Funny Moments

So I haven't posted in a while, but I plan on changing that. I am not trying to read a list of books for a ridiculous exam any more and apparently grading is not on my list of priorities even though grades are due Monday and there is a HUGE stack awaiting my perusal. I would like to share some of the funnier moments in my life, or rather in my classroom from this semester.

My fourth block is awesome. There are 31 10th graders shoved in into my room that is always too hot thanks to the school district's need to control the flow of money. But my kids find a way to make me smile every day. And for those of you who have ever taught before know this doesn't happen every year. In fact, refer to earlier posts. These kids interact with each other as though we are all family. Each person's eccentricity only adds to the ambiance of the room. Some of my favorite moments:

Colgate and Carlton

One of my girls in this class is always smiling and she has a beautiful smile. She has a few dingy moments, but she knows how to laugh at herself. One of my boys, who reminds me of Carlton off of The Fresh Prince because he is a foot shorter than everyone, but not because he is a nerd, is head over heels in love with her. He constantly picks on her which she retorts, not smiling for once, "You act like I don't have your momma on speed dial." Then she flashes that perfect Colgate smile at him and I see Carlton melt in his seat.

This class has decided my seating chart is arbitrary and Carlton has squirmed his way over next to Colgate. She doesn't complain because he always helps her with the classwork. Today, Carlton mentions how smart Einstein was, to which Colgate gets a confused look on her face and says, "I thought he was the guy who walked around like this," at which she begins pantomiming a zombie walk.

"Um...Colgate. That would be Frankenstein."

Colgate: beautiful smile and "Oh yeah, Mrs. V."

Ellen and Baked Potato

I have a lesbian in this class. She's very open about her lifestyle and respects everyone. She hits on my everyday. I would feel special, but she hits on anyone with female parts. Ellen just wants everyone to feel good about themselves. So if she notices that someone has pretty eyes, she makes sure to tell them. Baked Potato may have a serious crush on me. He gets to class early, brings me chocolate (sometimes a left over baked potato from lunch), and does everything he can to make me smile. At the beginning of the year it was immature stuff, now he has matured into showing me how smart he is by interpreting Julius Caesar. He often sits at my podium in front of the class. One day, Ellen was not feeling well. I kept asking her if she needed to go to the nurse, but she said she would be fine. Towards the end of class BP asks: "Mrs. V, has a student ever asked for your phone number?"

I paused to long to answer this question because Ellen pops her head up and says, "Hey Mrs. V, I lost my number, can I have yours?"

"I see you are feeling better huh Ellen."

Another Carlton Moment

While discussing the background of Greek mythology Carlton notices that his history class keeps coming up in his English classes. Seizing a learning opportunity I said:

"Of course. Just think, history happens because someone had an idea. And what did they do with those ideas? They wrote them down! Then these ideas changed the world through revolutions. All because they wrote down their thoughts."

Carlton: "Not in MLA format they didn't."

Couldn't argue with that.

Tomorrow I will share the "That's What She Said" moments I keep overhearing.

Where in the World...

I’m sitting in a million year old recliner, but I want to be in California. I’m watching reruns of Big Bang (which is set in California), after watching the new episode, and a commercial for California pops up. So I want to be in California beside that dude from Food Network with the bleach blonde hair eating some massive man meal he just cooked with our guest of honor Sheldon Cooper.

People swear parts of California aren’t what they are cracked up to be. According to Tucker Max and Joe, LA is the worst place in the world. As Tucker Max pointed out, there is a reason the reality shows featuring people who are famous for being famous such as Laguna Beach and that other show with all the blondes is set in LA. Joe just thinks LA is dirty. Which doesn’t make sense seeing as all the blondes erupting from there look very clean. “Look” is probably the operative word here.

My sister-in-law swears San Diego is the best place in the world. She lives in Vegas and has traveled all over, so I trust her. Apparently the weather is perfect year round and wine just falls out of the sky straight into your mouth. I’m not a big wine fan, but for perfect weather I could learn to love wine. If I could ensure there would be magic little elves to make my coffee in the morning with fresh ground beans I’d be packed in a second.

The commercials always show a variety of landscapes. I think I would like the variety. Imagine: snow, beaches, deserts, cities, and forests all in one state. Forgetting the fact that it takes several hours to drive from one landscape to the next, I would never be bored. I could skip school on Friday for a hike through the redwoods, spend Saturday snowboarding (I don’t know how to snowboard, but like the wine thing, I’m willing to learn), and then Sunday lounging by a vineyard.

Another thing those commercials always show…famous people! I haven’t met anyone famous yet and I desperately need to meet someone famous. I have a few in mind and I don’t even know if they live in California, but I feel like being in the state would be enough to up the chances of me meeting someone famous. I’m sure I would make a fool of myself and stammer while staring uncontrollably, but it would be worth it to share a moment with Josh Hartnett. Or Alexander Skarsgard. Maybe even Ryan Reynolds.

When I’m finally done with Georgia, California will welcome me with open arms. Austin is willing. That snowboard idea is right up his alley.

Summer

As a teacher, I freaking love summer. On the last two days of school I realize I actually like these kids. They have great personalities, are really funny, and for some reason worship the ground I walk on. Well, not all of them worship me, but I do get enough hugs and requests to sigh yearbooks that my head swells just enough to pop out of my headband. I now have several weeks dedicated to myself and to my education classes.

I spent the first two weeks of my summer pretty low key. I visited my crazy mother, which requires lots of patience and tequila. Luckily, mom likes a good margarita as well. After returning from that visit I had to de-Mom myself. This requires great patience from my husband and more tequila on my part. Again, pretty low-key.

This is all great, except that......I got bored.

One of the great things about my job is that there is always something to do. Whether it's grade paper, plan the next unit, call parents, prepare for the next meeting, figure out averages by hand before getting a student grounded for a week, read more papers, research more education techniques, and discuss a student with a fellow teacher. However, at home there is only housework that awaits me. I hate housework. Big shocker, right? Housework cannot make me laugh, rejoice when it passes the EOCT, or write me a letter about how I have impacted it's life. Housework just looks back at me and says, "I will be dirty again in two days. HA!"

Insulin Junkie

I am addicted to insulin. It comes with the territory of being a diabetic. Sometimes I miscalculate whether or not the insulin in my pump will make it to the end of the day. Today was one of those days. I ran out right after lunch, which means the insulin did not cover my lunch. So by 330 I was dying to leave school to get some insulin. All I can think about is getting home to get the insulin coursing in my system so that I don't feel like my body is crashing into itself. So basically, I am like a meth-head looking for my next score. In other news... I promised fourth block a reward if they were good all week. They realized that tomorrow is April Fool's day. They don't quite believe me anymore. Registration is over. Thank God. After Spring Break, our lives will return to normal. Sort of. We now get to prepare for the end of the year. A fellow teacher brought me a homemade cinnamon muffin that was still warm the other morning. It made life worth it. Big Bang Theory was awesome tonight. Amy Farrah Fowler was drunk; off of one sip of coffee liqueur. She wanted to throw poo. My heart smiles.

Indesiveness

Mondays are rarely good. I think it probably has to do with my attitude. I should fix that. Good news? I have great students who can make me smile. No matter how sleepy I am or ridiculous registration is at least one student will revive my faith in the human race. It's nice to see they do want more out of life. Which brings me to the rock and hard place. The American public is often complaining about the educational system. Public schools are some of the first places Big Brother begins to cut budgets. Everyone knows that good teachers will make sure students succeed no matter what the balance on the budget is. Our students are compared to Asain students whose school system is set up completely different than ours. The general idea, and this is very general, secondary schools are set up for students to flourish in certain areas. Students are expected to plan their future at a very young age. Or their future is planned for them. Should we change our school systems to better compete with the world market? Part of me thinks so. Why make a student who obviously knows they want to work in the technology field waste his time in a fine arts class? And yet, I watched a tenth grader try to decide on her electives today. She is a bright young girl who isn't afraid of hard work. After asking her what she wanted to do after she graduated high school, she looked at me quizzically, giggled and said, "I don't know. I was just trying stuff out to see which one I would like." Should we encourage students to choose a future for themselves when they change their mind about their friends every week? Do we prepare students for a future? Or do we allow students to enjoy a childhood? Are they too young to make decisions like this? Should we make the decision for them? Where is the easy multiple choice answer?

Santa in March

My in-laws came to visit this weekend. I love my in-laws but they can drive me bat shit crazy in a heart beat. Even faster than fourth block. But we hadn't seen them for a few weeks so I knew that I could handle the insanity. And I must say, thanks to margaritas and Bub Light, I managed to be a perfect daughter-in-law all weekend. The great thing about the in laws, Auntie Em and Duke, is they are loaded! I'm not sure how they get all of their money, I have some ideas, but they have no problems dropping over a grand on us in a day. And then some more on the next day. This weekend involved a trip to a wholesale club to stock the cabinets, I now have 168 tampons at my disposal, a new bike rack for our Jeep, and eating out for every meal. We offered to cook for one meal, but Duke insists on treating everyone when he's in town. They even treated my sister, whom they love, and our other roommate. And I had to talk him OUT of buying me a bicycle. I convinced him that I would start seriously looking for a bicycle and then he could send the money down. Duke tried to let it be an early birthday present, my birthday is in September. I laughed and told him Auntie Em wouldn't let me get nothing for my birthday and he would have to buy me something else. He laughed and agreed. In the future, there will be more posts about the insanity that is my father-in-law. For today, I will let you walk away with the image of a man who confuses himself with Santa Clause.

Shoes and Accessories

I wore these new earrings today. They made a tinkling sound with every step I took. It reminded me of Edgar Allen Poe's poem "The Bells." Except my tinkling had a happy peppy side to it. And my shoes had the grown up click clack without the pain of high heels. I sounded like a real teacher on a mission walking down the hallway, striking fear into the hearts of all wrong doers. But my happy earrings sent happy thoughts into overworked brain.

It's amazing how a pair of earrings can make your day.