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Time to pick a name…

In my vain attempt to do different things within my classroom, I’ve decided that I will be maing a website where students will be posting some of their work.  From there, it can be commented on, reviewed, and so on… that way it doesn’t neccesarily have to be the usually turn in and hand back format.  With the website, it would be WordPress based, such as Box of Whine, but with the school site I would remain the administrator of the sight while all of the students would have a contributor’s log on…meaning I would review everything before it was posted. Overall, it’s bringing in technology and blogging into the classroom to make it a different experience.

So here’s what I need help with from you, loyal readers.  I have one idea for the name, but Jess has informed me that it’s pretty lame (–since my ideas are supposedly flat and lifeless, do y’all have some suggestions?  Parameters: It’s school appropriate, no allusions, hints, winks, nods, or gestures to sex, drugs, alcohol, violence, tardiness or cheating.  It has to have some realtion to my name, the high school (Cottage Grove), Language Arts, or my room number (108)… or some combination of those.

Let me know you’ve got… thanks.

I’ve got artichoke all over my face

I’m walking, living, breathing faux pas. 

Let me set the stage: As with most days, one of the most exciting moments in my day is during lunch.  I thoroughly enjoy sitting with my colleauges, swapping stories, making fun of each other, and generally enjoying ourselves for 30 minutes out of the day. 

Routinely, people leave extra food, goodies, snacks, left overs from parties, and what not on the table to be consumed by the malnuritied teachers.  This time, someone left some pieces of artisan jalepeno-cheddar bread with some artichoke and jalepeno dips.  Sitting in the middle of the table, the physics teacher and I decided that it was a ‘freebie’.  We both had a small piece of the bread, the dip was fantastic.  It was so fantastic I had another piece.  It made my single fajita and an orange seem drab. 

As lunch went on, I talked and joked with my coworkers, every once in a while I’d glance back at the bread and dip (to moderate my intake, it falls under my “look and don’t touch” rule after having a reasonable amount).  I thought it would be selfish to have another piece and only leave one or two pieces remaining for any of the other staff members.  I thought I was being courtesy to the point of down-right chivalrous.  Little did I know I was wrong.  On one my repeat glances at the bread and dip, they had moved.  No longer were they in the middle of the table, but in front of the band teacher.  In my own horror, I realized that the ‘freebies’ weren’t really in the middle, they were more off to the side of the band teacher’s soup; with even more horror, I realized they weren’t ‘freebies’ at all.  They were stolen goods. 

I actually sat there and ate someone else’s lunch. I’m an accidental bully. 

So much for going past the “overweight person” stereotypes.  The only think worse would have been to hold him down or give him a wedgie before I shoved his food into my mouth. 

This proves my point, there are always new lows to be found.

what will you leave us this time?

The intention of this past weekend was to go to bend, but we only got as far as Woodburn. The freezing rain and the constant bad weather on all of the passes made the trip fade away. Although, we were able to pull together an impromptu weekend in Woodburn. Saturday was mostly watching movies around the house. On Sunday, Jess, Mom, Dad and I drove up to Portland. Me and Pa, dropped off our missess at the bridal show at the convention center. How come there is never a convention for men to walk away with bags of free stuff. Although, I hear that the apex of the even was the fountain of flowing chocolate. I was wondering if they had a fountain of butter, which would be perfect if you were having popcorn or baked potatoes at your wedding. We can all have our own dreams.While the ladies were doing wedding stuff, Dad and I hung out drinking coffee at Lloyd Center. Our highlight of the day was the screaming noise that was coming from underneath the car. I thought it was a pebble stuck under the break, Mom later thought that the car was going to explode.

And in other news: work is good, school is bad.


and if your train is on time, you can get to work by nine

From the looks of it, as of 9am on Monday morning I will be gainfully employed. It will be weird working a job where I don’t have an apron or certain shirt that I have to wear to work.

I have to admit, I have been kind of reserved and timid as far as the prospect of having this job–I think that spawns from not knowing what it is going to be like or what is actually being asked of me. Although, after my meeting with the Super Intendent and other administration, I have a great feeling about taking this job. It was a nice lively, friendly meeting, even though running through my head was: “Hi Super Nintendo Chalmers”.

Its a very nice district, small and appears to be tight knit–almost brand new high school, it is the same one Miller student taught at, I’ve been trying to get a hold of him to tell him, but you know as Miller says, “Miller and answering or being polite by returning phone calls… don’t mix.” Of course, that would get the obligatory Miller response of, “Uh… ya know what… the phone is dead.” It’s always dead.

Miller aside, I finally feel excited about this, maybe it’s just the buzz from seeing that I’ll have an income, regardless the panic has subsided.

rather go down in familar flames, rather than that endless blue

Meeting with the Superintendent of South Lane High School tomorrow. Welcome to the big time.