Monday, March 31, 2008
Last year I was so glad that April Fool's fell on a weekend. That way I didn't have to worry about teenagers getting the best of me while I was standing up in front of the class. This year however, it's not. Tomorrow, as I wake up, my stomach will be tied in knots. I don't know what my students have up their sleeves, but I know I'm not ready for it. This year I have the upper hand because I already played an early joke on them. They heard this morning that we were going on a field trip tomorrow. Little did they know that it was a fake field trip to the moon (how many times I've wanted to send them for real!!). They were worked up about it all day. I even had one student worry he wouldn't get to go because he didn't have his work done and he got a detention slip. I sent the permission slip home amongst a bunch of other papers. It will be funny to see how many actually come back. Maybe I started early trouble for myself and tomorrow will be a day of revenge.
We shall see, I will keep you updated!
Monday, March 24, 2008
This goes out to my sister because:
1. She hasn't posted on her blog in a long time and I check it every day to see if there's something, and..
2. They love the Grinch so I know she will appreciate it.
"Where Are You Lindsay"
Where are you Lindsay
Why can't I find you
Why have you gone away
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me
Why can't I hear music play
My world is gone now
I only yawn now
Does that mean you’ve gone too
Where are you Lindsay
Do you remember
The blog you used to know
I'm still the same one
Our time is not done
Why you have let me go
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
And what's with making people wait? When the ladies are done with a customer at the hair place, they highlight the ticket, they saunter back to their station and clean their clippers (yes, I know that's important but does it have to take 15 minutes?), they lazily sweep the floor, they walk to the back room and have a piece of cake (one they didn't need in the first place), then they finally saunter back to the front and call the next person's name. All of that took 20 minutes when I've already been waiting 20! It's like they do it on purpose to see if another stylist finishes before them. It's almost like they are picking and choosing who they want. If you don't want to serve people, why do you have a job that requires customer service?
How about restaurant service? Can you go anywhere that really serves you and takes care of you as a customer? And what's the business about being afraid to say something? I'm scared to complain about my food anymore. Why? You know when they take your food back someone's doing something disgusting to it or you are scared they will. Why should I have to feel bad about ordering water too? I don't want all the sugar that pop has and pop is stinking expensive! Why can't I order water? Yes, I know it lowers my bill and therefore you are getting less of a tip, but deal with it!
I guess I miss the days of true customer service when someone really earns their tip or their pay. I guess this also shows how my parents brought me up to not be lazy. I think too many people are spoiled today and they get what they want anyway so they don't have to work for it. So in the end, thanks Mom and Dad for not spoiling me!
P.S. I think this deserves the title of a rant! Don't worry, I'm off my soapbox - sorry.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
This year we tried a new game: kickball. Now, we were even more worried. I mean, old people rounding bases? Do you know the last time I played kickball? I was in grade school (more than a decade ago!). Do you remember "requesting" your pitch? You know: smooth, bumpy, or extra bumpy. So yesterday we played the students in a 6 inning, no strikes, kickball game and we won!! The staff won 25 to 13. See, old people still rock!!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Now, almost 45 minutes and he just came in and apologized to me for throwing books at me, "dicking" (he can't say his "s's") his tongue out at me, shutting the door and being mean to me. At the beginning of this post I was crying because I felt like my son didn't love me, and I wasn't doing anything right. Now, I am crying because he knows he did something wrong, and he knows he should apologize for it. When it comes down to it, maybe I am doing something right.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I gave this challenge to my middle schoolers earlier this year and they had fun with it. Some of their stories included:
I'm blessed. Blessings gave me friends.
Serving in the gym, playing volleyball.
Shoes, very comfy, fun to wear.
Cute shoes in the store. Now pinching.
Cow born, makes milk, fresh beef (I think this one is my favorite!)
Volleyball, smooth going, Friday. Going down.
Good luck coming up with one of your own!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
- Blink by Tim Deeker
- The Choice by Nicholas Sparks
- The Gift by Richard Paul Evans
- The Witness by Dee Henderson (I actually have this book from the library, it's just a matter of opening it and starting it.)
- House of Dies Drear by Virginia Hamilton (this one should be first on my list because my 7th graders are reading it right now. They're on chapter 7 and I have to get ahead of them!!!)
- Any new books from Terri Blackstock's Night Light series. If you have not read these, you should. It is a great series!
That's my list for now. We'll see how I do!