Monday, October 29, 2007
I always liked that part said by the pledges of the other fraternity in the movie Animal House as they were getting paddled. Notice that I took the assignment (hence 'Thank you sir, may I have...", etc. Now I'm not suggesting that the title of the movie is apropos, but I'm not refuting it, either.
Yeah, it was music. I met the teacher, and was impressed. He is a graduate of the Hartt School of Music at the University of Hartford (see Kid1). This is one of the pre-eminent performing arts colleges in the country. I have a pretty good idea of how the school is easing him out, but do not have any official word. At any rate, I am thankful that the teacher will be there tomorrow. I have truly had it with obnoxious and disdainful students with no respect for authority...However, I do need some income so we can pay our mortgage to Countrywide every month.
I did get a wise-guy remark of 'Racist' from one student of color. I exploded with somewhat righteous indignation, like this, near to a shout, but not quite: "Don't you ever tell me about discrimination. I am discriminated against everywhere because of my wheelchair. People won't hire me because of my wheelchair. Don't you ever accuse me of discrimination. Got it!". The kid never said anything to me again.
And it was cathartic! I felt like that old Clint Eastwood movie where he said "A man's gotta know his limits".
However, I was subbing at the High School two days last week, and that experience was better. I had a science teacher's class, and it was far better. Of course, the ninth grade General Science was only a bit better than the eighth grade, but the tenth graders College Biology students were really good, and the Intro to Forensic senior students were really good. And of course, the teacher had a really good sub packet of assignments, so it was pretty agreeable.
What to do? Keep looking for a 'real' job and continue as is. Despite the previous rant to Mr. Obnoxious, every employer doesn't discriminate. I just have to look a little deeper, I have said that I do enjoy a challenge!
Friday, October 26, 2007
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
This is just not a Pink Floyd reference. Aptly, The Wall fits this student teaching thing, because if all parents knew what goes on behind that wall...
I really do not know if irony is the best word that applies here. However, consider just the facts:
- I cannot read music
- I cannot write music
- I cannot play an instrument
- I cannot sing (certainly not with style or grace)
Yet, I seem to be in danger of becoming a semi-permanent sub in Music. This strikes me as bizarre, but the music teacher is not there, it seems, anymore. I think. I have not had any grown-up in a position of authority tell me for sure. Therefore, tomorrow I expect a computer generated phone call at 06:00 from Kelly Educational. Oh, yesterday the call said for a math teacher, but I was asked to do music. Today it was social studies, but I ended up in you know where. Therefore, I am ready to launch the assault again tomorrow.
I do like the floating aides, and the administration has backed me up. The first eighth grade class was so rowdy that I asked one student to go to the office for me. A couple of minute’s later assistant principal whom I refer to as J came in to restore order. You have to know that J was a former Marine, a serious jarhead. Well, he fit the profile of a Marine drill sergeant, the kind like Jack Webb in the movie The DI. Order was restored, IMMEDIATELY. The assistant principal even used the time-honored Marine term knucklehead in his well-versed tirade. Bravo, a great performance!
One question, one comment for the blogging public out there:
- Why do many kids become issues in seventh grade? I notice some of the sixth graders who look like they just may become seventh grade jerks. Yeah, I know that puberty plays some role, but why the very sudden change by many (but certainly not all) into obnoxiosity?
- In my opinion, I think the behavior issues you see with teens and older adolescents began two generations ago, when society seemed to encourage more individualistic behavior, you know, don't worry about authority. The results are obviously glaring. I really cannot care about societal issues any more as to why kids (repeat: many but not all) act up and tend to ignore authority.
When I was in grades 6-7-8 I went to St. Christopher School in East Hartford. You never ever challenged authority. You were not to speak unless you were addressed by the teacher. When your class was changing classes, you were in a straight line. Little things you do not see any more. At St Christopher, you never ever wanted to be sent to the principal, Father Murphy. He was extremely gruff, but with a real heart of gold. I would guess that he would put it into words something akin to this: "You know the rules, what's the problem?” ...I do not ask for perfection, just a modicum of respect. A little bit...
Sunday, October 21, 2007
I did have a floating aide for a while, but she was called away. I did remember what other teachers said: put the troublemakers in the hall, and remember that the principal's number is 6-0-0-1. I'll remember that.
As I noted before, the sad aspect is that so many of these kids are craving attention because they don't get any at home. Unfortunately, there really is not a parental figure advising them about proper behavior, about working hard to succeed, about paying attention to authority. The problem kids now are probably going to have problems as adults. However, I cannot worry about that. I hate to see anyone fail in life, but there is nothing I can do. With the tiny bit of authority a sub has, if a student is going to be a problem, out in the hall. You will not be allowed to be a problem for me this period. Amen...
Thursday, October 18, 2007
A Drunk Pumpkin Face
You would make a good pumpkin martini.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I wouldn't mind a dog, but am not certain that it would work as easily as a cat given the wheelchair. So a cat it is. I grew up with a couple of canines: Boris, a gregarious, nice collie-shepherd mix, and Maggie, a lab-something mutt, aloof and liked to sleep a lot (a very cat like dog). So I'd prefer to not get into the dumb argument some get into, which is better. Both are adept at becoming furry family mates.
I have noted that if we got a gray cat, we could keep the existing pictures in frames, and who would know? Sir Hump was a fine fellow, although he liked doing things his way, which did not include his annual vet trip (see picture). You needed to use guile and trickery, of course, to get him into his travel cage. We referred to it as our patented Snag-n-Stuff Method®. It took three people to perform that trick (I could only offer encouragement). He doesn't look sad here, but resigned to his fate, booster shots in his hindquarters and a bath. His look here suggests that "they tricked me again"...Once my employment and SSA situations settle, we'll be on the prowl for a bunch more fur...
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
The thing about sorting through older photos is that you find some interesting shots. Since I don't seem to pose smiling that often, this one jumped out at me. Of course I'm smiling, I am with the lovely Patti at Christmas luncheon a few years ago. She has a nice smile, and as for me: when you're happy, why not let it show???
Friday, October 5, 2007
It is indeed what I explained it to be in that previous post. It was purchased and stuffed as a support for my right leg as I drive my trusty and hulking full-size Ford E-150 'Boris' Clubwagon. This graphic shows the support provided by this brocade beauty of a bag. My right leg would fall off the seat if not supported, and would be uncomfortable. Not that I would carry this bag in public, that would require incessant explaining, and who needs that?
However, now that I have let the blogging public into my Ford, y'ins (Pittsburgh for y'all) probably wonder about the stuffed Bruins you see there. The two here are Dickens and Birthday Bear. But there are more...and more! Not shown are Henri, Tops, Salty and Dickens. Yes, I have six bears to make my driving domain a bit more soft. I don't think that I have personified these guys that occupy my cup holders, but I may profile them at some point (no, I am not off my meds!). It's just that I don't know anyone else who carries plush bears in their vehicles. In the picture on the right, I evicted a bear from the cup holder and placed the bear on the dashboard on the left. I didn't move the bear so he could get a better view, but needed that cupholder space for a bottle of water. Really!!! That's all...
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
3. YOUR “FLY Guy” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Detective Blue Doggie
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Irwin ‘Atlantic’ City.....(yuck)
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Red Pilsner
8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
9. STRIPPER NAME: (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
White Linen Bonbons (not 'buns')
10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )
11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
12. SPY NAME/BOND GIRL: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “y”)
14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Corn Chex Maple
15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)
The Airplane Fog Tour