I just woke up from a nightmare, and there is no way I am getting back to sleep. What do teachers dream about? School, of course!

Disclaimer: This is a dream. This is only a dream. If any of these events happen in reality, I -will- curl up in a ball and cry for hours on end and hide under my blanket. Thank you.

In my classroom with 2nd grade, having instrument centers. Loud, but highly organized. Going very well, all kids working nicely. Two girls come in from other class, are trying to tell me about a child in my class. I can’t hear them well, and surely they aren’t saying what I think they’re saying. Take the girls in the hall, and yes, they are saying. It takes a lot of hemming and hawing, but they’re accusing one of the boys in my classroom of having a gun at school. I ask if they’ve seen it, just to clarify. More hemming and hawing. The answer turns out to be ‘no’, and the girls have made up the story. They got the idea from the shirt one of the girls was wearing, which I can still see clearly. It was an oversized white polo, and the front was in four sections. In each of the sections was a black, sketch-like picture of one of the Winnie-the-Pooh characters contemplating suicide in some manner or another. I only clearly remember one panel, in which Christopher Robin is sitting on the edge of a bed holding a gun and looking down at it thoughtfully. This is from where the girls had gotten the idea, and they had been lying about the boy. While I’m finding this out, my administration is staring down at me disapprovingly, and then leaves me multiple large chart tablets filled with criticism and ‘ways to improve’ before they stalk off, shaking their heads in disappointment. Next, I go back into my classroom…what had been order is now chaos. My class has gotten into my games, and now every inch of my floor is covered in mismatched puzzle pieces, including behind my desk and risers. All of my children are making as much noise as humanly possible, and several are screaming at the top of their lungs, sounds worthy of a horror film. I manage to get several of them to start cleaning up puzzle pieces, then notice in the corner of my room is a small animal cage. In the cage, what looks like a purple ferret with a green mohawk is running in a hamster wheel. The cage door is open, and two small frogs are hopping about just outside of it. I have no idea why there are animals in my room…I don’t have any classroom pets in reality, nor did I in my dream. The kids get most of the puzzle pieces picked up and distributed into the right bags (I actually label the back of puzzle pieces with a symbol to know what piece goes to what puzzle). Still, I’ve got two or three kids who will not stop screaming! This is when I woke up. I am still shaking.
breoaigit: (and I feel fine)
I did it! I finally made the appointment and went in to get it all chopped off, and here are the results:

Pictures beneath the tag! )

Who?

May. 4th, 2010 08:58 am
Heard in 5th grade:

Me: Sylvester Stallone is in it.

Kid: Who?
Heard today while 4th grade finished watching the "Swan Princess" (leftover from TAKS testing last week.)

"Huh. Odette is now Oh-dead."

"Odette should marry me! I'm way cooler!"

I really love 4th grade. :)
So one of my second grade classes found out I'm having surgery. I've really played it up as very minor, and that the best part is I get to stay home and be lazy for two weeks! In response to this, one boy offered ever so sincerely, "Do you want to borrow my Wii while you're sick, Mrs. Fuzzy?" I melted, bigtime. Awwww! Of course, I declined, and assured him we did indeed already have a Wii. To which another little boy piped up, "You can borrow my Playstation, then!"

Kids are awesome. :)

Yoink!

Aug. 11th, 2009 04:59 pm
Or something like that. I'm not sure what it'll sound like, and thankfully, I won't be awake to hear it. Yes, folks, I am officially going to be the proud recipient of a hysterectomy! But wait! That's not all! For just...Oh, wait. Yeah, that's all. ;) Come November, I get to go in and let them root around a bit and remove my fibroid-infused baby-making bits which I do not need, leaving the bits that actually are currently helpful. I should be down and out for about two weeks, then back to normal. I'm not terribly sure how I feel about it. I suspect some of my current lightheartedness is whistling in the dark, and that further less fun-happy emotions are in store, but I'll let it all happen as it does. The doctor today was utterly spectacular, and spent at least a full 1/2 hour discussing options and implications with me. Thankfully, at my age, childbearing is no longer a big deal, and she didn't even try to suggest I might change my mind. Plus she'll be doing the surgery herself, which is also comforting.

In happier news, I am now officially a member of the Austin Civic Chorus! I start singing with them next Monday night! WOOT!

Fireflies?

Aug. 11th, 2009 09:59 am
I just realized that I have not seen a single firefly all summer long. Has nonstop 100+ degrees every day scared them off?

I miss the fireflies. Little sparks of magic at dusk.
I have found new videos at http://www.youtube.com/user/klusmanp. The man is a professional engineer and cat wrangler, and my ribs now hurt from laughing so much. This -literally- puts the LOL in lolcat, and even has good grammar!
So most everyone knows I do not have children. I do not want children. Yes, I like kids. I wouldn't be a teacher if I didn't. I have a -brilliant- relationship with my own mother, and I love her dearly. I still don't want to be a mother myself, and physically I'm very close to being incapable of it. I am happy in my non-motherhood. I do not feel maternal. Nurturing? Compassionate? Yes. Maternal, no.

I got three mother's day cards today. Three. I appreciate them in the spirit they were given (just because my family loves me...they no longer expect kiddos), but I'm still laughing on the inside with lots of bemused headshaking. Granted, one of them was technically from my cats and dogs. One was a pretty one from my mother just for being her daughter. Another was from my grandmother, who still harbors hopes that I'll "change my mind".

Ironically, I did not get anyone cards. My brother and I cooked dinner for our Mom instead. I made potato salad and bought strawberries and chocolate pudding, and took all that over. My brother grilled steaks. My sister-in-law, who is very pregnant, cut up veggies. We had a wonderful dinner filled with lots of laughter, good food, warmth, hugs, and fun. I will never be able to buy a card that puts that feeling onto simple paper, and frankly I'm -rotten- about remembering to buy cards. So's my brother. We remember to cook and give hugs though, and somehow our family puts up with us. We had three very special mothers there tonight...our mom, our grandmother, and my sister-in-law. I am in awe of them and love them all dearly. I just don't aspire to join their ranks.

Can tomorrow be "Women Choosing Not To Add To The Population Day"? ;)
Why is it that even though I don't particularly like San Antonio, I tend to end up here often? Ah, well, it's not that bad. I just like Austin better. ;)

Anyhow, I'm in my hotel room, which is nice, if a little older than some refurbished hotels. It's quiet, I've found San Antonio's classical music station on the radio, and I found a wireless network for which I do not have to pay. The hotel's wireless, you see, is not free. I was rather less than pleased about that. But then, the pub in the hotel -does- have free wireless. So I check my list, and lo, I can use that one! Yay! Evidently they do not expect the casual hotel guest to be able to figure out the different networks. Shh. If you don't tell, I won't either. ;)

I've got some pretty full days coming up, and the seminars I'm attending look like they'll be awesome. I'll write about them after I go though, just in case. I miss everyone in Austin, particularly my Dean. I'll be home Saturday though!

ETA: Oh. Yeah. I'm here for the Texas Music Educator Association conference. The music teachers of Texas have totally taken over downtown San Antonio. We're a pretty quiet lot, amusingly enough. ;)
breoaigit: (and I feel fine)
So today I was down in Austin getting Dean his belated Christmas present (a .22 pistol, very shiny.) A few blocks away from the store, I passed the Blood Center of Central Texas. Now, I'd been there once a few years ago with [livejournal.com profile] tajnyj and donated blood, and had absolutely no problems whatsoever. So I decided I'd pop in, let them drain a pint, and be on my merry way.

Well, close.

Snipped for blood and gore. Sorta. )

And then I went grocery shopping. ;)
Clearly. Clearly this is a message from on high. I should either find a choir like this in which to sing, or begin one myself. Hmm. Can I conduct adults? Dunno. Never tried.

Complaint Choir of Philadelphia
Because the Swedish Chef, Beaker, and Animal singing Carmen? This is the best. Ever.
We're driving home after a lovely dinner. Stopped at a light beside us is a somewhat elderly pickup, and on the side it read:"

"HORSESHOER
512-###-####"

(Yes, there was a real phone number there. No, I don't remember it.)

Me, peering across and trying to read: Horses...hore. Horses whore?
Dean: *stares at me* Horse-shoer.

Merry Christmas!
This is a photo essay of what became of some of Michael Vick's dogs. Merry Christmas!
Things I’ve Done

A Borrowed Meme Is The Best Meme!

Saw this at Rants By Ronni.

Below snip, for sake of sanity! )
1.) Why the heck is Palin still the headline on CNN.com? It's creepy!

2.) One of my students today made a joke about Basement Cat. I darn near hurt myself laughing. I then returned a quip about Ceiling Cat. He then cracked up laughing, stunned that a teacher would know LOLcat stuff. All hail LOLcat, spanning generations! ;)

3.) I am sleepy. I am now going to bed. Goodnight, folks!
Four years ago, I posted this after Bush's second election. I don't think I was wrong. We've seen a lot of woefully regressive views come to light. On the other hand, we did survive the four years, and while there's an immense mess left behind, the tools and workers are there ready to get to work.

And so I think to myself today that while the next four (or eight!) years will not be sunshine and roses, they will be steady improvement. You fall into a hole fast. You climb back out slow. Now I feel like we have a ladder, at least.

And my brother did make it home safe. I pray the rest do too.

P.S. Check out in the comments in my old post. [livejournal.com profile] tajnyj is precognitive!
I am delighted with the election results, obviously. I feel like even breathing is easier. I cannot wait to hear Obama's speech here in a bit.

I am also impressed with McCain's very gracious concession. The man has class.

But what I am most glad for? Not having Palin shoved in my face anymore. Whew! (I bet McCain's glad to send her packing back to Alaska too.) ;)

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