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I started crocheting scarves a few weeks ago.  Don't get excited.  I'm not good at crafts.  I just have the patience to keep at them, provided I've been given very clear directions.

And these scarves are REALLY easy, because you just use one stitch on this special yarn that's already most of the work done for you.  My seventh grade girls REALLY liked the first scarf they saw me wearing, and wanted to know where I got it.  I was going to give them some of the many random scarves I'd made, but then I decided I'd teach them HOW to make them.  (This is a class that definitely spends more time texting and watching TV than I imagine I'd like a seventh grader of mine to spend.  You can see the resulting lack of patience/focus/etc.)  And they all said yes, they'd like to learn.

So, this lunch period, I taught them all how to do it.  They are all very excited about making their scarves, and they all look so cute sitting there crocheting.  And then one of the girls -- the most "I prefer texting about Justin Bieber to any other activity in the whole world" one of them all -- said to me, "My mom will come in tomorrow and give you a big hug and say THANK YOU!  SHE ISN'T TEXTING!"

Which made my day. 


Now if only I could figure out a way to get a student to say "My mom is going to come in and hug you and say "THANK YOU!  SHE STUDIES LATIN EVERY DAY!"
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One of my students told someone else that I was "furious" in choir today.  Which I'm actually quite proud of, since he was one of the people who SHOULD think I'm furious, and since I never raised my voice.

:-)

(Our Christmas Concert this Friday will go significantly more smoothly if the baritones -- several of whom have no excuse whatsoever at all -- eventually decide to bother to learn their part.  I'm hoping for tonight)

That being said, I think the how-to-sing part has been going very well, because the Sopranos and Altos always sound lovely, and the baritones do as well, in those rare moments when they know both the notes and the words at the same time.

I am in such a good mood this week, that even this potential disaster is not going to bring me down.  Probably explains why I was not, in fact, furious.  :-D
goldvermilion87: (littlejohn)
...my students are really really really brilliant?

Well, one of my ex-students said yesterday,

"Oh!  Miss V.  I saw this picture online of Sherlock and he's saying "Hot Cup of Coffee" "Cup" and making a face at it was hilarious, so I downloaded it onto my iPod to show you!"

And he showed me:

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Even if he completely forgets the Riddle of Induction, I will feel that last year's Western Thought class was a job well done.
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Are you my student?

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If you are or were, and you have not yet graduated from high school and you are looking at this post, you are...

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And I am...

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About twenty tiny people are straggling down the hall kindasorta in a line.

VERY LOUD TINY PERSON:  WHOSE MOM ARE YOU????????????????????????????????????

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(If you want to hear this properly in your head, imagine it in the same cadence as Spenser Breslin's "WHO ARE THEY????" in The Kid.)


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Of course, tiny people are not the only ones who are confused about my marital status and related matters.  I am the tenth grade Brit Lit teacher as well as the eleventh grade Western Though teacher.  And this is my second year.  My mother has worked at this school since I was a senior in high school, so... eight years now?  The kids in eleventh grade have both me and my mom as teachers this year. 

And they walked into the teacher's room yesterday and addressed me as Mrs. B three or four times, which I assumed was a persistent slip of the tongue until they handed me a note addressed "To Mrs. B, from the Eleventh Grade Class" 

goldvermilion87: (littlejohn)
Because they really are like adorable hilarious aliens.

Observe:



I encounter a tiny person in an hallway.  His hand shoots up into the air.

ME:  Yes?

TINY PERSON:  Um, excuse me!

ME:  Yes?

TINY PERSON:  Um... well, I have my badminton racket, but I don't have anything to put it in.

ME:  ...
        ...
        ...
        For recess?

TINY PERSON [directs me to backpack with conspicuous badminton racket handle sticking out of it]:  I brought my badminton racket to school so I could play with it with my friends but I don't have anything to carry it in.

ME:  Could you just carry it out in your hand?

TINY PERSON:  Okay.

And he runs off to recess holding the racket straight out in front of him in two hands.

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(NB:  I'M BACK!)
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Explanation of Plato's Allegory of the Cave begins thus:

"Little Drew has lived his whole life watching the shadows cast on the family's 52 inch flat-rock cave wall."

Just one more example of MY STUDENTS BEING AWESOME!!!!!!!
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MY STUDENTS ARE AWESOME!!!!!!!

On the last day of classes I played Ipswich and Ottery St. Mary for the tenth grade.  (I teach English and Rhetoric, so I had two class periods.) 

So, on the final the fun extra credit question was "How many otters could you fit onto G-ERTI?"

Most got it right.  One pointed out that this would only work if you took all the shelves out of the refrigerator.  And one wrote this:

"19.  Oh wait wrong question.  100"
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In sixth grade Latin we somehow got onto the subject of books.  I told them Paradise Lost was one of my favorite books.  I might have excused it by talking about Milton's Latinate sentences.

The next week after class one of the students comes up to me:

STUDENT:  Oh, Miss V. So, I went to the library and borrowed Paradise Lost. It took me forever to read the first page.
ME:  Yeah, well, it's a pretty hard  book, maybe you should read...
STUDENT:  Yeah!  But I liked it!!!!!!!

I did then suggest to him that he read the complete Sherlock Holmes now, before he developed a taste for good writing.  :-)
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Before Math class started I was telling the story:

I once sat my laptop on my dresser and started typing standing up.  I don't always look at the computer when I type, so it took me a few minutes to realize that I was sort of staring at myself in the mirror and mentally giving myself a thumbs up for my weight loss and haircut.  All of a sudden I realized what I was doing and was so embarrassed.

They thought it was a funny story.  Stories about me being an idiot often are. 

Then one of the boys pipes up:

BOY:  Well you know, hair can be really cool.

ME:  Yeah.

BOY:  You know who has really cool hair? [The boy my mom and many people in my church ship me with] has LUSCIOUS hair.

ME:  BAHAHAHHAH

BOY:  No really!   I was sitting behind him in church, and I was looking at it!  It's so thick and shiny!

ME:  BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!

BOY:  I'm Serious!!!!!!!!  I asked him what kind of shampoo he uses, and I use it now too.

ME:  BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

BOY:  But it doesn't work.

ME:  BAHAHAHAHAH  You--  BAHAH  -- You do know that --- heheheheh  -- you do know that shampoo doesn't actually -- hahhahahahahaha  -- doesn't actually give you different hair, right?



Computing arctangents without a calculator has never made me giggle so much as it did today...
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Before Math class started I was telling the story:

I once sat my laptop on my dresser and started typing standing up.  I don't always look at the computer when I type, so it took me a few minutes to realize that I was sort of staring at myself in the mirror and mentally giving myself a thumbs up for my weight loss and haircut.  All of a sudden I realized what I was doing and was so embarrassed.

They thought it was a funny story.  Stories about me being an idiot often are. 

Then one of the boys pipes up:

BOY:  Well you know, hair can be really cool.

ME:  Yeah.

BOY:  You know who has really cool hair? [The boy my mom and many people in my church ship me with] has LUSCIOUS hair.

ME:  BAHAHAHHAH

BOY:  No really!   I was sitting behind him in church, and I was looking at it!  It's so thick and shiny!

ME:  BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!

BOY:  I'm Serious!!!!!!!!  I asked him what kind of shampoo he uses, and I use it now too.

ME:  BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

BOY:  But it doesn't work.

ME:  BAHAHAHAHAH  You--  BAHAH  -- You do know that --- heheheheh  -- you do know that shampoo doesn't actually -- hahhahahahahaha  -- doesn't actually give you different hair, right?



Computing arctangents without a calculator has never made me giggle so much as it did today...
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My middle school choir earned a "Superior" rating in a regional festival we have gone to every year since I was in middle school.  THIS IS THE FIRST TIME ANY CHOIR IN OUR SCHOOL HAS EARNED THAT! 

Anyway, that was exciting.  It made leaving the school at 6AM totally worth it.  (And it makes me ashamed that I got really grumpy at a few kids who didn't listen to me, and told their parents to pick them up a half an hour too late...  :-(  ) 

So that's exciting. 

But it's not much of a story.  HERE is the [doesn't count as bragging because I have nothing to do with it] story:

We have a student in our school who is a cello prodigy.  I distinctly remember when he played a solo at the Spring concert when he was in second grade.  He went right before a twelfth grade cellist who was no slouch herself.  But I felt bad for her, because her performance was a complete letdown after the seven year old had finished.

The student is now in middle school.  And he is (and I say this lovingly as background to the story) by any usual definition not at all cool.

He performed last in the instrumental solos category.  I was there two performances early, and a group of people near me were talking about him -- how well he had performed in previous years, etc.  The room was filling up.  By five minutes to his performance all the seats were taken, and there were people lining the walls about two deep.  The hall monitor walked in and had a whispered conference with the judges. The judges nodded.  She opened the door and let in a whole slew of people who ended up sitting on the floor a bit into the performance area. 

The cellist was playing a Shostakovich piece.  This piece, in fact:  [starting around 8:45]



When he finished, some little boys (not from our school) LEAPED out of their seats and started cheering and hooting and clapping and hollering.  The standing ovation lasted for quite a while.  And then, while he waited for the judges, a whole crowd of them got him to autograph their programs!  It was really cute.  And he deserved it as well.  But I never expected to see middle schoolers asking a rather nerdy fellow middle school cellist for his autograph!  :-D

Then he played at the award ceremony.  What I found particularly adorable, was that he came to me and said, "Miss V., will I have to say anything?" He was SO nervous.  And he was clearly really REALLY nervous when he announced his piece.  But as soon as he starts playing, it's brilliant!

Then, when he ended he got TWO standing ovations... and another when he went up to get his prize for first place/perfect score.

When he starts playing the cello, he is by EVERYONE's definition, very, very cool!

And when I told my mom about the autographs, she said, "They're smart... they'll be able to sell it on ebay one day."

I hope she's right!  :-D
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My middle school choir earned a "Superior" rating in a regional festival we have gone to every year since I was in middle school.  THIS IS THE FIRST TIME ANY CHOIR IN OUR SCHOOL HAS EARNED THAT! 

Anyway, that was exciting.  It made leaving the school at 6AM totally worth it.  (And it makes me ashamed that I got really grumpy at a few kids who didn't listen to me, and told their parents to pick them up a half an hour too late...  :-(  ) 

So that's exciting. 

But it's not much of a story.  HERE is the [doesn't count as bragging because I have nothing to do with it] story:

We have a student in our school who is a cello prodigy.  I distinctly remember when he played a solo at the Spring concert when he was in second grade.  He went right before a twelfth grade cellist who was no slouch herself.  But I felt bad for her, because her performance was a complete letdown after the seven year old had finished.

The student is now in middle school.  And he is (and I say this lovingly as background to the story) by any usual definition not at all cool.

He performed last in the instrumental solos category.  I was there two performances early, and a group of people near me were talking about him -- how well he had performed in previous years, etc.  The room was filling up.  By five minutes to his performance all the seats were taken, and there were people lining the walls about two deep.  The hall monitor walked in and had a whispered conference with the judges. The judges nodded.  She opened the door and let in a whole slew of people who ended up sitting on the floor a bit into the performance area. 

The cellist was playing a Shostakovich piece.  This piece, in fact:  [starting around 8:45]



When he finished, some little boys (not from our school) LEAPED out of their seats and started cheering and hooting and clapping and hollering.  The standing ovation lasted for quite a while.  And then, while he waited for the judges, a whole crowd of them got him to autograph their programs!  It was really cute.  And he deserved it as well.  But I never expected to see middle schoolers asking a rather nerdy fellow middle school cellist for his autograph!  :-D

Then he played at the award ceremony.  What I found particularly adorable, was that he came to me and said, "Miss V., will I have to say anything?" He was SO nervous.  And he was clearly really REALLY nervous when he announced his piece.  But as soon as he starts playing, it's brilliant!

Then, when he ended he got TWO standing ovations... and another when he went up to get his prize for first place/perfect score.

When he starts playing the cello, he is by EVERYONE's definition, very, very cool!

And when I told my mom about the autographs, she said, "They're smart... they'll be able to sell it on ebay one day."

I hope she's right!  :-D
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...Eighth grade boys singing "Someone Like You" with strong feeling.
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...Eighth grade boys singing "Someone Like You" with strong feeling.
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So, I think I told you guys about my last minute thespian debut in The Winter's Tale?

THE SAGA CONTINUES!

For the past three or so years, my mother has taught Shakespearean drama class, and taken the kids to "Shakespearience."  It's a great forum at our local Shakespeare company's venue for kids to perform on a real stage, watch others perform, and get feedback from professional actors.

My mother, one of the secretaries, and I were the drivers to the festival.  We had to leave about forty-five minutes before school started.  My mom took the student stage manager and a few other girls and left, because it was important that they be on time for a walk-through.  The secretary left with her son and the rest of the boys.  While I and three of the girls waited for a straggler. 

Five minutes pass.  The trickle of confused/shyly-waving-to-LATINTEACHERWHOISNOTACTUALLYINTHECLASSROOMDOTHEYEVENEXISTOUTSIDEOFCLASSROOM?!?!?!?!?!?!?ANDWHYARETHOSEGIRLSWEARINGWEIRDDRESSES?????? little tykes has gone by. 

Ten minutes pass.  Two of the girls are part of a trio that includes not-yet-here girl.  They start doing impressions.

"GUYS GUYS I'M SO SORRY!  I SET MY ALARM AND I DIDN'T HEAR IT!!!!!!!"
"GUYS!  I WAS LIKE READY AT SIX THIRTY AND I GOT TO MY AUNT'S HOUSE AND THEY WEREN'T READY FOR FOREVER!!!!!"
"GUYS I DIDN'T REALIZE WE HAD TO BE HERE EARLY!!!"

I went down to the teacher's room for some coffee.

I came back up.  We start doing the staring-down-road-as-far-as-possible-because-obviously-that-speeds-things-up thing.

(Note:  I am not the slightest bit bothered by this as we are not up to perform until ten something, and it's eight thirty.)

The girls start calling anyone involved in the process of not-yet-here girl getting to school.

FINALLY she arrives.  In her uniform.  And as a plaid skirt, oxford shirt and vest are not exactly the fashion for Renaissance shepherds this is a problem.

"GUYS!  I TOTALLY FORGOT IT WAS TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!"

This, as one girl remarked, was far worse than anything we'd imagined.

And thus began our adventure.  We drove back to my house, ran upstairs and I pulled out (mostly) the outfit I'd worn when not-yet-here girl and knee-injury girl were BOTH out of the play and I had to fill in.  The most hilarious part of this, is that it comprised 1.  A pair of capris that I bought when I weighed over 200 pounds.  2. An old shirt of my dad's. 3. A belt of my dad's.  Even I was swimming in it a few weeks ago, and this girl is my height but about half my width.  But beggars can't be choosers.  I have a belt that you can pull as tight as you want, so she was able to pretty much tie them up.  Then, since I couldn't find ANY belt  (I have a dad and a brother... but they seem to hide them well) I pulled an elastic band off of a back support pillow, and she used that as a belt around the large white shirt.  Then her flats and the long socks she'd been wearing with her uniform completed the look. 

We were pretty proud of our work, I have to say!  :-)

And then we got back into my car... and discovered that knee-injury girl had lost her phone.

So we went BACK to school and then off to the theatre.

I told not-yet-here girl that she had my kind of life to look forward too if that morning was anything to go by. 

She was not happy.

My mom said she was lucky I was the one driving that car, because I'm used to living on the edge like that, but my mom would NOT have been happy.

She was relieved.


(Mini boasting moment [though NB that other than the last minute fill in, I've had nothing to do with the play at all] Our Paulina got the excellence in acting award, and they said she had "everything they look for in a Shakespearean actor."  And our play got the prize for "Spirit of the Festival" [aka "best in show" but more politically correct].  Also our Leontes was recognized for the way he was able to really keep up the JEALOUSY thing.  Paulina AND Hermione got recognition for their roles.  Our Antigonus and Bear got recognized for their (hilariously violent) "exit pursued by bear" moment.  And our... Prince whose name I can't be bothered too look up right now... was recognized for "smoothest woo."  He has about... three? lines in our abridged version of the play, but when he is talking to Perdita, he says something like "I bless they day my falcon flew over your father's land."  And our wooer did this weird hand motion like a bird and uses it to put his arm around Perdita.  You'd have to see it, really.  Suffice it to say that the three guys judging thought it was AWESOME.  They were all trying to imitate it.  And they made him demonstrate again.  And they had him teach it to them, etc.  I'm convinced it was their favorite moment in the whole thing.  Hilarious.)
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So, I think I told you guys about my last minute thespian debut in The Winter's Tale?

THE SAGA CONTINUES!

For the past three or so years, my mother has taught Shakespearean drama class, and taken the kids to "Shakespearience."  It's a great forum at our local Shakespeare company's venue for kids to perform on a real stage, watch others perform, and get feedback from professional actors.

My mother, one of the secretaries, and I were the drivers to the festival.  We had to leave about forty-five minutes before school started.  My mom took the student stage manager and a few other girls and left, because it was important that they be on time for a walk-through.  The secretary left with her son and the rest of the boys.  While I and three of the girls waited for a straggler. 

Five minutes pass.  The trickle of confused/shyly-waving-to-LATINTEACHERWHOISNOTACTUALLYINTHECLASSROOMDOTHEYEVENEXISTOUTSIDEOFCLASSROOM?!?!?!?!?!?!?ANDWHYARETHOSEGIRLSWEARINGWEIRDDRESSES?????? little tykes has gone by. 

Ten minutes pass.  Two of the girls are part of a trio that includes not-yet-here girl.  They start doing impressions.

"GUYS GUYS I'M SO SORRY!  I SET MY ALARM AND I DIDN'T HEAR IT!!!!!!!"
"GUYS!  I WAS LIKE READY AT SIX THIRTY AND I GOT TO MY AUNT'S HOUSE AND THEY WEREN'T READY FOR FOREVER!!!!!"
"GUYS I DIDN'T REALIZE WE HAD TO BE HERE EARLY!!!"

I went down to the teacher's room for some coffee.

I came back up.  We start doing the staring-down-road-as-far-as-possible-because-obviously-that-speeds-things-up thing.

(Note:  I am not the slightest bit bothered by this as we are not up to perform until ten something, and it's eight thirty.)

The girls start calling anyone involved in the process of not-yet-here girl getting to school.

FINALLY she arrives.  In her uniform.  And as a plaid skirt, oxford shirt and vest are not exactly the fashion for Renaissance shepherds this is a problem.

"GUYS!  I TOTALLY FORGOT IT WAS TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!"

This, as one girl remarked, was far worse than anything we'd imagined.

And thus began our adventure.  We drove back to my house, ran upstairs and I pulled out (mostly) the outfit I'd worn when not-yet-here girl and knee-injury girl were BOTH out of the play and I had to fill in.  The most hilarious part of this, is that it comprised 1.  A pair of capris that I bought when I weighed over 200 pounds.  2. An old shirt of my dad's. 3. A belt of my dad's.  Even I was swimming in it a few weeks ago, and this girl is my height but about half my width.  But beggars can't be choosers.  I have a belt that you can pull as tight as you want, so she was able to pretty much tie them up.  Then, since I couldn't find ANY belt  (I have a dad and a brother... but they seem to hide them well) I pulled an elastic band off of a back support pillow, and she used that as a belt around the large white shirt.  Then her flats and the long socks she'd been wearing with her uniform completed the look. 

We were pretty proud of our work, I have to say!  :-)

And then we got back into my car... and discovered that knee-injury girl had lost her phone.

So we went BACK to school and then off to the theatre.

I told not-yet-here girl that she had my kind of life to look forward too if that morning was anything to go by. 

She was not happy.

My mom said she was lucky I was the one driving that car, because I'm used to living on the edge like that, but my mom would NOT have been happy.

She was relieved.


(Mini boasting moment [though NB that other than the last minute fill in, I've had nothing to do with the play at all] Our Paulina got the excellence in acting award, and they said she had "everything they look for in a Shakespearean actor."  And our play got the prize for "Spirit of the Festival" [aka "best in show" but more politically correct].  Also our Leontes was recognized for the way he was able to really keep up the JEALOUSY thing.  Paulina AND Hermione got recognition for their roles.  Our Antigonus and Bear got recognized for their (hilariously violent) "exit pursued by bear" moment.  And our... Prince whose name I can't be bothered too look up right now... was recognized for "smoothest woo."  He has about... three? lines in our abridged version of the play, but when he is talking to Perdita, he says something like "I bless they day my falcon flew over your father's land."  And our wooer did this weird hand motion like a bird and uses it to put his arm around Perdita.  You'd have to see it, really.  Suffice it to say that the three guys judging thought it was AWESOME.  They were all trying to imitate it.  And they made him demonstrate again.  And they had him teach it to them, etc.  I'm convinced it was their favorite moment in the whole thing.  Hilarious.)
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Third Grade Latin:

Non sumus feminae:  "Don't do it, woman."
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Me eating peanut butter out of a peanut butter jar off of the end of a butter knife in the Teachers' Lounge:



Me after a student did a double take walking past the door:




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Me eating peanut butter out of a peanut butter jar off of the end of a butter knife in the Teachers' Lounge:



Me after a student did a double take walking past the door:




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