Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Blue Slime


It was the 3rd time I'd covered the advanced ELD class at the middle school in four weeks. 5th period was... challenging...

The teacher expected them to work silently, and while the rest of the classes did, 5th period would not.

There's something about this age. Emotions are heightened. Brighter. And impulse control is nearly nonexistent.

When Alex went into his backpack and pulled out a container of blue goo, I knew where this was headed.

(The slime/goo stuff has been around for a bit, now. I've seen it before. Not as often as I see Rubik's Cube. A calmer class on a different day explained the recipe to me. You can find that here.)

I told Alex to put the goo away. He refused.

It was passing period, he said. He just wanted to look at it, he said. He'd put it away at the bell, he said.


By the time the bell rang to begin class, Alex had a portion of the goo stuck to the carpet on the floor... (And, of course, two other boys were also distracted by other issues at the same time.)

Somehow, I got the rest of the class settled, passed out the day's assignment, and got roll taken. Alex still had the slime out and by now it was all over his hands.

15 minutes later he was almost ready to get to work. The goo was back in its container. He just needed to go to the restroom to wash his hands. They were now blue.


via GIPHY

You know that old sign? "A lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine"? Apparently, this was Alex's first exposure to the idea. 

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Betrayed


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 one person you thought you could trust betrayed you?

Monday, March 20, 2017

The Lacy Sweater and the A to Z "Theme Reveal"

The sweater is going fairly well...


I didn't get much done on it last week due to choosing to go to bed over watching TV and knitting. It was that kind of week.

I got introduced to "zombie" Easter bunny amigurumi which I may have to try.



But, of course, today is the A to Z Challenge Theme Reveal Day. Since I pretty much blog every day anyway, I will again partake. For me, the challenge is in keeping up with the hop portion. 

Regular readers know my "theme". My challenge is to fit my normal posts to the letter of the day. 

I've already written my Tuesday "what if?" posts. X falls on a Friday this year, and I managed to find a great quiz that features it. (Unless something interesting happens that I can fit to X, that is. But I might keep it at the end as the quiz is so perfect.) The rest of the days it's a whole lot of "how can I title the crazy thing that happened at school to fit the day's letter?" 

Wish me luck. 

Are you doing the A to Z Challenge in April?

Friday, March 17, 2017

Awaiting a Pizza


"It's a disaster. I ordered a pizza, and it still hasn't arrived. Ms. P would be okay with me going to the office to get it when it gets here. Will that be okay with you...?"

It was the start of 5th period, just after lunch. Presumably Lydia had ordered the pizza with time to get it by lunch...

Um, yeah. So, sometimes the students order food in. Usually a parent or sibling will bring it, but occasionally I've seen delivery people arrive. I'll just leave that right there.

Lydia waited. And waited. And got angrier and angrier.

She wanted to call the pizza restaurant to complain. But, she knew her friend was working and answering the phone, so she didn't want to yell at her. Except, it had been over an hour since she ordered.

(It wasn't like I was hovering over her during all of this. The class had a bookwork assignment that most of them were doing. I had a "monitor the class" day. Lydia's lamentations were the class entertainment for the period.)

Lydia's friend said that the manager should give her a credit for the poor service. The friend called to complain. And still they waited. Apparently, the delivery guy had left some time ago.

Then Lydia got a "hope you're enjoying your food" notification...

By the end of 5th period she still had not gotten her pizza. (So, that's a half hour for lunch and about an hour for class.) Yeah, I'd be ticked, too.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Almost Alone


Passing period before 3rd period at the continuation high school. The teacher was out chaperoning a field trip to Crystal Cove for their citizen scientist program. (There's a video about it here.) And I was awaiting all six kiddos on the roster.

And waiting.

The bell rang... and I was still alone.


I marked everyone absent. I couldn't quite believe I had a "free" period.

And then a student walked in. One student.

Well, one is better than none. At least I no longer felt like I was cheating.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

The Run Around


Some mornings are more chaotic than others.

One of the first things I do upon getting into a classroom (after turning on the lights) is to log into the computer and the online attendance. This particular Monday morning, the computer wasn't cooperating.

Upon closer examination of my temporary attendance password, I discovered I had been given a temporary password for a different teacher. That wasn't going to do me any good. But, by the time I discovered the error, class had already started.

(This particular morning was a mess. Lesson plans reached me very last minute, as in as the kiddos were arriving, and other issues derailed my usual calm setup.)

Normally at this point I'd've called the office, but this day I had a co teacher. And when I showed her the problem, she said I could go and fix it. (That's one of the perks of a co teacher. One of us can run out if need be.)

I was covering 11th & 12th grade English. I had the login for a special ed. math teacher. I went to his room, found the sub, and asked if he had "my" login since I had his. But, of course, it wasn't going to be that easy...

He had the login for an 11th grade history teacher. I knew which room he was in, so I headed directly there. But that sub also didn't have "my" login. He had the login for a 10th grade history teacher. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure which room she was in, and at this point I wondered how much exercise I was likely to get. I returned to "my" class.

"My" class was still reading silently. The co teacher was still attempting to print out the day's lesson plans. (That's another story.) She knew where the history teacher's room was, but this time I made a phone call.

Guess who actually did have "my" login?

One more trip. And then all of us subs for the day were sorted.

(The secretary who checks us subs in and who gives us our packets with teacher schedules and logins was running late. A different secretary covered for her. As this isn't her usual gig, she made a simple mistake. It happens. We all had a good laugh about it when I checked out for the day.)

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Humiliated


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 someone close to you (a best friend, a romantic partner, a child, etc.) played a particularly terrible practical joke on you? Could you forgive them? How terrible would it have to be for you to cut them completely out of your life?