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| Wednesday, October 15, 2008 |
| Sir, come Cision. |
Hello Friends,
Tomorrow is mini-Friday! whooya. Wednesday is my busiest day because I have zero preps which means I am with my Grade 7 class for FOUR CONSECUTIVE CLASSES. Usually I want to die by the end but it was a fairly pleasant day.
Let me recap: In religion we are talking about Joshua and today were doing a "chapter 1-6 review." Let me just say that though one may THINK religion will be the most "wholesome" of subjects at a christian school, that is not true at all.
Chapter Two: Rahab is a Prostitute
" Does everyone know what a prostitute is?"
giggles. faces hidden. nods.
Boy 1 : it's like a whore.
Me: Well, that is a slang word that is not very kind.
Boy 2: ohhhhh! so like a hooker?
Me: ugh. Another slang word.
Girl :some dress up as women but they are really men.
Me: ok. awesome. Let's get back on track.
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Chapter Five: circumcision at Gilgal.
"Does everyone know what circumcision is?"
giggles. faces hidden. boys grab their crotches.
Boy 1: Let's just say it's when something gets cut off.
Boy 2: And then you can't have babies
Me: Uhh. Well no, something IS cut off but you can still have babies.
Boy 2: No, my dad had one so he couldn't have kids anymore. My mom made him and then they got divorced so he's really mad.
all kids look up in interest.
Me: DIFFERENT PROCEDURE. ok, uh. take out your Joshua crossword puzzles.
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Later on in Social Studies a boy points at a picture of a knife depicting some artifacts the British traded with the Mi'kmaq people: "so is this what they used to circumcise them?"
Me: (sigh) I don't think the First Nations were really into circumcision.
boys huddle around picture of knife and rein act how bad the pain would be if they too were circumcised and (incidentally), circumcised by the knife of a Mi'kmaq tribe member.
pardon the pun. |
posted by michelle @ 5:47 PM  |
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| Wednesday, October 8, 2008 |
| musings. |
I just ate a big bowl of Cinnamon Life and Multi-Grain Cheerios. Yep, it was my supper. Luke is working tonight which means I can pretend I am single and go all crrrazy!
i wish he was home.
also. I am still hungry
anyways, I am eager for the long weekend. I love not setting alarms and sipping coffee instead of gulping it while saying to myself "I don't care if this makes you feel nauseous, you will need it later.self." I was a good girl last weekend and planned all ahead for this week which means that I already have stuff planned for next week which MEANS...perhaps a break. I have a problem with planning ahead though; once I get slightly ahead then it becomes an obsession and I just want to get more-and-more ahead until it gets out of hand. I am really good at time management. almost too good.
I am trying really hard to love my class; however, Grade 7 is SUCH an annoying age group. They are too cool for school, and yet, they are just not cool at all. (It doesn't help that the boys are forced to wear khakis) I remember Grade 7 pretty well and I feel as if I should just enlighten my class with a few words of advice:
- Everyone in the class is only thinking about themselves, despite the fact that you think they are all looking and/or thinking about you.
- You can't hide under desks anymore. You weigh more than 70 pounds.
- Slouching is never attractive.
- "No you're a __________" is not a really, really funny comeback. It never has been.
- Bad marks are not reason to celebrate. Good marks are not a reason to make fun of someone.
- Your boobs may never grow bigger than that. Sorry. |
| posted by michelle @ 5:41 PM |
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| Thursday, October 2, 2008 |
| time & time again |
It is amazing to me how much life can change in such a short amount of time. The last time I wrote a blog I was in the middle of a mini-crisis about my future. I had given up most hope about having a teaching job and I was embarking upon a year of what I thought would be discouraging and unchallenging. And then... in the matter of three days (from phonecall-application-interview) I had a job teaching grade 6 and grade 7 at a...Private. Christian. School.
GULP!
what?! Last year I distinctly remember saying how this would NOT be where I would be working; however, life is funny and so is God. I pretty much feel like God plucked me out of my pity-party-for-one and said "ok. try this!". It has basically been two weeks now and ain't it somethin'. Here are some things that make the whole thing funny:
1. It's a private Christian school.
2. It's in Spruce Grove and I have to drive there. Our car is standard. I had to learn. I am still learning, much to the chagrin of the person behind me.
3. It is Grade 6 and 7. I am an elementary person, like...Grade 2 is probably my favourite grade. I like reading corners, math manipulatives, show & tell and hugs. I don't get hugs, but I do get attitude.
ALTHOUGH!! I wrote in my previous post about reading "the willoughbys." On my first day of teaching I had some time to burn so I pulled it out. My Grade 7's groaned with exasperation that they would have to participate in something so juvenile as listening to a story. I started reading and at first they suppressed their chuckles, muffled their guffaws and hid their snickers; however, soon they could not hold it in anymore and I had outright laughter at the wit of this perilous parody. Now they BEG for it. Michelle:1. Class:0. |
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