Journals

Every day my biology class comes in and answers a question in their journal.  Usually its related to what we've been discussing in class, but every once in awhile I just tell them to write whatever's on their mind.  The results are usually pretty awesome.

"Snow is really great.  It is just like frozen H2O.  We roll in it.  We fight in it, we can also get buried alive in it"

 "Snow sucks.  I hate shoveling snow.  It's a pain in my Butt. And snow is cold. And its to bright." Mainly I like that one because it's so contradictory to all of the others.

This one has to do with their PE final: "My chest hurts.  I'm not running a mile ever again.  Pokemon is awesome.  I need more (tries to spell vicodin, scribbles it out) pain pills."

"Pokemon is the best game ever! Everyone must love it! I love Groudon! It is amazing with fire blast ! IT IS AS AWESOME AS SCIENTOLOGY!"  Pokemon is still big? wha?

"The only thing worse than a ginger is a baby.  Babies are the reason there will never be world. Zack is having a seizure (or a baby).  I'm going to nail a baby (doll) to a tree and shoot it repetitively." At least he's not nailing a real baby to a tree.

"I have two turtles and two tadpoles.  (Land Turtle) Marriwhether Lewis (water turtle) Ferdinand Magellan (tapoles) giovanni de veranzono and Samuel de Chaimplain.  When the tadpoles turned to frogs they hopped out of the tank and my dog ate them.  Now Lewis has an eye infection and won't eat.  So he's probably going to die."  So...he had two turtles and two tadpoles.  Really I love that he names his pets after famous explorers!

"Ashley and Brock are my Bio buddies.  Ashley is annoying and Brock is a stud.  He knows how to draw deer, Ashley draws pigs.  School is not fun."  The second sentence was my fav.  I'm sure he loves my class though.

So a few days ago I asked one of my students if he had finished his review packet yet and his response was, "Don't worry about it, baby."
"Um, did you just call me baby?"
"I talk to all my women that way"
At which point, I told him he needed to step out into the hallway where I had a three minute conversation covering everything that was wrong with calling his teacher baby and why I was not and did not appreciate being called his woman.

On that note, I'm getting better at keeping a straight face, which really isn't saying too much.

On a slightly other note, where was the attention from high school boys 8 years ago? I mean, I think I got hit on more the first two weeks as a teacher than my entire college career.

Lately class has been a little ho-hum, except for a more disturbing event, so I thought that I would catch you up with a few of my favorites so far:

*I mispronounced a student’s name, Quire, as “queer” the first day of school.

*One of my students showed me a picture that he drew of the small town my school is located in. It was basically cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, and a McDonalds in the very corner.  Fairly accurate.

*I have a semi-cranky old janitor who usually cleans my room.  After a staff meeting where we were told that the school was on academic probation, I told the janitor about it and this is what he said: “I’m not surprised.  If we were in China or one of them places, we would take most of these dumb kids out there (gestures to courtyard) and shoot ‘em in the head.  That would keep ‘em in line.”  

*A mouse is temporarily liberated from his fate as snake food and runs under the door into my classroom.  Of course, pandemonium ensues. One of my students swears he will not rest until he catches it.  The mouse is cornered behind my desk for a good 10 minutes.  Apparently a similar thing happened to my friend Jenny who teaches next door…except one of her students accidentally squished it like a tube of toothpaste under her shoe.

*One of my ditziest students asks me randomly during a mitosis lab, “Miss Fix, how do you heal a broken heart?”

*One of my students, “You actually live here, don’t you.  I’m going to prove to it.”

*I guess during observation, my principal tallied how many times I said "OK".  Apparently it was 32.  To be fair, class is 88 minutes long and I like to stay on task.  However, while he was discussing this observation, I  replied, "Ok. Ok, I'll work on it."