tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50683843590330751062024-03-19T14:57:59.286-05:00Rookie Teacher TimesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-79472131864482204282011-10-06T21:36:00.000-05:002011-10-06T21:36:41.784-05:00School LunchI just read a post from another blogger (and cousin!) about eating school lunch with the students at the middle school she works at. Finally, the inspiration to post something here. <br />
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I am eating lunch EVERY day with the high school students. Several factors influenced my decision to do this:<br />
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1. School lunch is free at our school if a teacher commits to eating with the students every day. It is a one year commitment. I estimate that I will save at least $150-$200 doing this. I should go through my bank statements and add it up. Could be way more that that.<br />
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2. If you have never eaten a lunch in a teacher's lounge, don't start. My first year I thought "Wow! So THIS is what it's like to be behind the magic curtain!" Since I now teach at the same high school I attended, it felt like a huge promotion at first. And don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy the company of my coworkers. However, when you have to cram eating your lunch, making copies, taking a phone call, using the bathroom, and listening to every complaint anyone at the table feels like airing at the moment all into a 22 minute time period.... taking your lunch out to the commons area and plopping down with the kids while you eat it is like A VACATION. <br />
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It goes like this: Sorry, can't take the call from that fundraiser company right now, I'm eating with the kids. Nope, can't commiserate about your problem with that kid, I'm eating lunch with him right now. Darn, I guess we will just not have that boring worksheet that I was going to panic about and copy with one hand while I ate with the other during lunch today. I'm eating with the kids instead. Everyone wins!<br />
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And I actually get to EAT!<br />
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3. I'm pregnant and cannot seem to get enough calories from a lunch of leftovers thrown together at the last minute before leaving the house OR from a school lunch. I USUALLY EAT BOTH! (I will be regretting that one a few months after the baby is born and the weight needs to come back off again)<br />
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Free school lunch also comes with free entertainment, and teaching opportunities I would have not otherwise ever had... <br />
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Ever eaten a taco burger while a teenage girl shows you photos on her phone of her hamster that her cat killed last night??? I'm not sure whether it was the shocked look on my face or the actual words "Totally NOT appropriate dinner conversation!" that got my point across. Her prom date can thank me later for teaching her that one. Although she HAD thought enough to pose the dead hamster next to a cigarette box so viewers could see how big it was. Excellent use of relative size and scale.<br />
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Ever watched a teenage boy squirm in his seat because he is suddenly the ONLY kid left sitting with you and he desperately wants to move to another table but he is too polite to leave you sitting by yourself??? You barely have to nod in his direction to indicate to him it's ok to bust out of there and he is eternally grateful. But that extra 30 seconds I made conversation and he pretended to listen may have taught him how to win over the future in-laws some day.<br />
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Priceless.<br />
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I have enjoyed it more than I ever thought, although the first few days were intensely awkward. It's that same feeling of "I must search the room and choose just the right place to sit without anyone noticing that I am searching or looking desperate" that you had in high school. <br />
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Some things never change.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-36659156882796565232011-04-10T21:27:00.005-05:002011-04-10T21:40:50.990-05:00A good mother/teacher screws them up just enough...Today in Sunday school this quote really struck me, both as a mother and a teacher:<br />
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"Do you trust God enough to let him write your children's testimony?"<br />
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No matter how much I might want something for them, whether it's good grades or manners or a godly heart, they are ultimately going to have to go after it for themselves. And one thing is guaranteed, they will never, ever go about getting it soon enough, or fervently enough, or with enough passion to satisfy me. So, am I just in the way with all my nagging?<br />
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I have a nasty habit of trying to write their stories for them. To insist upon success, taking away their right to failure. To think that if I just pray hard enough, eventually God will see it my way and spare them from the heartache and pain that life can bring.<br />
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But without the inevitable pain that comes from living in our fallen world, how will they develop the need and desire for a relationship with a Savior? After all, God is not surprised by anything they do, or will ever do. Can I trust Him enough to get out of the way of His plan for their lives? Can I trust that He will tell me what to say when the world comes crashing down around them and they turn to me, maybe even thinking to themselves, "Ya know what, one time that crazy lady tried to tell this crap would happen. Now what?"<br />
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And THEN, but only then, God can use me as a vessel to bring them into the fullness and Joy of the gospel.<br />
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In other words, unless they (or I) manage to screw up something in their lives along the way, how will they ever know they need to RUN to Jesus?<br />
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If we were the perfect parents and teachers, what would our kids have left to say when they become adults and sit around talking about all the ways their parents and teachers got it wrong, causing them to seek the shelter of His unconditional love?<br />
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Phew, for a minute there I was really worried about my kids.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-22109188338519554862011-02-08T17:01:00.000-06:002011-02-08T17:01:34.107-06:00Snow Day ThoughtsOn this fine day I am reminded to count my blessings...<br />
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I am thankful that I have been a science teacher long enough to field questions such as:<br />
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"Mommy, how do they make velcro?"<br />
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"Mommy, can I help you do.... (bill in the blank)" or "Mommy, why..... (fill in the blank)"<br />
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It is my teaching instincts that keep me quick on my feet to at least MAKE UP a pluasable answer when I do not know the real one, and to keep my patience long enough to encourage days full of experimenting and constant questioning.<br />
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I am also thankful that I have been a parent long enough to know how to field things like:<br />
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"Mommy, DO NOT come in the bathroom!"<br />
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My parenting instincts kick in here. Always. ALWAYS. Go in the bathroom when you are instructed by your child not to do so.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-10882493447688321472010-12-15T22:55:00.000-06:002010-12-15T22:55:37.758-06:00Art work by Julia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> The first drawing is of a person with a thought bubble that has a music note in it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The caption says "you can dream whatever you want to but not nothing"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Pretty insightful for a Kindergartner! I am SURE this was inspired by her mother.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the other hand, I have no idea what the watermelon behind a one-wheeled tow truck came from.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I said, "Yes, Santa is fake." <br />
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Julia said "Some kids think he is real. "<br />
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"Yes, " I replied, "Some kids think he is real."<br />
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"But if he is fake, why does he come down the chimney?"<br />
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"Well, he doesn't really do that. That part is fake too." I said.<br />
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"Oh".<br />
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She thought about this for a minute.<br />
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I asked her "So, who do you think buys you those presents that you thought were from Santa?"<br />
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She thought for another minute and then replied with a confidant nod of her head, "It's the Elves."<br />
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Hmmm... Maybe she is not as clear on the whole story as I thought.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-88950125637448882792010-11-30T20:18:00.000-06:002010-11-30T20:18:38.138-06:00TapsToday's graveside temperature was a meager 29 degrees at best - with a STRONG, gusty north wind.<br />
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The veterans who took part in the military honor portion of the service stood proudly under the flags and fired the guns, most of them bundled in coveralls and heavy coats. Many of the men appeared to be in their 70's and 80's. The uneven ground and weather made it difficult for some of them to stand for the extended period of time, but they lined up in formation as though they were expecting the Sargent to come along soon for inspection. <br />
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A lone bugler stood apart from the protection of the tent that we huddled under. He played taps with pride and vigor even though his thin dress pants and jacket were whipping like the flags in the cold strong wind. <br />
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After the service I spoke to the bugler. He is 15 years old. His name is Casey and we could not thank him enough for his bravery and service today. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-32445018841971153192010-11-19T14:37:00.000-06:002010-11-19T14:37:18.305-06:00EMAT (Every Man A Tiger) games concluded last week with a staff vs. student volleyball match. The staff team was AWESOME! They had some great moves.<br />
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Hope to do it again during Basketball season.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-20951880618011902022010-11-11T16:04:00.002-06:002010-11-11T16:06:30.684-06:00Ignore this - Ima tryin' sumpin' new here<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4OTUxMjk1MDc*NyZwdD*xMjg5NTEzMDUzMjc*JnA9OTc1MDcyJmQ9NDI3JTIwLSUyMEF1ZGlvUGFsJTIwV2lkZ2V*Jm49/YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*wNDc4ODg*MDVkMmI*OTRkYjJkYmI3ZjY4Mjk2MGJjNiZvZj*w.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="audioPalPlayer" data="http://content.oddcast.com/host/audiopal/swf/workshop_player_shell.swf?mId=37706334.1&doorId=427&ds=http://host-d.oddcast.com/&playOnLoad=false" height="45" width="167"> <param name="movie" value="http://content.oddcast.com/host/audiopal/swf/workshop_player_shell.swf?mId=37706334.1&doorId=427&ds=http://host-d.oddcast.com/&playOnLoad=false"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <param name="allownetworking" value="all"> <param name="base" value="/swf/"> <param name="quality" value="high"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#e8e9e3"> <param name="height" value="45"> <param name="width" value="167"> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"> </object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-1445118741052158142010-10-19T09:47:00.004-05:002010-10-19T10:03:37.851-05:00CCCHS EMAT WeekCCCHS will celebrate Buffer Week (November 8-12)with intramural games including co-ed doubles tennis, PowderPuff Football, TuffStuff Volleyball, and co-ed team bowling.<br /><br />Julia made this sign yesterday!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWVXFfbwIL3napchyrQnXrGIVX0hTsZmWcKoXA2nsxjhcoUoGl_dPP8jSrOME0A42Urpu759jcixftoYoJUhDvJ_W0Kui0rCRD2jtIS8uNUwB3iDDaU85KZ65OrkGlbgWHpvEqHvZWks/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+08.39.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWVXFfbwIL3napchyrQnXrGIVX0hTsZmWcKoXA2nsxjhcoUoGl_dPP8jSrOME0A42Urpu759jcixftoYoJUhDvJ_W0Kui0rCRD2jtIS8uNUwB3iDDaU85KZ65OrkGlbgWHpvEqHvZWks/s320/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+08.39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529769914432957650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Every Man A Tiger!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-14958079807997966972010-10-14T08:57:00.005-05:002010-10-14T10:06:03.784-05:00Fall is really here nowHomecoming has ushered in the colors and excitement of fall around here.<br /><br />This morning, the signal that fall is really here finally arrived.<br /><br />It's the way the band kids smell when they come in from practicing on the football field. All woods-y and smoke-y and crisp.<br /><br />Deep Breath. Ahhhhhhh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-53775417633885578112010-10-12T19:58:00.004-05:002010-10-12T20:09:11.201-05:00Candidate Photos courtesy Phil Frigon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZCuRRYTByMcVyv-TcHzqJn2E_ggSkpKFQtUIFq7B3XH-qb2Tr8oxCiOpLpLjwWLlqAaRLUbjI4e5OVgasWtuK9HsQUVfIUtCTOcbAJDZ8qwp-kxptXl0zD9KehQymV1466uRgkYE2qA/s1600/IMG_1054.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZCuRRYTByMcVyv-TcHzqJn2E_ggSkpKFQtUIFq7B3XH-qb2Tr8oxCiOpLpLjwWLlqAaRLUbjI4e5OVgasWtuK9HsQUVfIUtCTOcbAJDZ8qwp-kxptXl0zD9KehQymV1466uRgkYE2qA/s320/IMG_1054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527330400196479602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sHnezA9cM6ick_W3JaO990nw1F0K02Mupuj7kNc9uqMq1fzw8Xiol2LF8gE3C0jFnEf0QsWPQ0Wdy07SiAiUgY1JouP-Q7pDsIq05wYM_9NRQ9EPvf72caEp5Ix5FtFt7r9KUR0JzXE/s1600/IMG_1044.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sHnezA9cM6ick_W3JaO990nw1F0K02Mupuj7kNc9uqMq1fzw8Xiol2LF8gE3C0jFnEf0QsWPQ0Wdy07SiAiUgY1JouP-Q7pDsIq05wYM_9NRQ9EPvf72caEp5Ix5FtFt7r9KUR0JzXE/s320/IMG_1044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527330389955895954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5vW6K0oLJ5vNwCqh7nWh0xPxsduVvWTuw7aiJ4wW5a2pWL9v2vY-FRLLBBSNew3dX1HWMRcpgAfbJilbas1sIgFddDvaKWYjLvrwT3DNm6KsQggG5cFv50ar4kl1RuMuGpvR9x3-dDlg/s1600/IMG_1035.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5vW6K0oLJ5vNwCqh7nWh0xPxsduVvWTuw7aiJ4wW5a2pWL9v2vY-FRLLBBSNew3dX1HWMRcpgAfbJilbas1sIgFddDvaKWYjLvrwT3DNm6KsQggG5cFv50ar4kl1RuMuGpvR9x3-dDlg/s320/IMG_1035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527330380209997746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1lkovkjyqD6U8fAWw1fyuEPNLeY4KmAfNjLh-xe0ikoUEcCIEeo7Hjts7-m_iGQA9jrRsOQ6GJoPitGJtbX_UqB9uEXeUuIbmRLbieHVSS7_21HJM6tsuloTMKdfm21K_OkyP8PutMU/s1600/IMG_1024.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1lkovkjyqD6U8fAWw1fyuEPNLeY4KmAfNjLh-xe0ikoUEcCIEeo7Hjts7-m_iGQA9jrRsOQ6GJoPitGJtbX_UqB9uEXeUuIbmRLbieHVSS7_21HJM6tsuloTMKdfm21K_OkyP8PutMU/s320/IMG_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527330378507427394" border="0" /></a>Shannon & Jayde<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jericho & Colton<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sydney & Jake<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jori & Zach<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjPt_V6yD4l7QQObvwT-EOPFLQMh_KrxhjBYUq6zMTQNYiXwN-D0uSKVLD3cPmlCcKVgWYMqEjp_AU6nq5dgd_cA7BtDlj_MsbOwiebtlZ_h-jzzphuXYlym1LdbFr8Ks7Db1MayCoQgU/s1600/IMG_1015.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjPt_V6yD4l7QQObvwT-EOPFLQMh_KrxhjBYUq6zMTQNYiXwN-D0uSKVLD3cPmlCcKVgWYMqEjp_AU6nq5dgd_cA7BtDlj_MsbOwiebtlZ_h-jzzphuXYlym1LdbFr8Ks7Db1MayCoQgU/s320/IMG_1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527330366869005026" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-35952133933654356592010-10-10T13:23:00.010-05:002010-10-10T13:46:00.596-05:00Fall Homecoming 2010Last week we celebrated CCCHS Fall Homecoming 2010. This is a tradition remembered by many Tiger Alumni from the past. The bonfires, parades and the crowning of the Queen are things we nearly all have fond memories of.<br /><br />Another memory any Tiger grad from the past 30 or so years will have in common is that of the CCCHS secretary Jane Sherbert. She has served as the eyes and ears of this building for longer than many of us have been alive. Jane is as much a part of the CCCHS experience as the classes, the lockers and the friends. Just ask anyone who ever tried to impersonate their mom on the phone. (Jane has the uncanny ability to detect when it is, in fact, YOU and not your mom calling in about that "dentist appointment")<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMgBkElpPW782RsrGF9U7Oqhzy8wn8MoU6ByHfCqtxMc5g0s29iUQ9eqAD2YrF5S-81rFDSHgLYAs6WsjFqja3eZfAppKkHNiLBfiZ6MahHaHSIal3YCsvZxcLPPlkgVIw-ON6MPMS7g/s1600/ChanceandJane.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMgBkElpPW782RsrGF9U7Oqhzy8wn8MoU6ByHfCqtxMc5g0s29iUQ9eqAD2YrF5S-81rFDSHgLYAs6WsjFqja3eZfAppKkHNiLBfiZ6MahHaHSIal3YCsvZxcLPPlkgVIw-ON6MPMS7g/s320/ChanceandJane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526488271155445330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jane was the CCCHS Homecoming Queen in 1963. Last Friday night, in commemoration of the 48th anniversary of her own crowning, she joined the candidates on the field to crown the 2010 Homecoming Queen. She was escorted by Senior Chancelor Graham, Student Council Vice-President.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More photos from the week (all courtesy of our friend Phil Frigon) to come! We had a blast!<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-43731575571074866752010-10-03T18:04:00.007-05:002010-10-03T18:18:43.652-05:00Caution! Wet floors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TVxMT_EXAzu3ZTa03-2dMy_nr6O9VWoOcfPzTnPEl_tPC2LC3NjvuG-r_bGKHRahncjyXiW0BcOoFIqMfiz40Nj40biZaW-blGjRaAnR6HQz0OHo9L-DGoigP7PBXi2TccGHVwT6gWI/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-03+at+17.23.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TVxMT_EXAzu3ZTa03-2dMy_nr6O9VWoOcfPzTnPEl_tPC2LC3NjvuG-r_bGKHRahncjyXiW0BcOoFIqMfiz40Nj40biZaW-blGjRaAnR6HQz0OHo9L-DGoigP7PBXi2TccGHVwT6gWI/s320/Photo+on+2010-10-03+at+17.23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523960202501056770" border="0" /></a><br />It started out innocently. Julia wanted to make a sign warning people about the dangers of slipping on a wet floor and falling.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It ended as a lesson in the definition of the word "phallic".<br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, that is her name at the top. She is left handed and writes from right to left, with the letters inversed. If you hold it in a mirror it reads perfectly. Her dad and I have given up and decided that the Kindergarten teacher has her work cut out for her.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-87553781094971268412010-09-28T20:53:00.005-05:002010-09-28T21:25:48.497-05:00Mrs. Rieger gets T-U-F-FI broke up a fight today.<br /><br />Not an every day occurance at our school, but not totally uncommon either.<br /><br />I was walking past a crowd of kids that are typically pretty loud and rowdy anyway. Suddenly, the noise and the scuffling escalated until two boys, both much larger than I am, were standing nose to nose with their hands around each others' throats. Of course, I HAD to jump in.<br /><br />"Stop it!! Stop it right now!" I screamed, like a ninny. I stepped in between them and waved my arms wildly. "You two both cut it out!"<br /><br />They broke apart when a third boy pushed one away from the other.<br /><br />I told one of the kids to follow me into the back entrance of the office, while another teacher took the other kid in the front entrance. After the dust had settled and I had reported to the Principal what I had witnessed, I walked back to my classroom.<br /><br />As the adrenaline began to wear off, I started to think about what had just happened. Maybe I had made an impression on them. In fact, I was pretty proud of myself. That fight could have gotten a lot uglier had I not flexed my experienced "teacher muscles" on them to break it up, right? Maybe my far-to-friendly exterior is finally getting tough enough to match my no-nonsense attitude!<br /><br />After the next class, I remembered where I had been going when I stopped to play peace maker. Headed out again, I walked past the same area where a few of the kids had gathered again.<br /><br />I overheard one boy say to another, "Yeah, and So-n-So wasn't even trying! I mean, MRS. RIEGER was holding him back."<br /><br />Ok, I have GOT to start working out.<br /><br />Right after I reward myself with a chocolate ice cream cone and a stack of cookies at lunch.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-42999509804573258492010-09-21T19:51:00.003-05:002010-09-21T20:45:17.632-05:00One kid's treasure...Julia came home from Kindergarten today and proudly announced that as an award for her good behavior, she got to choose a prize from the "prize box" at school.<br /><br />She chose a card that allows her to eat lunch with her Kindergarten teacher as her reward.<br /><br />Ironically, I have her teacher's son in one of my classes at the high school.<br /><br />Tomorrow, as an award for his good behavior, I will surprise the Kindergarten teacher's kid by eating lunch with him and his friends at the high school.<br /><br />He will probably never speak to me again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-41358974645561991222010-09-09T21:31:00.003-05:002010-09-09T21:44:37.987-05:00What IS she doing?When the announcements come on over the intercom in my classroom, sometimes I stand in the front of the room and pretend I am signing them for the class. I know, it's immature. Probably even offensive in the wrong crowd. But the kids get a big kick out of it.<br /><br />Ok, so maybe I only really amuse MYSELF with this fun game. <br /><br />The only real "official" sign language I actually know is the word "flag". You put your right elbow on top of your left palm and wave your right hand like a flag. I use the sign for flag whenever the secretary reads of the list of kids who have messages in the office. Apparently, it is convincing. It goes flag-flag-pretend to spell students' names with hands-flag-flag.<br /><br />Today I also used the flag sign and a bunch of other made up stuff to sign that the Freshmen and Sophomore students should be released to the auditorium for an assembly. One student looked at me, then looked around room, then looked at me, then looked behind her seat.... she could NOT figure out what was going on. She really thought I was signing to someone.<br /><br />And then I taught Chemistry.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-24243771688384830522010-09-08T22:06:00.002-05:002010-09-08T22:16:25.327-05:00Nice Try, RookieThis morning I sent out a carefully composed email (to the entire staff of the school) outlining how the CCCHS Student Council would be commemerating the 10 year anniversary of the 9/11 attacks on Friday, September 10, 2010. <br /><br />Approximately 5 minutes later I got a response from Officer Brumfield, our School Resource Officer, reminding me that 2010 - 2001 = 9.... NOT 10.<br /><br />I got out my calculator. I counted on my fingers. He was correct.<br /><br />I took another swig of luke-warm coffee, swallowed hard, and sent out another email telling the entire staff that this had been their one-year advance notice about the commemeration of the 10 year anniversary of the 9/11 attacks that the CCCHS Student Council will be hosting NEXT year.<br /><br />Geesh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-14523098189521206892010-08-23T08:43:00.002-05:002010-08-23T08:45:08.134-05:004th Quarter Dress Experiment - March-April 2010<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">View the archived blog posts about the 4th Quarter Dress Experiment in March and April 2010 posts...<br /><br />A teacher wears the same dress to school everyday, teaching students to make observations, ask questions, write a testable hypothesis, design an experiment, analyze data and form a conclusion.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-69715035129654414512010-04-20T08:16:00.003-05:002010-04-20T08:36:01.006-05:00Day 18 - Gig is upThursday, April 15, 2010<br /><br />After much thought and careful consideration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj612YkILszXlav2DUZuDC4OnpNEBmsPbeES05amKIHp6t9OZ7nXM8PM2oXOA7k0Po29qzZX5k7SvIN3RtC-PePJVPBRx0ge97hLJEqqCkqAH9mPuTPFUVe_Y3ggKOMIQHW7Pq1zfG6trA/s1600/tn-1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj612YkILszXlav2DUZuDC4OnpNEBmsPbeES05amKIHp6t9OZ7nXM8PM2oXOA7k0Po29qzZX5k7SvIN3RtC-PePJVPBRx0ge97hLJEqqCkqAH9mPuTPFUVe_Y3ggKOMIQHW7Pq1zfG6trA/s320/tn-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462208166499537874" border="0" /></a>, I decided to end the project after it all "went public". As my former Biology teacher and mentor Tim Block told me when I started working at CCCHS, "Sometimes kids can take something you are ON FIRE about and pour COLD water all over it." I wanted to avoid having that happen by pushing my luck too hard with this project. <br /><br />Now seemed as good of time as any to just switch it up and move on, rather than trying to make that call at some point between now and the end of school. Trying to carry on until the end of school in the dress as I had originally planned felt like beating a dead horse. 4 weeks was enough to make my point. I did not want to risk having it be a distraction to whatever else we do from here out.<br /><br />And I was tired of it too. I did not expect it to effect me as much as it did. Lots of days I could not wait to get home and change, and I was starting to feel pretty insecure about my appearance. Even hippy-dippy tree huggers like me can be pretty vain.<br /><br />During each of my Biology classes today I discussed what I had been doing with the students. I would say it was split about 50/50 between one of two reactions from the kids:<br />Reaction #1: Wow. That's pretty cool. I had noticed and had talked to my friends about it, but had no idea what the point of all this was. Cool.<br /><br />Reaction #2: Lame. I had no idea, would never have noticed, and really don't care what you wear or why. Yawn.<br /><br />My hope is that the students took away a message about how we "do" science. It is not just something we learn out of a textbook. It is a process. The same process is applicable to everything around us. Look around you. Ask questions. Feed your need to wonder and question and explore things. Share what you know. Consider opposing evidence just as carefully as you consider those that agree with your point of view.<br /><br />Also, I hope they took away a message about consumption of resources. Think to yourself, "Do I really need ANOTHER pair of shoes almost just like the ones I already own, or could that money be put to better use somewhere else?" "Do we REALLY need new styrofoam prom decorations every year or could we possibly recycle a few things?" How about " If I am just a few blocks away from my destination, should I walk or should I drive?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-13692978621976598042010-04-15T08:22:00.004-05:002010-04-15T08:45:56.677-05:00Day 17 - April 14th Really BUSTED!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicx03yPaiGyvoeeIg2ZbEMmI-N4_k5Vz10pJ3_a8MfVXGCtt0s_nANIsWFnoZ787OR8e20JWN_yiJgzUxWEXB-rxLFIBQbxjho0oQog5N7gLPcCZarlzZ7PC03DKyrmL3yXmVKymFqA3o/s1600/tn.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicx03yPaiGyvoeeIg2ZbEMmI-N4_k5Vz10pJ3_a8MfVXGCtt0s_nANIsWFnoZ787OR8e20JWN_yiJgzUxWEXB-rxLFIBQbxjho0oQog5N7gLPcCZarlzZ7PC03DKyrmL3yXmVKymFqA3o/s320/tn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460354743984365298" border="0" /></a><br />It's Wednesday, and just after 4th hour two senior girls came in and said "We think you have been wearing the same dress everyday for a while now."<br /><br />I said, "Really, this dress? Naw, I haven't worn it before."<br /><br />They said "Yes you have! You have been wearing it for 17 days. We noticed it at the blood drive!" (That would have been day 4).<br /><br />They wanted to know why I had been wearing the same dress everyday. I asked them why THEY thought I would do that. They said they didn't know, but some kids were saying that is was because I had moved and did not have my clothes out yet. (I am moving, but not until right after school is out).<br /><br />I told them that I was doing it to illustrate the scientific method and to demonstrate a point about conservation since Earth Day is next week. The girls were really sweet about it, and said that lots of kids had noticed and had been talking about it for a while.<br /><br />We talked about it in my A&P classes during 5th and 8th hours. Most of them said that they had already noticed, but were afraid to say anything! One student said that it had been driving her CRAZY and even on a day she was gone another student had texted her to let her know that yes, I was wearing it AGAIN.<br /><br />(Added teaching point here: People will talk ABOUT you, long before they will talk TO you and you need to just get comfortable with that. Nothing you say or do will ever stop that. It is human nature. Just remember how it feels before you talk about someone else.)<br /><br />At lunch I generally eat with the same 4-6 teachers every day. Everyone is on a different schedule so we come and go a lot, spending only a few minutes together at the table. Of the four teachers who were there yesterday (and are there most days) I got 4 different reactions:<br /><br />1. Did not know it was the same dress, but thought maybe I had recently bought several black skirts or something like that.<br /><br />2. Had no idea and said she would have probably never noticed.<br /><br />3. Said "It's only been 4 weeks? I thought you'd been wearing it much longer than that!"<br /><br />4. Had not noticed the dress, but said she noticed the cowboy boots the other day and thought they were a "bit of a stretch". :) (I agree, I remember when I bought those boots I told my sister that I would look ridiculous wearing them as they were being displayed in the store with a skirt, but my feet hurt the other day from the red shoes I have been wearing most of the time so I stretched.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-8782067963974731712010-04-13T19:55:00.002-05:002010-04-13T20:14:19.347-05:00Day 16 - April 13th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivozOzjoDJ5qPjBPzySPFBme9wEvvY69lpF9_8NHXzwTZbkLVdKNznq5pDLT2VCHrwUFz_USitcbjPg1guS9gl5wMVkTLqxWL6JB2iRqTYXhyphenhyphen_wFD2a8BLS2GfmQzxnV2x8F9m49aoShA/s1600/dress+001.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459790618996375090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivozOzjoDJ5qPjBPzySPFBme9wEvvY69lpF9_8NHXzwTZbkLVdKNznq5pDLT2VCHrwUFz_USitcbjPg1guS9gl5wMVkTLqxWL6JB2iRqTYXhyphenhyphen_wFD2a8BLS2GfmQzxnV2x8F9m49aoShA/s320/dress+001.JPG" /></a><br /><div>This week's topic in A&P is the Reproductive Sytem. What everyone has waited all year for!!! </div><div> </div><div>Since most of those kids are Juniors and Seniors, it has really been an interesting couple of days. Not at all like talking to sophomores about the topic of reproduction. Both are good and interesting conversations in their own right... but different.</div><div> </div><div>Today's thought about teaching high school: You know how you go to a big time concert, and all the guy on stage has to do is yell the name of your hometown (ie: "Hello, Kansas City!!!") and everyone in the crowd goes crazy?? Try walking into a classroom of high school kids and saying "Sex". The response you usually get is "Wha... did she just say... I think she said... Awright!"</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Got lots of comments on the boots today but nothing on the dress. I went downtown after school and checked out the spring stuff at Shoes, etc today. Hi Jen and Reene if you are watching. If you're gonna shop, shop local!</div><div> </div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-59555550730759499792010-04-12T21:24:00.004-05:002010-04-13T07:46:12.665-05:00Just for funHere is Julia, wearing a costume that cost as much as some of my nicer wardrobe items, for a one time appearance in a dance recital last Saturday. She loves it and I would have gladly paid double for it, even if she never went out go in public in it. She makes a pretty cute ballerina!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ccoMfMG9YYixTuFeUn41RLTEsHGmmBLtBXk0cubpfDFYIbUhWyGQVRwLrofYO7S6aZ1Yx0yW1pq_GLAZRxLr8Dsjjons7WySY5oKnJOJusIqE_7m7Ivsl2GnJL_mCdghkC5xtT1azYg/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459442526856867186" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ccoMfMG9YYixTuFeUn41RLTEsHGmmBLtBXk0cubpfDFYIbUhWyGQVRwLrofYO7S6aZ1Yx0yW1pq_GLAZRxLr8Dsjjons7WySY5oKnJOJusIqE_7m7Ivsl2GnJL_mCdghkC5xtT1azYg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-32099304228831913142010-04-12T21:12:00.003-05:002010-04-12T21:24:40.025-05:00Day 15 - April 12th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_QhexRQKzmkIvsgUAGRT9Z3teNowDeBm7-QUVYHaRMNbHEGiiKZZ_sOpLWv15Qc1ukEG1y8NLmdANzGqfZXk2rMYCm4O7V-9IIuHbGzwFhHl9fdhuveYGZlz0lkyaOG78UDQjjBpSCY/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459439435873086994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_QhexRQKzmkIvsgUAGRT9Z3teNowDeBm7-QUVYHaRMNbHEGiiKZZ_sOpLWv15Qc1ukEG1y8NLmdANzGqfZXk2rMYCm4O7V-9IIuHbGzwFhHl9fdhuveYGZlz0lkyaOG78UDQjjBpSCY/s320/032.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Ok... now this is just getting BORING.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Next week is Earth Day (40th Anniversary! Congrats Tree Huggers of the world!!!) Maybe I will just have to tell them and get it over with. I could easily tie all of this into environmental issues (conservation of resources, reducing consumption, reduce-reuse-recycle, people!) I have a really good lesson to teach here and it is just dying to get out!!! </div><div> </div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-12403800108749258982010-04-10T05:41:00.000-05:002010-04-10T06:05:32.493-05:00Day 14 - April 9th BUSTED!BUSTED! The very first person to make the observation and ask a question was my awesome 7th hour classroom Para named Mrs. Pera.<br /><br />Mrs. Pera came in at the start of class today and said "I have something to ask you, and I hope I'm not being to forward.... but are you doing some kind of an experiment? I think you have been wearing the same dress everyday, and that you are on your third week of it."<br />I told her she was correct and emailed her the link to the blog. <br /><br /><br />I am going to go through my closet this weekend and try to come up with some new dress combo's. I have to admit that I got really self-conscience about how I looked this week. It was an extremely busy and stressful week... the kind of week that a new outfit or new haircut or something to change it up would have felt GREAT.<br /><br />Thursday evening I went to the mall to try to find something to wear for a wedding that we have next weekend. I like to shop. I miss it already, even though periods of 3 weeks or more go by frequently that I do not go shopping. (Sometimes 3 months goes by that I do not go shopping.) But this time I knew that I would not be wearing something new to school tomorrow or over the weekend, so it took the fun out of it. Do not fear, I still bought something and contributed my small part to the recovery of the economy. And I cheated on the "rules" and wore a belt that came with my new dress to school on Friday. Actually, what got me out of bed on Friday was knowing that belt was in the closet and I was going to add it to my wardrobe that morning.<br /><br />3 weeks down - 6 weeks to go!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5068384359033075106.post-28420262535923833682010-04-08T16:25:00.000-05:002010-04-08T16:27:17.482-05:00Day 13 April 8th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIlZLCuqJKwX0-9s_hGpSb6L8csRN5Yy6KaUnoNGa03MYsXmbQ10g6o5wSqJFAvWMIaceeC2Zh52-MW7JLy-vLL7IIoBSlbBpXEIe-OCQN0e0GxYBAY7R3LPWwovl1jRrh3WD_9EbX3U/s1600/dress+001.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457881204937559794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIlZLCuqJKwX0-9s_hGpSb6L8csRN5Yy6KaUnoNGa03MYsXmbQ10g6o5wSqJFAvWMIaceeC2Zh52-MW7JLy-vLL7IIoBSlbBpXEIe-OCQN0e0GxYBAY7R3LPWwovl1jRrh3WD_9EbX3U/s320/dress+001.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Another day... another outfit.</div><div>This one was pretty boring. I really wanted my comfy spring capris this morning instead of tights and high heel boots.</div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0