End of the Internet

Google Reader says: Congratulations you've reached the end of the internet; so I guess it's time to make a post of my own. It's tough posting sometimes because they say not to post or email anything you wouldn't want on the front of the newspaper. And so, where does one draw the line? It can be a tough call.

I try to post something entertaining, even at my own expense. So, here goes another one. This particular student, a rather bright one, has decided music class is not for him. Now, my class is no, "Hey kids open up your books and sing with the cd player" type of class. I use lots of moving, dancing, singing and playing (instruments). But....he's not into it. He's laying down in class. I ask: am I boring you? He says, "Yeah, a little." So I explain that I'm teaching life skills and how would a future boss view at his behavior, sometimes we have to do boring things (like teach you ti-ti-ta, ti-ti-ta) yada, yada, yada. Yeah, yeah, he understood.

I though we were on good terms afterward. He even brought in his piano music and played for the class.
I said, "show the class how you know where to repeat."
He said, ""may I use the board?"
"Yes, certaintly."
"Oh, can I have a better marker, this one doesn't write well."
"Yes," I get him another marker.
So we get him all adjusted and he explains codas, how they work, the different kinds, specific kinds (although I think he made a few up). He was going strong after about 8 minutes. Then he says, "Can I use the blackboard too?"
" 'Grasshopper'" (I didn't really call him that), "I need to start teaching my lesson now."
"Okay"

Couple weeks later, he's asking his teachers to sign this blank piece of paper he's holding. They ask why. He finally told the one: He needed a signature so he could get out of the music program. Good grief! What have I done to this boy! Maybe he was mad I didn't let him use the blackboard too.

Perhaps I could take a break and let him finish my year out. You know, all you need are a couple of years of piano lessons in your young life, and you're all set to teach general music.

Life?

I apologize: I have no life, or at least nothing worth blogging about right now.
Woo hoo. The cat's shedding.
Woo hoo. My little girls are so dirty, when they cry, their tears leave great long dirt streaks on their face.
Woo hoo. Hubby's still sore from his "manly" surgery. He's so upset that he can't train for his races like he'd like to.

I know he's upset, but he surprised me when he called his family to tell them his nuts are still tender....
Maybe I need to give him more sympathy. I had told him to call his doctor. Perhaps I'm not taking the best stance here.

On the other hand I downloaded the game "mystery case files: madame fate". It's a hidden picture game with other puzzles in it as well. Think I'll stay outside and play. That sounds like a good place to be right now.

full moons

I had a better week. I'm just trying to find the ying and the yang (the balance) between the student teacher and I.

On a brighter note, did you know we had more referrals for the month of october than any other month? Found that out in our faculty meeting. I asked if there were two full moons that month, but no one (other than my good buddies, the other related arts teachers-cause you know, we dabble in the black magic of the right side of the brain)seemed amused, especially the principal, cause after all, we're in a contest to see which school can produce the least amount of referrals. :0

Off to more meetings, gotta love inservice days, tally hoe!

Strange Things are happening

Is it a full moon? 

The week started with chase (name changed) upset about sitting in time out, mumbling that chase was his nick name, his real name is Captain R and he didn't appreciate being treated this way. He intermittently blew things up (in his mind) during this little speech. 

I had to attend an impromptu text book meeting, the most boring type of meetings. We were forced to sing the world's cheeziest songs by the author of those songs, who was also our presenter. He talked for an hour and 15 minutes straight at last count. I quit checking after that, cause I just gave up. The only redeeming quality of that meeting was the big basket of chocolate they placed in front of us. But they they took it away when they packed up their books. We still had to discuss things after they left: like, should we have another meeting? 

Hubby had a vasectomy, need I say more? 

I took a day and a half off, student teacher taught the entire time. The kids were their typical selves. She did a good job from the reports. 

The week ended with student teacher spying a kid humping his chair while my back was to him. So I had to explain how to appropriately sit in a chair. 

A special needs student showed up at our faculty door during lunch. He was looking for the resource teacher to sign his chart so he could go out for recess. She told him no. Why?  (whiny voice). Because you were rolling on my floor like a burrito. Here, (thrusts chart at him). Have a nice day. (Shuts door in his face.)

And in the middle of all this, I happened to turn on the radio and hear Rush Limbaugh state that teachers were teaching kids to "hate america", and that there was no reason our graduation rate shouldn't be 100%. 

YOU KNOW WHAT RUSH? I SINCERELY INVITE YOU TO FOLLOW ME FOR A WEEK, EVEN A DAY. MEET THE "CAPTAIN R'S", THE BOOB TWISTERS, CHAIR HUMPERS, AND BURRITO ROLLERS. TELL ME HOW I'M TEACHING THEM HOW TO HATE AMERICA.TELL ME HOW THEY'RE GOING TO GRADUATE.  VISUALIZE THEM IN 10-15 YEARS. TELL ME HOW SUCCESSFUL YOU THINK THESE STUDENTS ARE GOING TO BE IN THE REAL WORLD. 

MAYBE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I RUSH IS THAT YOU PREACH FROM BEHIND A RADIO MIKE. I WORK IN THE REAL WORLD.