Friday, November 27, 2015

Quotation or Misquotation

For Random Quiz Friday (it's back! Well, just for today. No one is checking out blogs today, are they?) I found something from Oxford Dictionaries.

“I always have a quotation for everything – it saves original thinking.” So said the gentleman detective Lord Peter Wimsey in Dorothy L Sayers’ Have His Carcase (1932) – providing us with a handy quotation. But before you start believing everything you hear, make sure you know whether or not a quotation was actually said. We’ve lined up ten quotations in this quiz – but which are real and which (though commonly and mistakenly referred to) are fake?
I got 80%. Pretty good. I said one quote was a misquote and one misquote I called a quote. But otherwise I'm pretty proud of myself.

How'd you do?

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Not Interested in Free Food

It was Turkey Day. It's an old tradition at the continuation high school, going back to practically when the school started (so, that makes it from the '60s). The Thursday before Thanksgiving the students are served a turkey dinner lunch brunch.

This year I covered the orientation class. The orientation class is the first class students new to the school take. (Every student is a transfer from another school. They get sent there because they don't have enough credits.) And this class started two days prior. So, they were brand new to the school.

They were a bit unclear as to the whole concept. Which was fine as I wasn't.

One of the students' names was called. And she didn't want to go.

I explained what it was. That it was food. And the food was pretty good. That the people were friendly. But nope, she wasn't going to go.

Well, I wasn't going to force her.

Each time a new group was announced, the students got a bit anxious. And unlike in other classes, these kiddos were doing their work (well, sort of) rather than not doing anything (which is what students who have been through Turkey Day before would have been doing). So, not a terrible day.

My time with them ended, and they moved on to their other class. I was free then, so I got a chance to have a meal. And then the majority of those students were called.

I guess they just needed to go with their classmates. Safety in numbers and all that.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Tentative Alliance

At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements ;)

What if the two people you need to complete a task (a big task, such as making sure the building stays secure so that the zombies can't get in) hated each other (so much so that each would willingly toss the other to said zombies, and the only thing keeping that from happening is you)?

Monday, November 23, 2015

Blowing in the Wind, Part 2

It was another Sunday at the farmers market. It wasn't going to be too hot. It wasn't going to be too cold. Mid-sixties with the sun shining.

blue sky with clouds

farmers market setup

It wasn't terribly busy, but we had a bit of traffic. Not quite the Christmas rush yet. And it was a very nice morning.

Afternoon hit, and so did the winds.

I've previously mentioned my run in with winds. So, I thought I was fine. Until the first gusts started...

My entire canopy inched over (and it is staked down in the back), knocking over that white side table. And dumping everything on the ground. But I got off lucky.

A jewelry vendor's canopy went flying, knocking down her table and destroying all her displays. The Scentsy vendor lost a $50 warmer. And everyone else was busy trying to keep their stuff from going everywhere.

I had to start holding my canopy because the gusts were that strong. (The winds in between the gusts were things my displays could handle.)

The singer (there's a live musician who performs every week) started singing "Blowing in the Wind". Very apropos.

Well, it didn't take long for everyone to realize that the canopies were dangerous at this point...

farmers market table

And everyone pretty much packed up.

Of course, by the time the market was pretty much done due to winds, the gusts died down. Naturally. Ah well...

Friday, November 20, 2015

Caught with Cell Phone

Friday. I had a very small, very well-behaved ELL class. (ELL stands for English language learners, meaning that they're fairly new to the country and not all that fluent in English yet.) The first thing on the agenda was SSR. (Silent sustained reading, meaning that they're supposed to pull out a book and read for 10-15 minutes.)

Most had books. A couple of the students explained that they usually read on their phones. This is not the first time I've heard this, so I allowed it. (Making sure they were reading books and not texting, of course.)

The room got silent. They were all reading. So, I got busy with something else. (I don't remember what. I was either writing something or reading something.)

Then the assistant principal and a counselor walked in. As is usual, a pair of them will walk into class to do a "dress code check". I recognize what they're there for right away, so I nod when they tell me. They gaze around the room and generally they walk right back out. Which is what they did this time.

It was only after they left that I remembered--two of the students had cell phones out. Um...

I had kind of hoped not to be caught allowing cell phones out. But then again, more and more teachers are using them in their lesson plans. And it wasn't like the students were goofing off.

But still, I felt like I had been caught doing something I shouldn't have been. Even though I didn't get into trouble for it.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Not John

And yet another tale from that science class from early October. (You didn't believe me when I said these posts would take until Christmas to complete, did you?) 

"What are we, in kindergarten?"

The 8th graders were not pleased that Ms. O had asked that they check out the pair of scissors they needed for their projects. All they had to do was write their names and the color of the scissors' handle. And then scratch their name off the list when they returned the scissors.

Simple enough, right?

Near the end of first period, I took the list and the box of scissors and went around the room, collecting. They replaced the scissors and crossed off their names.

"John Smith... I'm John Smith..."

And if that hadn't been red flag enough...

"Psst, John. I crossed off your name. I'm John Smith."

Have I mentioned that they're really bad at lying about their names?

The students around "John" called him Chris. And I had a semi-accurate seating chart with pictures. So I confirmed that his name was, in fact, Chris.

He hadn't done anything name-in-note worthy, so I wasn't sure why the name lie. Especially since as I was collecting scissors, I wasn't paying attention, really. I was just making sure I got a pair of scissors back and a name was crossed off. But the fact he felt the need to lie...

Yep. Name-in-note. For lying about his name.

The next day his name was on the board. He'd earned a detention. And why was explained on the board for everyone to see.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Shut Up Sheet

8th grade math class. Which I was looking forward to with quite a bit of trepidation. Things have not been going so well with the 8th graders so far this year.

When the lesson plan hinted that the students should be working quietly, I scoffed. Never going to happen, I thought.

The class arrived. I passed out their work...

"Oh, this is a Shut Up Sheet."

A wha...?

And they did. They shut up and worked. (Okay, so they needed a bit of a push to get to silence. But... They did. Get to silence. Whoa!)

I admit, I laughed out loud when I heard "shut up sheet". But it fits. I've met this teacher. He would totally say something like that.

And hey, whatever works...