More Familiar Faces

Wednesday. Eleventh grade English, seventh period.

There were several familiar faces in the room. This was unsurprising as I was at the school where I had covered Mr. J's math class last school year. The math class was a (mostly) tenth grade math class, so of course I'm going to know several of this year's juniors. 

They had questions about their current read: The Crucible. And some of them worked really well. But others...

Xaiden was one of the students who got bored in math and worked ahead. In English? He was pretty vocal about having missed the previous class, so he wasn't familiar with the part of the play the questions were about. I suggested reading it. He did not like that idea.

Jackson was "sucked into" his phone. All period. This was unsurprising as that's how he spent the math class. I wonder if he's destined for the continuation high school. I'd more expect him there than the boy I saw there the week prior. 

They were an interesting group. There's something about the last group of the day. Those classes end up being weird.

It was a nice preview. Ms. A is the English teacher I covered in spring 2023 when she was on maternity leave. She's going to go on maternity leave again this coming spring, and she's asked me to cover her classes. 

Those kiddos are going to be so surprised when I end up being their long term sub again. *insert evil laugh here*

The Invisible Assignment

Tuesday. Eighth grade math, sixth period. 

They had various assignments in Google Classroom. One was notes. The teacher had created a video for them to watch while they filled in notes from a worksheet that she had provided. Then they were to practice what had been in the notes. (It was the distributive property.) 

Because eighth graders, Ms. S (also a sub) and I were redirecting the kiddos back to what they were supposed to be doing (all. period. long.). 

One boy had nothing written on his paper. I told him to get to work. 

"I'm doing it." And then he used the flashlight on the pen to show that the pen he was using had invisible ink. 

Deep sigh. 

Then, of course, the invisible ink pen garnered all the attention from his classmates. It had to be passed around and such. (The link goes to WalMart, but if you search "invisible ink pen with uv light" you should find similar in your area.) 

But what the boy didn't seem to get (even though both Ms. S and I both explained it) was that he wasn't going to get credit for having done his work in invisible ink. Because his teacher wasn't going to look that hard at his paper. If she can't see work there, she's going to consider it not done. 

You'd think this would be obvious. Not to an eighth grader. 

Bluesky Migration

As I pondered what I was going to rant about today, something weird happened on Bluesky. Suddenly it got a huge influx of new users. Not only that, a couple people I know online joined. And that got me thinking.

I don't know exactly when I joined Bluesky. My first skeet* is dated October 16, 2023. So, it was likely a day or two before that. When I first joined, I did not know what to do with the platform. It was new. A wide open space.

I am not an expert. I dabble. A little. I scroll. But, I have picked up a few things that new users might want to know, and so I'm including those here in the hopes that you'll join me. My user name is @zizirho.bsky.social if you do happen to find your way over there.

First, there's an unofficial ID check. It's #ProofOfCat. Post a picture of your cat with the hashtag (as well as the name of the cat and/or something interesting about said cat). Sadly, I have no cat, so I have not done this. Some users have posted pics of their dogs in lieu of #ProofOfCat. 

Next, make sure to set your feed to "Following". One of the problems in the other places is the algorithm will feed you posts that you might not want to interact with. If you keep it on "Following", you'll only see skeets* from those you are following. 

Until you have a robust list of people you are following, you can use the "Discover" feed. With the influx of people, several users have created "Starter Packs" to help newbies find good feeds to follow. They've also created a few starter packs of feeds not to follow, but they are labeled as such.

Not to follow? That brings me to one of the lovely things on Bluesky--the nuclear block.

If you block someone on Bluesky, you never have to think of them again. It blocks them so you never have to see them again. It also makes you disappear from their feeds, so they can't see you. One big issue on other sites is how those who want to harass you can find ways around a block to get back to you. Here, they can't. 

(If you hit "subscribe" on a starter pack, you are given the option of blocking that entire list. Useful tool.)

And finally, if you find a skeet* or a thread you want to "pin", you can "quote post" and put an emoji pin in it. That collects your pinned posts in a handy spot to find them again. (I haven't quite gotten the hang of this, but I'm assured it works.)

Oh, it turns out there are some other ways you can scroll. I found this while finding skeets* to add to this post: 

I'm rather surprised I had as much to write about as all of this. I'm hardly an expert. But I find that Bluesky is where I spend most of my time scrolling nowadays. I hope you'll join me. 

And another helpful graphic:

(If you're looking for a "what if?" post, I have suspended them. Temporarily? I'm not sure right now.)

*Skeet is not the official name. There's a debate as to what to call posts. Someone on the anti side advocated against in the perfect way to make everyone else adopt the term, so it's probably going to stay.

Learning Curve

I didn't do a whole lot of knitting last week. I went from this:

To this:

So, a little progress. 

But what I really wanted to talk about today is Canva. 

I got a new computer over the summer. (It became necessary.) And when I did that, I was not able to import the photo editing software I'd been using--Picasa. Picasa was abandoned several years ago, but it was the thing I knew how to use. It only had simple tools, but it did the jobs I needed it to do.

I had been looking for something similar enough. And online I had heard some people talking about Canva for various online images, so I decided to check it out. 

And it turns out that it does just what I need it to. It's how I've been editing my classroom photos since October. It took me a bit of time to figure out how to get what I needed, but now I can do that fairly quickly.

So, I thought today I'd finally be able to show off that mistake in this dragon pattern. You know, the mistake that made me frog the whole thing. 

Alas, it's going to take me more time to figure out how exactly to do that than I have time for today. 

All I could do was circle the biggest mistake. (The other mistake, the reason that I decided frogging was worth the trouble, is way harder to see.) 

You may need to click on the image to make it bigger. Then look inside the circle. See how that cable snakes like a backward S? If you look on the other side, you can see how the cables all twist the same way, making for a spiral-like thing. That's what that was supposed to look like in the circle.

It's going to take me some time to figure out all the ins and outs of Canva. Hopefully it won't disappear like Picasa did. (I mean, I should probably learn Photo Shop, but that's not happening any time soon.) 

Do you use Canva? Do you have a better way of editing photos?

Caught in the Lie

Wednesday. Eighth grade English. Third period.

Bernard asked to use the restroom.

Restroom policies are thorny. Why can't we just let the kiddos go? Because some of them just roam campus, getting into mischief and missing class time. So, there are various policies. 

My policy is one at a time, and I keep a list. If the teacher doesn't care about the list, they can ignore it. But for those that keep track, it's there. 

Ms. N left me her policy, which was that the students were given a pass with five out-of-class-free times. I was to initial this for any student who went.

So, when Bernard asked to use the restroom, I asked him for his pass. He told me Ms. N had never given him one. 

I don't like telling a student no for the restroom, so I let Bernard go. But I made a note on my restroom list that "Bernard said he never got a pass". 

The next day I got an email from Ms. N. (She just responded to the email I sent her about how the day went.)

Quick question: did you sign off on the students who used the restroom yesterday? If not, I will do that tomorrow or make them stay after and owe time, especially since they know they need a bathroom pass (Bernard did get a bathroom pass, FYI... sorry you had to deal with that).

Uh oh... Bernard's in trouble...

This is why I write these things down. Students get caught in these lies (and hopefully will be less likely to lie in the future when they get caught). 

As for my answer, I replied that everyone else had given me their pass. 

Middle schoolers trying to get away with stuff. If I had a dollar for every time they made the attempt... 

A Smooth Transition 13

It was one of those weeks...

Well, yeah, I do mean that, but really what I'm talking about is work--the substitute teaching of it all. And luckily, it wasn't a bad week, which I kind of needed with the state of the U.S. and all.

It was one of those weeks where I don't really have any good stories for the blog. This is good for my mental health, but not so much for the blog. Which makes it a good time to do a Thursday 13. (The "smooth transition" is number nine.)

1. "Puppies with hormones." That's how my fellow sub co-teacher referred to seventh graders, and I find the description apt.

2. That was Tuesday. It was a co-taught eighth grade English class where both teachers were out. (It was "collaborative scoring" which meant all the eighth grade teachers in the district were at the district office reading student essays. It's the best time of year for subs as we have plenty of work those days.)

3. Tuesday's classes were challenging. But we had an easy lesson plan. They were watching The Birds. Yes, the Alfred Hitchcock film. The class has a unit on suspense where they read excerpts from Cujo and they had just finished reading "The Tell-Tale Heart". 

4. Wednesday I was at a different middle school but I again had eighth grade English. Same reason. And I again, I was in co-taught classes with another sub. Alas, this sub wasn't as helpful as the co-teacher I had the previous day.

5. At least the classes weren't terrible. (Not that Tuesday's classes were "terrible". Just "challenging".) I'll talk a bit more about Ms. N tomorrow.

6. Thursday I ended up in a Spanish class. The teacher was chaperoning a field trip that was supposed to take place the previous week. But it got postponed due to the Dodgers. 

The field trip was to a Day of the Dead celebration in L.A. But when the Dodgers won the World Series, they got a parade and celebration in the city. That fell on the Day of the Dead celebration. So, the Day of the Dead celebration got postponed. 

7. The Spanish classroom was opposite the classroom where I covered that seventh grade science class at the beginning of the school year. (So, if the science classroom had been room 101, the Spanish classroom was in room 102.) I could wave to Mr. H from the door (and, in fact, I did). 

8. And between those classes (in the equivalent of room 122) was the history classroom I had covered a couple weeks back. Which also had a sub covering. Who I know. It was a big sub day. 

9. The students were so excited when someone mentioned seeing Ms. S over in the science classroom. Because, this happened to be the day of transition. Mr. H had finished his thirty days as the long-term sub, and the next one was due to begin. 

Before I left that gig, Ms. W had lined up the third sub for the class, and it was an English teacher who had retired at the end of the last school year. So, when the students were ready to descend on the class, I let them know that Ms. S would be there for the next six weeks (thirty school days), and they could say hi at any time. 

10. I had subbed for Ms. S several times, and in fact, a couple times last semester. 

11. Friday I had a ninth grade English class. For another teacher I have subbed for in the past (but had not this school year until then). 

12. Fourth period was really happy to see a sub. Although, they won't be so happy when she returns, as several of them wasted the period, and I left names. 

13. What was their lesson plan? They were prepping to write their essay. (That is, they were reading the articles that they would use as their sources for the essay they would write the next week.) This would be the essay that the ninth grade English teachers will then all score at the district office at some time after. And we subs will again all have a day of work covering those classes. The cycle begins again.

Unexpected Familiar Face

I finally got back to the continuation high school last Monday. 

It used to be that the sub caller would put me over there, as she knew I was fine with working there. But ever since we went to the computerized scheduling app, finding and catching those days has been harder. And with the long term I started the year with, I just haven't seen the school since about February. 

February? Let me go back into my posts. I'm sure I wrote about the last time I was there...

Nope. The last blog post I have from the continuation high school is from August 2023. According to my year end stats, I only spent three days there last school year. Ouch. No wonder they barely remembered me.

(Not true. They remember me. The staff, anyway. The students were more like, "You subbed at [insert home school's name here]".)

I was in the English class. They were either working on their district essays (the district has them write essays every quarter to measure how well they can write) or reading (We Were the Lucky Ones) and answering questions. And, it went pretty much how I expect the classes to go. That is, many did little to nothing while a few got done what they needed to do.

Fifth period, as I was walking the room taking attendance, the students did their usual, "Don't you sub at...?" bit. 

Then one boy said I had been his math teacher last year. 

That's when I placed him. I mean, I recognize the kiddos when I see them as knowing I've seen them before, but where had I seen them? Yeah, it's not always there. But this boy? Yeah, I remembered him from last year's long term in Mr. J's math class.

And... I did not expect him to be there. There were a couple students who I would not be shocked to see there as they did little to nothing in class. This boy? As far as I recall, he was doing fine in math. He had a passing grade. He did the assignments. 

Deep sigh. At least he doesn't have to make up his math credits. Clearly, he did need English credits. 

But that's why the continuation high school exists. It's for students to come back from whatever setback led to the possibility of them not graduating. 

Not Normal

I just can't.

It's fun to think up "what if this happened?" when the world is normal. When things are okay. 

But when the dystopian nightmare is reality? 

Nope. I can't.

And if you think things are good, you aren't paying attention. Like, to Argentina. I'm already exhausted just thinking about the future. (If you think things are good, why are you here? We obviously don't have anything in common.) 

So, for now, I'm suspending "what if?" I don't know what I'll replace it with. Or if I'll find my mojo again. 

Today I leave you with the "Authoritarianism" pages from Stop Project 2025 Comic, even though it's now way too late for that. 

(This is the playbook for the incoming administration. If you believe the lie that he knew nothing about it and didn't plan to use it, I have some swampland in Florida that you might be interested in.) 

Finally Starting Over

I haven't had a lot of energy lately. That's one of the reasons the eye sweater took as long as it did. And now that it's finished, I've had issues figuring out what to work on next. 

I finally pulled out an older project...

Back in January, I had to frog a project that had gone awry. This one:

I managed to restart it and get it to here:

It may not look like a lot, but those rows are tricky. I'm giving myself the space to do it slowly. I've got the time.

A Gig on Halloween

October 30, 2024. The Los Angeles Dodgers win the World Series. The next day was Halloween. And I had a middle school assignment. 

Let's just say I was anticipating the worst. 

And... It turned out that I had two periods of advanced math of eighth graders. Which was helpful. 

(Eighth graders, so a bit crazy. And Halloween, so hopped up on sugar. And the whole World Series thing, which meant many not in Halloween costumes were in Dodger gear. But advanced, so better behaved than the usual eighth grade class.)

And then the last group of the day walked in...

This was a co-taught, grade level class. Of twelve students. 

The co-teacher took over (as usually happens; when one of the teachers is out, the other, who knows the class and the routine, takes lead). She attempted to explain the work. They weren't having it. 

They were working on combining like terms. This can be tricky, but it's so important (as it pops up in math classes after this), so we want to make sure the students understand. Unfortunately, when kiddos are in play mode, it's hard to tell if they understand the concepts being taught.

I had students on their phones. I had one boy whistling. When I asked him to stop, he denied he was doing it. (It was him. I saw him.) Two students wouldn't stop talking (about something unrelated to the assignment). 

Only one boy in the class seemed to understand the assignment. It was too easy for him. 

Mrs. F (the co-teacher) told me that this boy was supposed to be in the advanced math class, but unfortunately the previous year he hadn't done his classwork, so he got a D in his math class. One can't get a D in the class and get put into the harder class the next year. 

Mrs. F shrugged. It was his own fault, really. 

I was quite happy when class was over. 

Mrs. F told me the class was usually like that. She and Mrs. G (the teacher I was subbing for) are having the worst time with the group. I could see why.

Halloween could have gone worse, I suppose. Next year it'll fall on a Friday.

Christmas in October

On Wednesday of last week, I happened to catch the choir class. I have not subbed for Mr. S in a very long time, so I wasn't sure what to expect. 

When I arrived, I looked for lesson plans but did not find them. Before I had a chance to panic, the student teacher walked in. Whew. That made things very easy for me. All I really had to do was take roll. 

(The choir teacher is also the golf coach. One of his golfers made the local playoffs, so he was with that student there.)

The last class of the day was the very good choir (called Ensemble). And they were to run through some music for the upcoming season, especially something called Candlelight. 

There were a bunch of plaques hung in the room proclaiming Candlelight at Disneyland for the last decade and more. So, I did an internet dive to find out more info, and apparently this is a thing. It's a super secret annual event that if you don't know how to get tickets already, you can't get tickets for it. Okay, then...

I found a video on YouTube of the event last year:

Anyway, all of this is to say that what the student teacher ran through with them was a bunch of Christmas music. On October 30th. 

And me? I sat over in a corner and listened. Student teacher days are easy days for the sub.

Private Tutor

Going into the weekend, I had nothing booked for Monday, so I was glad when something popped up Sunday evening. Then, Monday morning I got a call from the sub desk asking if I could switch from that assignment to the alternative education center. Sure, why not? 

I was told that I would have one seventh grade student. I'm used to going with the flow when it comes to that school, so I figured all would be explained when I got there. 

Basically, this seventh grade boy, Walter, was being isolated from the other students for reasons, so he had his very own teacher. But, that third teacher at the school had taken a new position at a new school, so they were getting various subs to watch Walter. I was sub number five. Although, I was the last sub as they were planning to move Walter back with the other students the next day.

With that kind of build up, you'd think that working with Walter would have been difficult. It wasn't. Of course, my bar is low as there was no throwing of chairs...

We started with science, and I managed to find a plate tectonic simulation, and Walter enjoyed playing with that. (That was where he was in the science textbook.) Then we switched over to math.

Walter knew how to do the math. He finished it very quickly. And then I checked his answers. Um, nope. 

So, I made him slow down, and we did it together. 

At some point, I pointed out that his arithmetic was off. We were adding together two odd numbers, so our answer should be even. 

And that's when I found out Walter didn't know the difference between odd and even. 

It's always interesting to find gaps in a student's knowledge. That was one I wasn't expecting. I took the time to explain. Did Walter grasp it? I have no idea. He rejected the idea that five wasn't an even number for a while. I hope this lesson comes up again to reinforce the concept, but I have no idea if it will. At least Walter accepted that I might know what I was talking about.

After lunch, we rounded out the day with art and reading. For art class, I found a how-to video. This one:

(It was Halloween week. I decided to go with the season.)

Walter wasn't having it. He wanted to trace something easy. I urged him to give it a try. Finally he found a step by step video of something else and did that. 

(It's a middle school thing. They want things perfect. I push for them to allow themselves to make mistakes.)

And then finally, we were at the last hour of the day. He'd been reading The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas and was on the last three chapters. Knowing this was his last day solo, I pushed to finish the book. Walter said he was only reading one chapter a day. 

Eventually, we did get to the finish. I don't know if Walter appreciated this, but at least we finished something in his time in a class solo. 

That's the thing about subbing. Every day is different, and I never know what I may step into. This could have been such a difficult day, but it wasn't, really. I hope Walter is doing well with the other kiddos at the school. One of these days, I might even get a chance to see for myself. 

Down with the Electoral College

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 😉

Ah, election day. The day I am reminded how little my vote in California matters on the national level. (Which sucks, frankly. We're the most populous state. We have a huge economy that financially benefits the country as a whole. But in national elections, we're figuratively sneered at.) 

Did you know there's already a plan in place to get around the Electoral College? It's called the National Popular Vote, and unsurprisingly, California is on board. Is your state?

What if we got enough states on board to do away with the Electoral College?

Knit Your Phone a Pyramid

I finally did it. I finally got that video I'd meant to get uploaded uploaded. 

A few years ago I decided that I wanted to create a YouTube channel of me making various of my yarny projects. But, I have no real video-making skills. Well, the best way to learn something is to do it, even if I do it badly, so I began.

(My brother has been kind enough to do the editing, so at least they're put together well.)

Summer 2023 I had some time to make some videos. Three of them. The first two were uploaded over this past summer. And the third is here, now. 

What am I making? I call it the tablet buddy (you can purchase the pattern either on Etsy or on Ravelry). It's a thing to prop up your cell phone, your ereader, or your tablet. They look like this:

At least, this is like the one I made on camera. This is the small size. The phone can be leaned against the pyramid, and there's a line of bobbles to keep it from sliding down. 

Anyway, here's the video:

It is an hour and thirteen minutes long, so I don't expect anyone to watch the thing all the way through (unless you plan on making one of these). 

The next thing I need to do is to create a good title image as none of my videos have one right now. Little by little I'm getting this channel up and running. (I have started shooting a new video, but at the rate I'm going, it'll be a while before I get it finished, let alone uploaded.)

Running Late

It was Friday morning, and I was having a Friday Late. 

But I wasn't too concerned. It was already going to be an odd day. I had gotten an email the prior day about how the teacher I was scheduled to cover wasn't going to need me all day, so they had modified my schedule so I'd be roving rather than covering one class. 

(Yeah, so Ms. M had seniors, and Senior Seminar--a day when all the seniors do a thing together out of class--got moved to this particular Friday. Ms. M only had one period of sophomores. I love roving days, so the switch wasn't going to bother me.)

I left home at the usual time, but I got on campus about ten minutes later than normal. Then, while checking in for the day, I took some time to talk to the secretary. Stuff about the roving day. The schedule she had emailed me had been altered as two of the teachers no longer needed me, but a third did. 

By the time I left the office to head to the classroom, the warning bell had rung. (Usually I have ten to fifteen minutes before the school day starts to get set up.) And I had to get from the main office to the back of the school. I had time, but I was going to have a crowd of students waiting.

Only, I did not. Weird.

I got to the classroom a good two minutes (at least) after the warning bell, and there were no students in sight. 

Uh oh. Did I make a mistake? Was I at the correct room for the period? 

I double checked my book. Yup, I was in the right place.

I opened the door. I almost went in to put my bag down when a student arrived. And then another. Whew. They were just cutting it close.

When the bell rang to start class, I had seventeen students. Out of thirty-four. Over the first twenty or so minutes of class, eight more students arrived. (Yeah, they've got a tardy problem at the school. Which is funny as the school day now starts at 8:30 AM. Before 2020, school started at 7:30 AM.) 

Well, at least they weren't waiting on me. And I was there before the bell.

There's just something about Fridays...

Famous

Thursday. Criminalistics. 

It was passing period, so I was stationed at the door, greeting students as they entered. A boy entered, then he came back out. He asked if he could go to the restroom.

This is not a notable occurrence. This happens daily. What was notable was how he asked me, calling me by my name. 

I had not written my name up on the board. (The board was covered by a screen. There was no place for me to put my name.) 

It always startles me when they know my name. Considering how many long terms I've done in the past couple years, and considering how many of the students I did recognize in the classes, it was not out of the question that I had had him in class before. Or that he knew who I was.

But it still, I feel like they don't know who I am.

They know who I am. 

Not a bad thing, really. 

Distracted Boys

Wednesday. Middle school "success". 

Success is a class strongly suggested for a certain type of student--the kind of student who isn't doing so well in school. It's an elective, and while the classes tend to be smaller, they also tend to have more of the kind of student who is more likely to act out. 

But, luckily, on this day, the class had guest speakers. 

The schools now have a thing called a wellness center. It's a place where students who need a mental break can go. The two speakers were from the school's wellness center, and apparently they meet with the class regularly. So, the kiddos were used to them.

Once I had taken roll, I let the guest speakers take over. I sat down and wrote up my notes from the previous group. (The rest of the day I had seventh grade math.) 

Only, I couldn't tune out completely. I noticed a couple boys in the back of the room, not engaging with the lesson. Uh oh...

I chose proximity as my method of classroom control. I went over and sat right behind them.

Jefferson asked to use the bathroom. 

So, now it was only me and Orson. By my presence, I got Orson to put away his cell phone. But he was still bored. So, he pulled out a jar or something and managed to get a clump of some white substance with the consistency of lotion on his desk. 

All the while, the guest speakers were discussing active listening. There were video clips. They were asking the students to identify what the speakers were doing and whether they were active listening well. They were giving out raffle tickets for any response: correct or not. 

Orson, however, was now determined to clean up the mess on his desk. He started by using tissue, which was inadequate to the task. I told him to get paper towels, which luckily the teacher had on the other side of the room. He got up and brought back one paper towel.

So, Orson had to get up multiple times (rather than bringing back enough paper towels to complete the task in one go). During one of these trips, Orson noticed that his raffle tickets had been destroyed in the gloop. He asked me for more. Well, it wasn't my lesson.

So, Orson asked one of the guest speakers to replace his tickets. She said no. (And I managed to keep the smile off my face.) 

Around this time, Jefferson returned from the bathroom. And he wanted to know what he had missed. But I'm of the mind that if one needed the bathroom in the middle of a lesson, it is on that student to figure out what was missed while he was gone. So, I wasn't going to catch him up (not that he was paying attention before he left, anyway). 

Finally, Orson got his mess cleaned up. And Jefferson settled back into his seat. My proximity wasn't helping settle either of them. Sigh. 

The guest speakers finished their presentation, so it was time for the raffle. They drew five names. Guess who was one of the names? (It wasn't Orson as his raffle tickets were destroyed.) 

Ms. M wasn't terribly surprised by the names left in my note to her. She's pretty strict, so I imagine Jefferson and Orson might not like the consequences of their inattention.

Financial Interest in the Outcome

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 😉

This month I have fallen into a "what if?" mini theme: the U.S. election. And today is no different. 

Are you sick of the political ads yet? In California, we are inundated with ads for and against the various propositions on the ballot. They get old quick.

While one of these ads was on in the background, I had a weird thought. I wondered how much money the ones who funded the ad would lose if the vote went the other way. (I can't remember which proposition it was for and whether they were for or against it.) Because, seriously. Why else spend so much money to get these ads to play all the freaking time?

And that leads me to this week's "what if?"...

What if they were required to disclose in political ads how much money the funder of said ad would gain if the vote goes their way? (Or, conversely, what if they were required to disclose how much money they would lose if the vote went against them?)

In Between Days

It's that time again. The between major projects time. I don't know what big thing I want to make next now that I've finished the big thing I've been working on for a while. So, I did a bit of this and a bit of that.

I did some clearing out of my closet, and I found my six-year afghan...

I made this in the '90s. I found the pattern in a magazine. I bought the yarn from WalMart. I thought I'd finish it quickly. But, I got bored and busy with other things, so it became one of those projects that I worked on off and on until I finally finished it. 

I've mentioned it on the blog before, but when I went to look for pictures, I didn't have any. So, when I pulled it out of my closet, I knew I had to take a quick picture before I packed it away again. 

I pulled out some yarn and found patterns, but not much has gotten started. 

I did, however, start making a video. Another one. For my YouTube channel. Considering how long these things take me, don't expect to see it for months, if not a whole year. 

I think this outtake is short enough that I can post it directly here:

I counted the stitches. I was going to transfer some to another needle, but then I dropped the needle. And I decided I could do another take without dropping the needle.

I had a great outtake where I totally dropped a stitch, tried to put it back on the needle, and failed. And failed again. But that one was too long for Blogger without going through YouTube first. Sigh. 

What am I making? I'll tell you when I get the whole video finished. It's nowhere near complete yet.

But I do have a completed video to get uploaded. I'd love to say I'll get to it this week, but who knows? I pledge to have it uploaded by the end of November. (I think I can manage that.) 

Catcalls

Friday. Beginning ELD.

(ELD stands for English language development. This is the class for recent immigrants. Beginning means they don't speak any English yet, so they're very recent immigrants.) 

Mr. F had left a jam-packed lesson plan, and I was struggling with the technology. And, of course, the instructional aide was running late.

(For reference, Mr. F is the teacher who took over the vacant middle school English class in 2019 that I started the year in. He's still in the same classroom. And the instructional aide, Ms. R, is the IA I had when I did the summer academy in 2022. In other words, they both know me, and I know them.)

By the time Ms. R arrived, I had gotten the technology going, had gotten their notebooks passed out, and was just getting into the lesson. Ms. R kind of took over as she knew the routine and could slip into Spanish to help the kiddos understand what they had to do.

(While the majority of the class were from Spanish speaking countries, there were a couple students who spoke Arabic and a couple who spoke Vietnamese. I can't recall what the fourth language was, though. It's always a mix in these classes.) 

As Ms. R was discussing something with them, half the class broke into whistles...

Ms. R stopped what she was doing to explain to the group why whistling was inappropriate. 

She does this from time to time. One time in the winter she explained why even though the sun was shining, they needed to wear a jacket. (Our climate is weird.) And she'll point out things that they might not know as newcomers to this part of the world.

The whistling discourse hit on how disrespectful it was to women and the sorts of things you'd want boys to learn. And then Ms. R turned back to the board to get back into the lesson. (They were writing sentences like, "The third day of the week is Wednesday," and "The seventh month is July".) 

Just as Ms. R turned around, another student whistled...

Oh, she wasn't having that. She sent that student out for that.

Because, seriously? The first time, sure. They don't know better. But the second time? Nope.

Later, Ms. R had a serious conversation with the student. Mostly in Spanish, so I wasn't listening. (And it was snack time, so I went in search of a restroom.) But later, she talked to me about it.

The big question was, what's going on in that seventh grader's life that he felt the need to call attention to himself like that? Which is a very good question.

Beginning ELD classes can be tricky. Behavior issues crop up. We wonder what sort of schooling they had prior to ending up here. But kids are kids, and they'll do the sorts of things you'd expect.

More Seventh Grade

Wednesday. I was covering seventh grade English. (This was a different school than where I did the science long-term, so no familiar faces this day.) 

The kiddos had read a piece in their books by Maya Angelou called "New Directions", and their assignment for the day was to answer two questions about it. 

Only two questions? Yes. First, that was not the plan for the whole period (this was to take them about twenty minutes). And second, they were to answer the questions in a specific way, using textual evidence.

They had done something similar in sixth grade (the sixth and seventh grade teachers meet once a year to coordinate things), but not to this extent. But this is the natural progression as each year the English teachers have them build their writing skills by taking them to the next level.

Ms. L left me slides to go over, and we did the first question (of three, they did two on their own) together.

Oh, the whining...

It's nice when the teachers leave me something to do where I get to teach as opposed to giving the kiddos independent work. Instead of dealing with bored students not wanting to work, I got to do something with them. 

But still, seventh grade. Keeping their focus is a challenge.

Somehow, this has become a year of seventh grade for me. So far, anyway. Funny how these themes find me, depending on the year. 

(Want to feel old? This year's seventh graders are the class of 2030.)

Worried Anticipation

Back when I was a newbie sub, I had days where I'd show up to a classroom only to discover that the teacher wasn't going to be out for the day. The teacher would be surprised there was a sub. It would turn out that there was an error somewhere, and I would be dispatched somewhere else (as the district made the error, not me). 

This has not happened for years now. But, I'm always a bit uncertain. That anxiety has never fully gone away.

Tuesday. I had picked up the assignment a couple weeks prior. But, when I arrived in the classroom, I found no lesson plans. And I got paranoid.

I have subbed for Ms. G in the past. She leaves detailed sub plans. But nothing. 

So, I didn't do my usual settling into the day. Normally I put my name on the board, figure out where my bag will live for the day, set up the computer with my note and the attendance and such. I waited to see what was going to happen.

And then the classroom phone rang...

The caller ID said it was the teacher. And I was relieved. (I knew she had to be calling to give me lesson plans.)

Turns out, Ms. G had planned to be on campus for her virtual training, but she had gotten sick over the weekend, so she was doing the virtual training at home. Because she had planned to be on campus, she hadn't left her lesson plans. (It had been a three-day weekend with Monday off.) 

I don't think I'll ever fully believe a teacher isn't going to show up and be, "Sub? What sub? I don't need a sub," until I see the lesson plans. Even though it's been over a decade since this has been an issue. 

(The photography classes were mostly fine. My major issue with the day was a migraine that I'd been dealing with for a couple days.) 

Compulsory Vote

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 have heard that there are countries where everyone is required to vote. Considering how low voter turnout can be in the U.S., I wondered a few things. (Although, my brain made a weird turn, and I thought about how that would affect voter suppression.) Anyway...

What if voting was required of every U.S. citizen over the age of 18? 

Eyeing the Sweater, Modeled

Over a week ago I finished the crocheted eye sweater:

I got it in the mail Tuesday (Monday was a holiday). It arrived Friday. I immediately got a text from Liv. She declared she was obsessed. And of course she included a photo:

(Several of you expressed your hope you'd see it modeled, so here it is.)

She also posted it to Instagram:

And she's asked how much I would charge to make another one. Apparently her friends would like one, too.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

And I never know how much to ask for.

(The yarn alone was about $40. So, more than that. But how much more? How much would you be willing to pay for something like that?)

Familiar Faces, Part 2

When I left the seventh grade science class, I told the kiddos that it wasn't goodbye. It was "see you around". Because I would see them again. And again. And again.

Friday. I was asked to cover an extra period, seventh grade history. And of the class of 33, I counted 18 names that I recognized (and once I was in the class, I noted a couple more faces that I recognized without remembering their names). Oh, and the history classroom was basically next door to the science classroom.

The good news was I knew more than half the class. The bad news was I knew more than half the class.

They were wound up, but it was the last period on a Friday of a minimum day, so I kinda knew that was coming. 

I caught two students with phones. Myles was there, but he kept his head down this time. Edgar kept calling me over for various reasons, ending with telling me he really wanted to learn to speak Korean. 

(And Keith, who was referenced in yesterday's post, was in this class. Without his twin.)

I'm rather surprised at how many names I learned in my thirty days in the science class. But it's helped me a lot. If I keep getting to cover seventh grade classes, I may even remember their names for longer than a school year.

Fictional Twin

"Do you know a Keith that goes to this school?"

I did. There was a Keith in the seventh grade science class I had done the long-term assignment in.

It was passing period before fourth period. A boy named Kevin was claiming that this Keith was his twin. His classmates were dubious. I didn't have much information, so I stayed out of the discussion. And then it was time to start class.

It was French 2. The students in this discussion were in eighth grade. For the time I was there, Kevin maintained this story that he had a twin that went to the school.

I quickly figured out that this story is a fabrication. 

Because, while Keith does have a twin, that twin was in the same science period as Keith, and his name is Jared. 

Oh, and Keith is in seventh grade while Kevin is in eighth. (And Keith is white while Kevin is Black.) 

I'm not sure why I didn't bust Kevin, but I chose to stay out of this conversation and just watch from afar. 

The next time I had this group in class, Kevin had changed his story. No, Keith wasn't his twin. His twin's name was Kingsley. 

This was slightly more plausible as Kingsley actually has the same last name as Kevin. 

Funnily enough, I had met Kingsley as well. In the seventh grade science class. So, again, not his twin as Kevin is in eighth grade. 

I'm not sure what it is about that age, but they will tell stories that are clearly fabricated and they will try to get people to believe them. And they will maintain that they are telling the truth even when you have ample evidence that they are lying.

Perhaps that's why I chose to stay out of it. I didn't want to waste the energy.

Because, the kiddos were sucked into that conversation enough. They were sure he was lying, and they were working hard to disprove Kevin. But every reason they could find that Kevin was lying Kevin was able to rebut. 

Did they get their French work done? I hope so. But eighth graders. They can get distracted by just about anything.

What the Swear?

Wednesday, fifth period. French 1. 

(I ended up covering a week of French classes. It was one of those assignments that I picked up at 11:30 PM Sunday night for two days, and then it got extended into the full week. Sometimes the gigs happen like that.)

The teacher had left them a list of things to do in their Google Classrooms that I only got passing glimpses of. (It included this article about France.) So, I wasn't sure what they were up to when one group was urging a classmate to repeat something. In French.

Okay, so I took French in school. A while ago. But I think I know more than the French 1 students do. Still, I couldn't figure out what it was they were trying to say.

It sounded like "gen-tel-main". I interpreted it as je t'aime. I repeated this back to them. They said that was it. The boy asked what he was saying. I translated: "I love you". 

No, that's not what they were going for. (Not shocked.)

The way they were asking the boy to repeat it? The way they were going about trying to say something? Yeah, they were trying to swear. They were trying to get the boy to say something not polite. 

They pulled up Google Translate. I hovered over their shoulders, watching. They ended up with je t'emmène. "I'll take you." 

Huh? 

With me watching, they couldn't very well go for what they actually were trying to say. They acted like that was it. Sure. Whatever.

Everyone else seems to learn how to swear in other languages, but those lessons seem to pass me by. Otherwise, I would have had a better idea of what they were actually trying to say. Because, that? Nope. That was what one says in front of the teacher when the teacher is paying attention.

Their teacher, who is actually French, likely has a better idea of what they were trying to say. So, I sketched the scene for her in my note, and she can figure it out. She's the kind of teacher that goes over the sub note with the class (she said she would). I can just imagine how that conversation is going to go. 

It's always fun to encounter these kiddos later when they learn that I do actually write these things down. Especially when they thought it was play time with the teacher gone. *cackles*

I Voted, So Please Shut Up

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 live in California. They now send all registered voters mail-in ballots. I got mine about a week and a half ago. (And I returned it all filled in a week ago.)

We have the option of doing the mail-in ballot or going to our polling place on election day. There's also early in-person voting. Options. 

And I'd like one more option...

What if those who have already submitted their ballots could opt out of all the political ads? What if there was a way to just "I voted" out of the TV commercials? What if the various campaigns could find out who returned a ballot so they wouldn't waste their time mailing out the various flyers?

Eyeing the Sweater

It. Is. Finished.

Finally.

(Only four months late...)

I pushed through last week and got the bottoms of the sleeves completed:

It's not quite how the reference picture looks, but at this point, I'm calling it good enough. 

So, what got me over the finish line? A couple days off work. Cooler weather. And not being in the long-term assignment. I had a bit more mental energy to figure out what I needed and push through.

Now I get to mail this off to my niece. The timing's good as she should be able to wear it now. It would have been nice if I had gotten it to her in time for her birthday, but oh well. (Her birthday was in June.) 

This is why I can't "design" stuff to a deadline. (Although, I didn't design it. I just copied a picture. Which is harder in a way.) There are too many things I need to think about, and that takes time. I can deal with deadlines better if I have a pattern to work off of.

If I had known it was going to take fifteen posts to get the sweater complete, I would not have done the eyeball puns for titles. Or maybe I would have. It was fun, in a way.

Now, I have to figure out what project I'm going to work on next.

Eye sweater previous posts:

• Eyeing a New Project
  
• Seeing Some Progress
• Second Sight
• Envisioning the Next Step
• Glaring and Sniffling
• Surveying the Sweater
• Looking Towards Sleeves
• Watching More Progress
• Regarding an Omission
• Eyeballing the Sleeves
• Can't Quite See It
• Witnessing Another Bout of Yarn Chicken
• Current Views of the Sweater
• Cross-Eyed