- I can't pull a t-shirt over my head nearly as well, because my skalp is like velcro.
- After gooping up my hands with gel after a shower: "Hey, I don't need this!"
- There are drafts in certain rooms.
- My head doesn't sit on my pillow as well.
- The dome is a little more sensitive to steamy-hot showers.
- Upon entering a room in the house, my dog barked at me on two different occasions.
- I should have auctioned off my eyebrows to the highest donor.
- Don't raise your right hand to wave at someone across a bar.
- Damn, I made the Daily Herald coverage... http://dailyherald.com/story/?id=367351
- Teachers who have been there years said yesterday's pep assembly was the most amazing demonstration of our school pride in their 25+ years there...
- I can't be prouder of my contribution to the cause.
So, after all of the recent digging around in my bedroom, I have come across many cool artifacts that I had never thought I would run into again. Many of them were found stuffed into drawers with little concern for returning to them. (We all know that feeling of stuffing items into a place just to get the bedroom picked up for Mom.) So, after making an initial inventory of artifacts, I have decided to spend some time really breaking these things apart as a testimony to my growth. (Here is where many of my College of Ed cohort is going to tear me apart for sounding e-port-ish...) I will be soon begin to the portfolio of Catholic school artifacts (propaganda, for some).
Ladies and gentlemen, I announce today the beginning of a new saga to my blog (that continually spins around looking for a straight direction like a kid on a carousel)... a new series that I am going to call Artifacts of the Schooldays.
I will begin with the Catholic school years. At some undetermined point, I compiled a rather lengthy (in-?)school project where I summarized Bible stories through drawing. Every one of the kids in my family is pretty visual; we all greatly enjoyed drawing/coloring/artsy projects in and outside of school. (Runs down from my dad?) Anyway, here's the cover for starters. More updates will come through as I can recall the Bible the stories themselves and perhaps spend a little thought of my visual Bible portfolio.
Okay, after reading my email at the end of the day and seeing that the WHO had elevated the flu outbreak warning, I walked out of school only to see a bus full of senior citizens getting off of their bus to come into the high school. For what, I have no clue. Just. Plain. Brilliant.
I was looking for some "pump-up" music this morning, hit random in iTunes, and what did I get? oskee wow wow... I had flashes of Assembly Hall, basketball plays and adrenaline rushes to grab for my camera, which I did not have. College is calling me back, and I was not even close to a reminiscent mood today. No credit is due to Apple Genius. Sorry, great ap feature, but definitely was not responsible for scanning my college memories as well (so I hope).
I overheard my brother and sister playing Password tonight, on my brother's 13th birthday. So, I chimed in one answer when I was refilling my glass of water:
Sis: No, the word was model...
Also witnessed tonight: my grandfather demonstrating the waltz (among other fancy dances) with my sister to teach my brother in preparation for his first junior high dance.
How can I possibly even begin to start generating quizzes online and download them as .pdf's if I only get a 10-15kbps downlaoad? Seriously? This reflects poorly on librarians not realizing what their roles are: providing easy access to information. I can understand coffeeshop bandwidths being slow, but public libaries? Come on, it's not like suburban kids would come up here and set up a LAN party... or would they? Maybe they could get more kids up here and reading gaming magazines and fiction if they had some sort of read-to-play program...
Yes, I realized around 9 that I needed to get at least a couple of breathes of this fresh, Spring(?)-ish air. So, I took the dog for a walk before proceeding with my lesson-writing. I forgot how many memories are associated with my neighborhood. I took a walk by the park, by the basketball court, by the pool. Lots of stuff came rushing back from summers gone.
I like the damp. And I've always enjoyed a good rain. I think I am going to make these walks a habit so long as this weather does not go completely headfirst intot he subzeroes again.
So, I am in my Curriculum and Instruction class today during the inauguration...
My professor asked if anyone was feeling particularly "teacherly", and I responded with a half-shrug / raising of both of my hands as if to say, "Shouldn't I always be?" So, she asked me to manage the 50 or so college students who were in the conference room to watch the inauguration during our first class of the semester. I lead discussion on who, when or what really influenced everyone's first learning about politics. I told the following story about how this morning has already been special...
I woke up early to get myself ready for the day. I showered, put some breakfast together and sat down to be briefed by CSPAN on the morning's festivities. Little did I remember that one of my favorite teachers from high school would have been proud that I went there first. I began the day with the thought that he really would be thrilled to see the camaraderie displayed in this country over today's events. I believe he passed away during the my senior year, but I hoped today to call in to CSPAN and say a few words in his memory. I respect all of my teachers, but he was particularly influential with his approach to teaching. He showed me that there is a lot of room in the classroom for being corny (especially if you have a wicked mustache... not that I will ever grow a 'stache).
After I had set the mood (with what I realized to be a pretty serious talk), a lot of my fellow classmates shared their experiences as non-voters in government courses during an election year. We talked about trips to DC or Springfield that had an impact or just taught them about group tourism. Other folks mentioned strategies they thought were powerful and some they thought turned them off to politics.
Finally, just before we tuned into the internet broadcasts, my professor spoke on her childhood, growing up in the South in segregated schools: leading up to the inauguration of JFK, her parents were convinced that the Pope would be in control of the United States and that JFK would open the doors of 'private clubs' to people of any color. The most touching moment was when she shared a very emotional memory with us - one of the last she shared with her mother as her mother was fading out of life. She said that this election brought out the change in her mother's view on race and that her mother was really excited for Obama's candidacy.
In all, other than having to step up in front of my peers in just three minutes, I think I pulled off a decent discussion. A lot of people had something to say when I gave them the floor. I took my professor's evaluation very seriously, though: I spent too much time talking by myself. So, a lesson learned today.
Later we spoke on some ideas about teaching the inauguration in our own classrooms. I have some notes on ideas that people shared. But, for me, after my teacher brain was engaged, I picked up a few words from the benediction that I thought could form a really good written response on memorable imagery from the day's speeches: "...when tanks will be beaten into tractors..."