51 posts tagged “school”
Health Care
I'm very excited for the poor, down trodden, innocent people of the United States as I think they might now have access to Health Care.
I'm not naturally so poetic. Much of that sentence is from a song my class is singing for Remembrance Day. It talks about the great giant that treads on the poor innocence of people. Translation: Capitalism is killing Latin America. Try explaining that to 8 year-olds.
I've recently been in touch with some of my good friends from Montreal which has made me oh so happy!
Report Card progress: 39% complete. Right on track.
This time of year makes me emotional and introspective. Too much time alone and with too much to do.
So this is what I have come up with: I gave up my friends for my boyfriend and I gave up fun for my job. A weekend ALONE with my JOB is not going to help this point of view.
The good news is this: Report Cards go out on November 20 and then I can stop the train wreck my brain seems to be on. If I get to it, I can be done even sooner.
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I'm still sick, but only a mild cold.
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My school has MICE! Eww. All the women are freaking out and all the men are being mean and torturing and teasing us saying 'What's the big deal?" They're MICE!
Day#1 - throat closure. You know what's sick? Sometimes I hope to get sick. Yep. Except that sick hurts, so I regret it.
Anyway, I would like this whole illness thing to hold off until Wednesday. I think I can afford to stay at home that day. I would also like the illness to be serious enough to merit me staying home, while not serious enough to prevent me from working from home. And then be gone by Thursday.
You know what else is sick? A 30 year-old woman trying to do a spiral. Would you believe that that's NOT what my spiral looks like? It's not like I've kept up my practice since I was 17 and oh, 17 lbs lighter. You know, my leg was more flexible and not as heavy to lift into the air. Though weight may not be a very strong argument as I got new skates and there are at least 3 tonnes lighter than my old skates. Infact, given that reasoning, my spiral should look professional. Alas, it's kind of ugly. Think 75 degree angle.
One more disgusting thing for the day. I yelled at a French kid in French. It was not merited and I never would have done the same to an English kid. It's like there is still a part of my brain that doesn't think that French is real. Anyway, I apologized.
My goal for tomorrow is to write English and French Reading and Writing comments and marks. Ambitious? Yes. Doable? If I do it it is!
I saw the most beautiful thing I have ever seen a child so. Another time.
Life is so good that I don't need to blog about it apparently!
So, since my body was diseased, a few things have happened:
- I got better.
- We did some fun things at school. (big bike trip, swimming, dance lesson, dance club performance, staff parties, etc.) Each of those things could get it's own post, but it won't.
- Jason moved in for the summer!
- My cousin had a wedding celebration.
- I hung out at the lake.
This is what I have to do today:
- Go for a run
- Do laundry
- Return books
- Buy jewelry
- Wash my car
- Wash the floor
- Clean my room
- Pack
- Go to FRANCE!!!!
I'm cramming in a poetry unit in the last days of April, which is poetry month. I taught my class about analyzing poetry, metaphors, onomatopoeia and making hypothesis. One child exclaimed "Madame, stop. Your big words are scaring me." Fair enough, they are only 8 and 9 years old.
We read one poem, analyzed the structure, the rhyme and the repetition as well as the meaning of the poem. (You're impressed, right? I mean these kids are only 8 and 9!) When I say we, I mean I told them to count the number of times a word is written, what words rhymed and I explained what I thought the poem meant.
Then I passed out some poems, gave them a few minutes and told them to do the same thing. Cue the look of fear. Except for one girl, she loves to talk, and was ready to give her opinion.
This is the poem:
Toc toc toc!
Toc toc toc!
Il pleut dur la terre.
Toc toc toc!
Il fait noir et clair.
Toc toc toc!
Tu bats des paupières.
Toc toc toc!
Tu fais des éclairs.
Toc toc toc!
Voici le tonnerre.
Here's some vocabulary for the anglophunny people. (That is what one of the students called himself today, cracked me up!)
toc toc toc - doesn't mean anything. It's just a sound.
Il pleut - rain
éclairs - lightening
tonnerre - thunder
Do you see the theme?
So she said that this poem represented the dark side of humanity and that it was really sad. Uh, okay. I guess it could be about all the pain in the world. I just thought it was about rain.
There is a girl who is sick in bed. She has a job that requires a strong voice. Her voice is weak and pitiful.
There is a boy who is is tired and chilled and achy and snotty. (But the girl still thinks he's wonderful.)
The girl decided that for the sake of her health, she would not go to work.
The boy decided that for the sake of his students, he would go to work.
The girl thinks that neither of them should go to work and that it is wonderful that they are both legitimately sick at the same time.
The boy thinks that the world will stop turning if he does not go to work.
The girl is, of course, exaggerating the boy's opinion.
Actually, the boy thinks that a guest teacher will have a terrible day because he would not be able to whip up a fabulous plan.
The girl thinks that that's okay, because guest teachers get paid. You see, since she teaches a specialized area, it often happens that a guest teacher cannot do what is planned. Oh well.
Apparently, the girl doesn't get the realities of high school and the realities of the small town. Somewhat of a theme.
As well, as the boy pointed out, there are far worse jobs where people have far worse days than the boy and the girl do, when they work sick.
True.
So the girl is extremely thankful that she lives in a country that is great and was able to get an education. She is also thankful that the education allowed her to get a pretty darn nice job. Most of the time, she's not too thrilled that she has to pay union dues. However, it is those union dues that got her the right to stay home when she is sick.
Does the boy not also have the same rights? Of course. He just sees things differently.
The girl is quite sure that this will be a point of contention 3 times a year for the next 27 years. Stay tuned.
I must hate myself. For this is what I did tonight.
I'm not above a box.
Oh the mixing...
The beaters! Proof that I'm crazy. I love licking beaters! But I didn't! Not even one little lick. They are sitting on my counter because it pains me to wash that sweet, sweet chocolatey goodness off. It should be in my mouth! But no. It will be washed away.
Cooling before icing. A treat for my staff. I hope they're delicious! I will never really know.
No time! I have lots of great things to write about, but no time to write! Such is my blogging trend. I can type about nothing when I have time and nothing is going on, but when there are good things going on, no time to write.
Point form:
- Boyfriend of SIX MONTHS! is amazing.
- Going to Canadians with skating.
- Going on a big trip this summer.
- Roommate is leaving. I'm not really investigating the possibility of a new roommate, but if you have a recommendation, I might be willing.
- I miss my parents. They are quite well, but I haven't seen them and barely talk to them.
- School is good. Yay!
Bless you readers who continue to check :)
For the upcoming Western Canadian Championship, my responsibility is to contact all the principals in my school division and ask for their assistance.
I was supposed to do this months ago, but it got done today. While not too late, it is none too early.
I have been a little nervous, they are principals, they are all my superiors. As well, I was using my school board account, so they know that they are indeed my superiors. Therefore, I wanted it to be perfect.
Three of them just e-mailed me to tell me that there is no attachment. Ahh! So I promptly sent it again, with attachment.
But how embarrassing.
Also, about 7 parents emailed me to let me know that I forgot to attach a letter I said I was sending to them. Eek! At least they know me at this point and I have probably done at least something that puts me in their good books.
Moral of the story: Don't do work when you are home sick. Go to sleep.
I'm finished report cards ! It is a wonderful feeling. I feel that I'm starting to return to my self, that I am recapturing my soul. I know, dear readers, you think that I am exaggerating. I swear, I am not. I find writing term papers to be a hella lot easier than writing report cards. For me and many others, it is agonizing. But it is over !
Today is my 3-month anniversary of dating Jason! I'm not sure that anniversary is the correct term, as I know it refers to a year. Given my fried brain, it's the best I can come up with. Dating Jason is wonderful, fabulous and marvelous. He is truly the kindest, sweetest boyfriend I could ask for. I cannot believe that in 3 months, we have not had one argument. I'm a scrapper! This is something that has never happened before. I think it's possible that it is partially due to the fact that he lives in a different location than I do. However, I have dated boys in a different area code and still managed to fight. So this is pretty special. Not only do we not fight, we have fun. What a magical combination.
