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Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Miss in Miss Adams is the most important part of the name





So while I was in South America my students were assigned to read Bacon’s “Essays”. Specifically, they had to read “Marriage vs. Single Life”. Now, this is required reading. I didn’t pick it, but some how my kids had the idea that I was sending them a message from Chile through their reading selection. And you better believe that when I checked my email the day after they read the essay, it was filled with messages reminding me that “overseas romances are never a good idea”, “single life fits you, don’t let a man tie you down…”, “boys are bad” and so forth. What happened to I was so old I was near death? I think I might have some students with abandonment issues… But this really made me think, what if I could send subliminal messages to my kids… What if….????

If I could really get subliminal messages through to my students they would go something like this…

1. Pee before you come to class…because, no you will not get a pass…

2. Bring a sweater, because Miss Adams doesn’t care how cold you are… wear a full shirt for that matter, then she won’t have to write you up for a dress code violation…

3. Bring Miss Adams a Twix… or a Double Shot from Starbucks…

4. Miss Adams doesn’t care why you are late; you still have to check in at the front desk…

5. Miss Adams is not your mom, so stop asking her for money… and STOP trying to hug her…

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Transcendentalism…

Transcendentalism – Basically this was a movement in American literature rebelling against the norms or religious thinking, social and urban life.

Here is what teaching transcendentalism to teenagers is like….

Day 1: Students went on a nature tour of the campus. Really what this means is that we walked to one of the two grass areas on campus, just 50 feet from the classroom, right next to the parking lot. I set them loose with their journals and this topic, “what natural objects do you see?”. It really is sad when kids think that cars, basketballs and benches are natural objects. “Grass people, think grass! Not that kind of grass, school appropriate grass!”

Day 2: Students are given examples of nature and as a class we discuss how we as individuals are similar to objects found in nature. “Miss Adams, what do you mean I’m like a cloud? I’m not a fluffy!”, “Jorge looks like a puppy”, “No I don’t… hey can I borrow your mirror?”, “I’m a pineapple”, “Why?”, “…ummm….do I have to have a reason?”

Day 3: “Okay, I think we have all had enough so let’s wrap this up. Pick one natural item that you have things in common with, draw a picture and write 2 paragraphs explaining the item and your similarity to it.” ….

“Miss Adams?”

“Yes?”

“Can I go outside and get a leaf to help me draw?”

“Sure”

And thus students were sent out to collect nature and bring it back to draw. Now there will always be one student who thinks outside of the box. And my students like to think WAY outside of the box.

Student 1: “Can we go out to get some nature?”

Adams: “If you’re gone more than 5 minutes, I’m calling security to get you”.

Student 2: “We’ll be really quick, don’t worry”

3 minutes pass and I am standing with my back to the window of my classroom when all of a sudden a student yells out, “ADAMS LOOK”. I turn, unsure of what is behind me, when I see students 1 and 2 walking up to my door with their nature. Nature apparently to them involved ripping a 5 foot tall branch off a tree and completely uprooting an elephant plant. I stopped them at the door taking the branch, and trying not to laugh as student 1 attempts to hide the plant he is carrying.

Adams: “What is that?”

Student 1: “I don’t know what you are talking about”, as he places the 3 foot high plant in the trash can behind him.

Adams: “Put it back, where ever you got it, put it back”

I look to the right to see how it was possible that two students could make it all the way across campus with half a tree and an entire plant. There I see the campus security guards laughing hysterically and pointing at me. I burst into laughter myself. What do you do in that situation? The elephant plant was replanted, the tree branch ended up being used in my class’ red ribbon week door décor, and then the students in question were “talked to” about the “appropriate” application of transcendentalism. Thankfully there the principle and vice principle were at a meeting and did not witness the events. However, the stand in admin was watching the entire thing on the video cameras. As I stood at my door during the passing period I was approached by the stand in admin and asked if I needed any shovels. And for that matter, he told me that he would lend me the strongest boys on campus. “Why?” I asked. “Well I thought you might want that tree over there for your project”, he remarked as he pointed at a 50 foot tree. HA HA HA. Better yet were the security guards who came into my room looking for missing trees and campus plants for the next week.

Transcendentalism…

Monday, November 2, 2009

Age is just a number…with very little meaning and no absolution.


Sometimes I wonder if the generation that I work with has ever seen the movie “Bambie”. Because if they have, I think they have missed one of the essential lessons that movie seeks to teach young children. One smart reared child in my class decided that I am an old maid and that I am nearly past the years of child bearing. She told me, not just that I was old, but that I was *$%@ing old. REALLY? Since when is 25 *$%@ing old? What would possess you, to make you think that saying something like that was okay? So here's to you... I think i may hang an "old people crossing" sign up in my room, since I am so near death and didn't even realize it.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Red Ribbon Week and an Attempt of Conqure a Small but Meaningful Portion of the World

Alright, let’s chat… it’s been a while. It is my DUTY to humankind to spread the word of Red Ribbon Week. However, there is an irony in Red Ribbon Week here at my school. Red Ribbon Week at a continuation school is like throwing a baby shower at an abortion clinic, completely ironic. I mean hello, everything I learned about drugs was here, from my kids.

But I really wanted to take this as an opportunity to do something worthwhile as a teacher, and thankfully I am getting the chance. It was decided that teachers could use forced child labor (otherwise known as class participation) to decorate their door for RRW with the hopes of winning a party for their class. And much to my pleasure 4th period was the chosen group to do this. I love my fourth period class. It is a tiny group of kids, which for the most part make my whole day better. No matter how bad things might be, my fourth period always makes me feel like everything I go through is worth it, because I have them. And I have struggled this year to connect with the new group coming in, but these kids are a gift. But anyway… let me get back to the point RRW.

Our mission is to pick a theme and decorate our door. I was thrilled with this competition. Really any competition has my name written all over it. Any chance to conquer a small portion of the world and I am all over it. But to top it off I get to conquer a small portion of the world with my beloved fourth period! Who could ask for more? But much to my dismay, not so many of the other staff members were as thrilled as myself. So how to fix that… put them on blast during the announcements and call them pansies of course! Needless to say sending out “don’t be chicken” and “make my win worth the work” emails went far.

We have a good portion of the staff decorating doors now. But I will just say this; my kids have this in the bag. I will spare no expense, I will pull everything physical and monetary resource I have. Why? Not just because I love to win… but because I never realized how excited my kids would be with the project. They have brought ideas and talent and joy to the competition. I’m really proud of them. And we will relish in the tears of the classes who perish in the luminescence of our splendor!

Monday, October 19, 2009

Oh Yeah...


Teacher of the month... ME!!!! Next step, total world domination=)

Locked up Abroad Lesson # 1: “Don’t Take Packages from Strangers"

I have waited my entire life, all 25 years of it, to visit South America. And finally, my dream is about to come true. I will be spending 12 days in November basking in the beauty and culture of Chile and Peru. I will take in the sights, eat way more than I should, and carry a copy of Pablo Neruda’s “20 love poems and a song of despair” everywhere I go. My kids are oddly afraid that I am going to end up in prison in Chile or Peru and not make it back for finals. Now, as I am wondering what to wear, how much to pack and whether or not to bring a flat iron, my students decided to impart some thug life knowledge on me to help me survive the rough streets of Santiago. So they have over the past few days compiled a list of tips to help me through my adventure.

1. Don’t take packages from strangers (apparently drug traffickers prey on unsuspecting / stupid / too nice to say no tourists. I’m not really sure which of the above listed qualities my student was implying that I possess…).

2. Never let your drink out of your sight. One minute your drinking a soda and the next thing you know, your gonna wake up in a crappy hotel room tub packed in ice with a note thanking you for your kidney (one of my students has a cousin, who has an uncle, who has a friend, whose daughter had that happen to her).

3. Don’t talk to strangers. Randomly in conversations over the past 2 months I have had this delightful comment made to me by several of my kids, “Don’t talk to strangers, your gonna get kidnapped. Green eyes sell big on the black market, you know…” No, I didn’t. But thanks for that tid-bit of information that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

4. Write a will (or to make things easy, just give my stuff away before I go and buy all new stuff when I get back).

5. Learn to do a choke hold, just in case someone does try to kidnap me.

Instructions

  • Step 1:

Thrust your chin to your chest the instant you feel someone trying to put you in a sleeper choke hold. If your chin is on your chest they will not be able to get their arm around your throat and won't be able to render you unconscious. (okay, so chin down…)

  • Step 2:

Reach up with both hands. Place the hand closest to the attacker's hand on his choking arm over his hand. Place the other hand on the elbow of the choking arm. Both of your hands should be on the attacker's arm that is around your head. (really, both hands on the attackers arm? You mean asking them politely won’t make them stop???)

  • Step 3:

Squeeze the pressure point near the elbow. You can find this about 1 inch above the elbow. Place your thumb on one side of the arm and your middle finger on the other side. Squeeze the bone between your fingers hard. Try it on yourself. It hurts. (Pressure points…maybe I can test this out on my TA)

  • Step 4:

Push the wrist on the attacker's choking arm toward his elbow. Do this by placing your hand on the back of his hand. Wrap your fingers around the meaty part of the hand beneath the attacker's thumb. Place your thumb between the knuckles of his middle and ring fingers. Push in the direction of the elbow, making sure the attacker's wrist is bending. Use the hand pressing on the pressure point near the elbow to push toward the wrist. Your hands should be pushing toward each other. The attacker will be distracted by the pain in his wrist and elbow. (I think I can do that…)

  • Step 5:

Step behind the attacker by moving to the side and swinging your inside leg around him. Be sure to do this on the side of the choking arm. When you step behind him you will be facing his back. Push the choking arm up and over your head as you move behind the attacker. (okay…)

  • Step 6:

Pull the attacker's arm behind him as you move behind him. This should be easy since you are holding his wrist and elbow. Once his arm is behind his back push the wrist up toward his head. Trip the attacker forward onto his face and follow him to the ground. You now have him at your mercy (seems pretty easy… and this will totally give me some street credit…)

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