Sunday, February 17, 2008

Back In The Swing

I was almost feeling creative this morning. Then I folded last week's laundry, put in two more loads for this week, cooked lunch, washed dishes, laid down for five minutes...and that creative feeling went away. Go figure.

This week will be busy, what with missing 5 DAYS last week. The boys both have a regional spelling bee to attend, and I only know the date of one of them. The #1 son has two academic team meets, math team practice, and a dance. I have to write real lesson plans for the substitute I will have next Monday and Tuesday while I am gone to a scientific-type conference thingy. I told the #1 son he could go along, so I will have to write him a letter for school. Then there's the laundry to get caught up by next Saturday night, and arrangements to be made for the boarding of The Pony. Perhaps I should have been doing some of that stuff while I was off for 5 DAYS. Nawwww!

There are some important bigwig people coming to our school this week. I must straighten up my room. By that, I mean I need to stick everything back on the wall that has fallen off. And put some stacks of papers in the cabinets. That should do it.

It's almost the end of 3rd quarter! Did you know the school year is almost over? Sweet Gummi Mary, it will be springtime before we know it. And Daylight Savings Time kicks in on March 9. That's not far off. One of the weathermen gave his spring forecast the other night, and he says winter will have one last hurrah in early March. Time will tell.

I need to get back into teaching mode. Like read over the material I'm going to cover tomorrow, because I can barely remember what we were on, by cracky! I suppose I can't hold the kids responsible unless I am. We were on speed, to the best of my recollection. Not the illicit drug. The concept. As in Distance divided by Time equals Speed. Stimulating, isn't it? We had just finished an activity where we tipped dominoes and calculated their tipping speed. My other class was just starting Mitosis. See? It gets better and better, doesn't it? I'm going to assign them a Science Project 4th quarter. We'll see if that gets their creative juices flowing. They've never had to do one before. I was torn between that, and Science Olympiad. Next year, I will have a better idea of what they need most. This year has been an eye-opener. Thank the Gummi Mary, at least one class learned that all blind people are not in wheelchairs, and that pickles are made from cucumbers. Never mind that neither of those items are a part of the Grade Level Expectations that I am required to teach.

Let's look at it as 'bonus knowledge'.


DPA said...

Speed and mitosis both sound pretty fun. Of course, I just spent a week on pronouns. It doesn't help that they should already have learned about pronouns in about 3rd grade, so I should be able to dance over the finer points and move on. But no. The majority of them gave me that cow-at-a-new-gate stare when I introduced it, so we had to back up to 3rd grade and work our way back to the 8th.

Have I mentioned that we're really, really far behind in the scope and sequence?

Hillbilly Mom said...

"You'd better get crackin', Girlie! The school year is almost over, you know."

...said Mrs. Hillbilly Mom condescendingly, knowing full well that you have been solely responsible for all the book-learnin' of these children since the day they were born, and that you now are faced with 3-and-a-half months to make chicken salad out of chicken sh*t, and oh, did she forget to mention that you are expected to win the Chicken Salad Throwdown against Bobby Flay?

Stewed Hamm said...

No problem. Bait a lobster trap with a couple pounds of butter... and wait for Paula Deen to get caught in it. Then Paula makes salad for you, and you both beat Bobby Flay in the Throwdown.
Celebrate with a drink, and say something witty for the cameras as the credits roll.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Hey! That's not fair to Bobby Flay! You can't help Miss Ann unless you two go on Iron Chef America as a team, and give Bobby Flay Mario Batali.