Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Moving Time

What if? It's the basis of many stories. We ask. We ponder. We wonder. 

On Tuesdays I throw one out there. What if? It may be speculative. It may stem from something I see. It may be something I pull from the news. 

Make of it what you will. If a for instance is not specified, interpret that instance as you wish. And if the idea turns into a story, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements 😉

What if you could travel in time... but it was a one-way trip?

Monday, May 20, 2024

Eyeing a New Project

I made a mistake. 

I asked my niece what she wanted for her birthday. 

(Previous requests: an afghan in the super chunky yarn, a beanie, a tank top, another tank top, and a third tank top.)

I mean, it's not like I'm actually actively working on anything (except for the string lights, although I wouldn't call that "actively working" as it's more like I'm-going-somewhere-where-I-need-something-to-do-with-my-hands-and-this-is-available). I have some ideas, but not the push to get them started.

Anyway, Liv (who turns 23 in June) sent me six screenshots of things she liked. I went on an internet hunt to find patterns, and ended up one for six. 

(And she really buttered me up. She texted: "i love when you make me stuff. it's my favorite stuff in my wardrobe")

Although, the first pic in the bunch was the one she really wanted (the others were to give me options). And while I did not find a pattern for the sweater in that picture, I did find something in the spirit of the sweater. 

First, what she found:

And then the "in the spirit of" video tutorial I found: 

(The video is over two hours long. I have not watched all of it. And I probably won't. But it's a good start.)

Ultimately, it won't look like the reference picture, but it'll be close. Maybe. We'll see.

Now, I just need to acquire yarn, get her measurements, and see what I can cobble together. Wish me luck.

Friday, May 17, 2024

Scenes from an AP Class (after the AP Test)

Friday. AP Government.

The AP Government test was that Monday. What do they do in class after they've completed the AP test? Not much.

Technically, they had "projects". They were to make voter registration posters or work on a polling project (with a presentation upon the teacher's return). 

But seniors. About two weeks out from "check out". (The last couple weeks of school they have senior activities.) 

Yeah, not much in the way of work was happening.

A girl approached me. She asked to pick up her "project" from another teacher's class. But right before that, she was discussing with her friends that she had left her dominoes in that teacher's class. And they decided they wanted to play dominoes. 

Was I going to say no? Nope. 

A group of boys got into a betting game. Was one of them going to hit turbulence on his flight to BYU? Was another going to keep a girlfriend during freshman year of college? There was something about another's GPA (I didn't hear the details) and something else about one student attending the local university versus the local community college. 

I asked who was keeping track of these bets and how they'd be able to check to collect. They did not hear my questions. So, I sat back and listened. 

Lena needed to pay $75 to Ulric. She had $80 in twenties. So, she asked Kiran if she could borrow $5, had him give that $5 to Ulric, gave Ulric the $80, he gave her the $5, and all was done. "That's correct, right?" she asked. I pointed out Kiran was now out $5. 

Why did Lena pay Ulric $75? In the next class, she explained (to her friends). She needed extra graduation tickets. 

While they were discussing the procurement of extra tickets, two students at the back of the room hit some high note (singing). All conversations paused. The students finished their note. The moment of quiet ended as the others went back to their conversations. The two students continued humming something, but it didn't catch the others' attention again.

A girl walked in very late. She saw me. "You can have Mr. C's cookies." She gave me two cookies. (Red velvet covered in powdered sugar.) She then distributed the rest of cookies to her classmates. 

At this time of year, AP classes are pretty laid back. (Well, those classes where the test is finished.) Sixth period had about half the students present. The absent students? They had an AP test. 

They work hard the rest of the year. This laid back break? They earned it.

Thursday, May 16, 2024

Vindicated


Wednesday. I was covering the special ed co-teacher of a tenth grade English class. Which contained several familiar faces. 

(That's what happens when I do long term assignments. Several of the students were also in Mr. J's math classes.)

The general ed teacher, Ms. C, warned me that it would be a boring day. It was their third and final day to complete an in-class essay. (The in-class part and written by hand part are kind of necessary to combat the chance that the kiddos might try to use AI instead of writing it themselves.) 

The topic? They had just finished reading Night by Elie Wiesel. They were to use the text and another source to talk about dehumanization and the importance of bearing witness. (The English classes spend a lot of time on teaching them not only to write but to analyze texts and use higher order thinking skills.)

Sixth period. Lots of students had questions, so I was trying to field some of them so Ms. C wasn't doing all the work. A girl raised her hand.

The girl was working on her concluding paragraph, and she had forgotten a transition phrase. Could she just squeeze it in? 

Considering how this essay was being done, I didn't see a problem with that. And I said so. I told the girl she could double check with Ms. C, but it should be okay.

Ms. C got to the girl's desk. The girl asked the question.

And... My instinct had been correct. This was not a problem. (The girl had another question, too. My answer again matched Ms. C's.) 

I guess I do know how to do this sort of thing. 

Although, not all of the students wanted my help. But some of the questions were more in depth, so it was better that Ms. C, who had taught them the book, answered them. Like, one student asked specifically where one incident occurred as he needed to refer back to it in his essay.

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

No One Told Me

Tuesday. After doing a transition day with Mr. J, I was back in the day-to-day subbing pool. And my first day back I pulled an assignment at the alternative education center. Because naturally. 

Deep breath.

It was snack time. Apparently, the students had been using the classroom I was in as their snack spot. Security was there to supervise, so I let them be. Keeping these kiddos on an even keel works better when I don't mess up their routine too much. 

Then snack was over. I had one student in the class. He had settled in. The others had moved on to the classes they were supposed to be in. All except Jensen. 

Remember Jensen? No? He was at the AEC school the last time I subbed there, which was a surprise as he had just been at one of the traditional high schools for first semester finals. Although, not really a surprise, as he really had the personality to fit the alternative education center. 

I told Jensen it was time to go to his third period class. He wasn't budging. He argued. He'd rather stay in "my" class. I told him his teacher would miss him. He said someone would come to get him.

Sure enough, not two minutes later, an aide did arrive to shoo him to the class he was supposed to be in.

"What? No one told me it was time for class!"

Yeah, right...

Calmly, I refuted that claim to the aide. She gave me a look that told me she was used to Jensen's shenanigans. 

Then security stopped in to shoo Jensen to class. He again protested this was the first he was hearing of it. 

Deep sigh.

Jensen did then go to his actual scheduled class. But alas, I had him in fourth period...

Ah well. I was expecting something of this sort when I accepted the gig at the AEC. It comes with the territory.

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Friends to the End?

What if? It's the basis of many stories. We ask. We ponder. We wonder. 

On Tuesdays I throw one out there. What if? It may be speculative. It may stem from something I see. It may be something I pull from the news. 

Make of it what you will. If a for instance is not specified, interpret that instance as you wish. And if the idea turns into a story, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements 😉

I've been watching The Jinx, Part 2 on HBO. (I watched part 1 way back when as well.) We're only three episodes in, but a couple things came up that just need to be what ifs.

What if you found out your best friend murdered somebody? What if that somebody was your other best friend?

Monday, May 13, 2024

Crochet the Rainbow

I think I have a plan.

And if I talk about the plan, it's sure to change. But here goes... I'm going to make two "lights" for every color of the rainbow (plus pink). Then I'll make a "string" long enough for all of them to fit. 

After that, I can decide if I want to make another.

So far...

I have two pink, multiple red, two orange, two yellow, one blue, and one violet. I still haven't made a green, but I have located green yarn. And maybe I should do a darker purple, too? 

So, that's four, maybe six, more bulbs to make. Am I missing any colors? (Besides green and a darker purple.)

As it's time to make these string lights posts a series, I am once again including a link to the pattern, and following are links to the previous posts: