Monday, March 27, 2017

Help Wanted

J.E. Oneil and I are (very last minute) putting together a little A to Z Challenge side project. Posts with a liberal theme. If anyone would like to help us out with writing a post or two (or five ;) ) let me know in the comments or shoot me an email. Thanks.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Long Time No See

8th grade history. 3rd period was the worst class of the day. It was the only class that was at all difficult, but boy, was it difficult.

I had them for two days. On day one, I informed the class that no one got dismissed until everyone was seated. They decided to test me on my resolve. After about a minute of this, Julie decided she had had enough and left. Without being dismissed.

The next day I gave Julie a consequence (standards and a think sheet). She rolled her eyes.

"You were taking too long..." she informed me.

Um, no. The class was taking too long to settle. (And they had two minutes before the bell to settle as well as that's when I had told them of the being seated rule.) Besides, the rest of the class remained until they had been dismissed.

I was so glad to see the end of that group. And I went on with my day.

Being a Friday, of course they were short subs. I was asked to cover an 8th grade English class. And guess who was one of the students there?

She was about as pleased to see me as I was to see her.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Speak Not, Google

Miguel and I are well acquainted. Last year I covered his 8th grade science class when they were behaving badly. I said some things that were not well thought out. He has not let me forget my slip.

ELD. They had specific book work to complete. Then they could get on computers to complete other tasks.

Miguel played around a lot. But, eventually he got to the point where he could get a computer. Did he get on task? Of course not.

You know how you can type something in to Google and have it speak it for you? (I'm not sure how this works. All I know is that it does exist.) Miguel knows. Because, while the rest of the class was busily working, his computer started spouting off something... rude...

The words weren't inappropriate per se, but the sentiment... And it was directed at the boy seated next to him.

Miguel lost his computer privileges. This period I had an instructional assistant. (I've worked with him many times.) He went looking for a think sheet for Miguel. At which point I realized I had a few that I "borrowed" for just such an occasion.

Freshmen boys...

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.


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


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.