These people make the world better every day.
The Skittles Queen. (She made her own costume, of course.)
Above: Nicole (radioactive), Ashlee (peacock), Adam (turkey), and Caitlin (lovely).
Below: The Youth.
Above: Nicole (radioactive), Ashlee (peacock), Adam (turkey), and Caitlin (lovely).
Below: The Youth.
New Orleanian sledding on Sunday afternoon:
Unread periodicals are accumulating in piles: The Believer, Esquire magazine. Silly subscriptions I love but don't have enough time to read. Bound-to-be-beautiful books of art projects are doing the same: Letters from New Orleans, The 100-T-Shirt Project. My time cup is filled to the proverbial brim with loving life again (Mardi Gras, sunshine, my roomates, Matt Slater, my Lexapro, my mom, ), creating exciting lessons on commas, incorporating Picasso's Guernica into an activity about writing with details (read: "This picture makes me feel like my eyes are broken." Sixth-graders are poets!!!!), and drinking so much coffee I probably should buy stock in it.
Spring has sprung in New Orleans. The leave-less pink magnolias are blooming wildly, and I left the house without a jacket at the ungodly hour of 6am this morning. Daylight savings time is assaulting my eyelids- but thankfully the interesting conversations, plans, and projects are keeping my heart and mind moving fast and steady enough to fight my whose-idea-was-this-anyway?- fatigue.
Sunday, as Matt and I were leaving the coffee shop (where I spend 4 hours every Sunday drinking Americanos and fondling the keys of my Parish-issued computer,) we noticed an especially large gathering of shamrock-clad people hanging out on the levee down the street. Live music was blasting from a set of speakers outside and old people were sporting green wigs. Apparently, Sunday was Friendship Day, and Algiers point sees that as a reason to celebrate. (Sometimes I think the New Orleans' motto should be: Why not?) It was four in the afternoon, so we joined in with a New Orleans coffee (read: Sparks), and sat on the grass watching small children careen on carboard boxes set up like slip-n-slides (New Orleanian sledding!).
Kid logic part DEUX:
In response to a form I give for repeated misbehavior, my student wrote he was yelling and throwing beads because "My head hurt."
For "Why was it wrong/right?" he wrote, "so i telling them my head hurt and they made me laugh."
And beside, "Tell me your side:" he stated simply, "I was hungry."
Good. At least he wrote with some details.
Also: I did the stanky leg as a reward for my second period for correctly distinguishing among compound, complex, and simple sentences. Of course, it was the most atrocious and hilarious thing they'd ever seen. After throwing some tickets in the air to "make it rain" like Lil Wayne, the teacher from next door came over to see if everything was alright.
Uproarious laughter is indeed something to look into.
Spring has sprung in New Orleans. The leave-less pink magnolias are blooming wildly, and I left the house without a jacket at the ungodly hour of 6am this morning. Daylight savings time is assaulting my eyelids- but thankfully the interesting conversations, plans, and projects are keeping my heart and mind moving fast and steady enough to fight my whose-idea-was-this-anyway?- fatigue.
Sunday, as Matt and I were leaving the coffee shop (where I spend 4 hours every Sunday drinking Americanos and fondling the keys of my Parish-issued computer,) we noticed an especially large gathering of shamrock-clad people hanging out on the levee down the street. Live music was blasting from a set of speakers outside and old people were sporting green wigs. Apparently, Sunday was Friendship Day, and Algiers point sees that as a reason to celebrate. (Sometimes I think the New Orleans' motto should be: Why not?) It was four in the afternoon, so we joined in with a New Orleans coffee (read: Sparks), and sat on the grass watching small children careen on carboard boxes set up like slip-n-slides (New Orleanian sledding!).
Kid logic part DEUX:
In response to a form I give for repeated misbehavior, my student wrote he was yelling and throwing beads because "My head hurt."
For "Why was it wrong/right?" he wrote, "so i telling them my head hurt and they made me laugh."
And beside, "Tell me your side:" he stated simply, "I was hungry."
Good. At least he wrote with some details.
Also: I did the stanky leg as a reward for my second period for correctly distinguishing among compound, complex, and simple sentences. Of course, it was the most atrocious and hilarious thing they'd ever seen. After throwing some tickets in the air to "make it rain" like Lil Wayne, the teacher from next door came over to see if everything was alright.
Uproarious laughter is indeed something to look into.
1 comment:
hahahaha everything is soooo funny. I laughed out loud at least three times. I just learned what the stanky leg is two days ago! and i think its hilarioussss you did it in class! hahahaha and the girl who wrote "ps. dread head = <3 <3 <3!!".... hahahahahahaha ohmygod im cracking up
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