and a top speechwriter family-values US Senator Cornyn. He isn't the worst of the Republican crop, he IS the Republican crop. He is typical of Republican bloggers, and is typical of Republicans. That's why they defended him so heartily last night on the blogs - they know Ben and they love Ben for who he is: a typical family values conservative who tells others how to live their lives while refusing to live under the same rules. If you're reading this but don't know the first specifics of the plagiarism tornado that has swept Ben Domenech out onto the sidewalk in front of the WaPo building, you might want to check FleetAdmiralJ at Daily Kos. It's not that he did the initial work; he just put them in one place for a "whew!" review. (There have been a couple of others he did not update since the resignation.) (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 16th, 2006
11:05 pm	Lessons from a Pathetic Scum Sucker Throughout history, a subset of teenagers has always been capable of existing on the same level as diarrhea-laden toilet paper. I'm thankful that it is a subset, and thankful that most of those in it have a modicum of desire to keep their tendencies hidden. Oh, it's a sly, self-serving desire to avoid proof of their worthlessness made apparent, of course, but it keeps me from having to hear vile garbage drip from their sneering lips--unless they are careless. My teenaged son doesn't have that luxury; he hears it on a daily basis. And while he's not always above it himself (I've had some of my most memorable ravings after overhearing his careless moments), the diversity in his circle of friends demonstrate to me that he's not insular enough to be wedded to that mindset. I can hardly tell you how grateful I am for that. One of my boyo's friends died early this morning. The alarm went off; the young man's still younger sister got up and turned on a heater of some sort to knock the chill out of the air, and she left the room. A strange noise attracted her attention and she went back into the room to find flames already licking up the wall to the ceiling. She ran to her brother's room and "knocked on the door," said the news reports; then, in fear and shock, she ran from the mobile home. It was only a matter of seconds later--not more than two minutes, it appears--that two muted booms followed by a loud third hailed a neighbor from her home across the street to see virtually the entire trailer in flames. My son's friend, they consider, was blocked by the flames from exiting through his door, and a nailed-in window unit air conditioner blocked the only window in the room. The speculation is that his sister's knock didn't rouse him; the belief is that he succumbed to smoke inhalation; the fervent hope is that he didn't have time to suffer. To keep rumors from running rampant, the school announced his death to the student body over the PA system. My son dropped his head into his hands as he began to weep for his friend, and someone nearby said, "Hey, he's crying." Then my son heard an answering voice: "Yeah, he was friends with that faggot." I wish I had been in that classroom. I wish I had been there with a baseball bat. I wish I could put piss-inducing fear into that kid for every moment of his life that he continues to entertain this abhorrent, dismissive mindset--even if he lives another sixty-seven years, ten months, sixteen days, seven hours, twenty-four minutes, and fifty-two seconds. I wish I had secretly wired my boyo for sound and had a tape of that meatbag with shit for brains spewing his flatulence so that I could play it for everyone he'd ever meet who might entertain a twinge of respect for him. What I really wish is that he would wake up tonight, trembling and in a cold sweat, realizing that one day people who love him might hear of his death and then, while the grief was still a raw wound without the thinnest of scabs, overhear others call him names. Overhear them reducing him to only that aspect that they found contemptible. And he would realize the worst part: while he had denegrated one young man after his death for something he did not control--his sexual orientation, those scornful of him would be commenting on his inhumanity, his indifference to sorrow, his utter asshole personality--unquestionably chosen and controlled. I met this friend only once, so my memory of him will always be coupled with the pathetic idiot in that classroom. I'm glad my son has more memories that will shoulder aside the impact of that...that.... I hate it when my vocabulary fails me. (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 11th, 2006
2:34 pm	Justification? Ginmar has posted about a horrible, horrible assault that a young woman lived and then repeatedly relived as the judicial system took its toll. She was treated as incapable of human feeling during her rape. Then once in the public arena of two trials, the defense considered her human feelings of fear and the desire to avoid pain or frustration--considered them in order to prey upon them, not to avoid them. Finally, when the three young men were convicted and standing at the bar of justice to receive their sentences, two of them CALLED upon her human feeling as something owed to them. "I didn't mean to cause you pain," they said. The whole story is manipulation throughout: Ignore the person to manipulate the helpless body first. Continue seeing the person as weak upon the realization that you've got to deal with her responses. Then the final straw: when finally stripped of power to cause her pain, call on her ability to empathize--the most obvious ability the attacker has proved NOT to have. "I didn't mean to..." must have the highest standards of evidence to back it up, and the standards in this case were nonexistent. But "I didn't mean to..." is easy if one ignores the standards, and nowadays we seem to do that easily. The phrase requires the person hearing it to do the work of putting the circumstances, the actions, and the results into context in order to accept or reject it. And, if it's rejected, "I didn't mean to..." allows the perpetrator to step entirely AWAY from the action that started the whole thing! At that point, he can whine that the rejection is brought about by a lack of empathy or understanding. It makes the perpetrator better than the victim: "She's reacting negatively; she can't put herself in anyone else's shoes because she's consumed with anger and hate. I can understand that, and I hope she'll come around in time." It's the ultimate in one who is vile being able to use another's well-grounded disbelief to set himself up as more capable of growth than the victim. I've been thinking, wondering what a worthwhile apology would sound like in such a situation. None of it could even reference justification. None of it would ask any effort of understanding or empathy from the victim. I'm inclined to conclude that I wouldn't want to hear anything at all. A rapist wouldn't be capable of being a rapist if he could truly mean the words I'd want to hear. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
11:50 pm	See What I Do to Pitiful Eighth Graders I think I write worksheets with much higher difficulty levels than those in the textbook/workbook we've adopted. If you've got any insight on comparable eighth grade work out there, could you let me know if I'm hopelessly underestimating? (These are sample sentences from the skill diagnostic. Students may use the dictionary, but I have not yet discussed usage.) 1. As I concentrated on my book, I was aware of the nearby conversation but not (conscience/conscious) of its content. 2. A psychopath's lack of (conscience/conscious) is demonstrated in his indifference to morality and in antisocial behavior. (I know...it's passive voice.) 3. Pat has a clear (conscience/conscious); he had nothing to do with the theft. 4. Our mayor appointed a new (councilor/counselor/consular) to head up the building committee. 5. One has the right to (council/counsel/consul) when arrested in the United States. 6. During his voyages, Odysseus received (council/counsel/consul) from Athena. 7. He got his just (deserts/desserts) for his greed. (Most often missed due to the figurative language.) 8. (Desert/Dessert) can also be a term used for the Antarctic, which is barren due to extremely dry air over its frozen surface. 9. That formal silverware set contains a (desert/dessert) forks and spoons. 10. Superstitions began when ignorant people took (discreet/discrete) events and connected them to "prove" bad luck. 11. She bought (discreet/discrete) articles of clothing that she could mix and match for a new look each day. 12. The latest lottery winner soon became (discreet/discrete) about her travel plans. 13. The (dual/duel) impact of his uppercut and jab quickly had his opponent reeling. 14. Modern American politics is mainly a (dual/duel) party system, but the addition of other parties is possible. 15. "Now we (dual/duel) to the death!" shouted the boy, waving his plastic sword. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
10:49 pm	From http://thisficklemob.livejournal.com. If you agree, post it in your LJ and spread it around. I would have an abortion. The circumstances under which I would, might, have, or might have chosen to have an abortion are nobody's business but mine and those I choose to tell. They are not the business of any government. I do not accept the proposition that either the state or my sexual partner(s) should have any say over when and if I choose to bear a child. I do not accept any sovereignty over my body and my reproductive organs but my own. If faced with the situation, I will do everything feasible to help other women and girls I know exercise their rights to safely terminate a pregnancy if they so choose. When a state treats women and girls as chattel, it is they that commit a crime. ** If you agree, please place the preceding paragraph in your journal. Then use the following link to send a message to South Dakota's governor: Planned Parenthood's take action page. And thanks. I do agree. It's as simple as that. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
12:17 am	Katrina, George Hardly Knew Ya (Not) Today we discover videotaped proof that Rex, the Lord of Misrule who reigned over the 2006 Mardi Gras in New Orleans, was cleverly disguised as Paul McIlhenny (yes, of Tabasco pepper sauce fame) but was really....George Bush! Krewes organize and fundraise and communicate virtually year round for the chaos; George easily and nonchalantly shows 'em all up as pikers; he just claims that he and his fedrul guvmint were all quiverin' in the starting blocks to take on the chaos of Katrina. Six months later and time for the celebration...voila! Well (she said darkly), he started out with a huge number of floats, didn't he? ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
11:06 pm	Area Oddity I grew up on the eastern shore of Mobile Bay, and we have a gift from nature that I'd bet you've never heard of, and you probably won't believe unless you Google. (But just in case you're lazy, I've done it for you.) I'd had my sixteenth birthday about two weeks before the 5 a.m. call from Aunt Jean. The phone woke me, of course, and I figured it was a jubilee, but it was also a weekday. Dad was already up to dress for his ninety mile drive to work in Pensacola, so I figured that he'd tell Aunt Jean that we couldn't make it. Mom would go as backup for Dad, but she wasn't interested in wading in to catch 'em herself. My brother would have looked disgusted for the split second of awareness before he fell back to sleep. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 21st, 2006
7:00 pm	Teacher's Aside: Communication Reversal I have a list of sixty sets of commonly confused words that are listed for use on the Alabama High School Graduation Exam, and we study them in groups of five sets. This week's set includes complement/compliment, and as I explained the second, one of the students said "You look marvelous, Ms. H" in the best eighth grade, smart-alec, "I feel safe with you" manner. I smiled and replied, "Oh, thank you" in the return sarcastic, "I know you're skirting the edge, but it's all right because it's clever" reply. The other students laughed. But still another student said, as the chuckles died down, "I think she's fugly." The comment carried from his seat four desks back and three rows to the left of where I stood at the whiteboard. The eyes of students around him went wide, and their head swiveled as if pulled by strings to stare at him. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 19th, 2006
1:10 pm	An Individual Basis On the last day of January, a seventh grader turned in a one-page essay entitled "A Perfect Day." By the second day of February, the essay had been read by his teacher, his principal, the police, and the Secret Service. And now, at the end of February, an update on the story doesn't exist. I've been watching for one; I've searched Google for one. No one can ignore the possibility of danger if middle school kids, juiced up on hormones and teenaged angst if nothing else, are sending out the "cry for help" that such a writing may be. But just as we have to step carefully because we're dealing with the possibility of danger from adolescents, we also have to step carefully because we're dealing with adolescents. Yes, that's right. Strike out the "possibility of danger" in the first half, and you're presented with the opposite response in the second. I don't know if this kid's essay was a cry for help. If it met that classification, I'm glad he's obviously going to get it. But let me tell you why I don't think he was a harm to others--but others have harmed him. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 18th, 2006
6:54 pm	Teacher's Aside: I Laughed My first year of teaching was 7th grade English in northwest Mississippi. Someone in a chatroom once responded to that information with "omg...that has to be SO like teaching English in a third-world country for the Peace Corps." It's funny that I still don't know exactly how I feel about that comment. Yes, Mississippi 7th graders don't have the reputation of being linguistically sophisticated, but there are double negatives, subject-verb disagreements, and the like floating around throughout the United States. I both appreciate the recognition of the difficulty of my job and resent the implication of third-world status for the part of the country I love. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
6:33 pm	Never Stop Learning Well, here goes nothing. You are a true nature girl! Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by Quizilla I've friended someone; I've done an LJ cut. Now I've tried to copy and paste to show something from a "quiz." If this doesn't work, I'll learn how to delete a post, so it's no big loss. Oh, and I DON'T think that I am a true nature girl! (4 Comments |Comment on this)