Now, that's what I love about learning. I'm embracing this quote for the rest of the school year (and during extra-curricular hours, too).
(Full disclosure, it was even in an article about birds--and you know they steal my heart, mudnesting or no. [The rest of the science blurbs therein are also pretty interesting. Science Tuesday!])
Today I went to a middle school where I've been leading a here-and-there residency since October. The kids in my class look pretty much the same, but I've noticed that the kids in the hallway look older.
The months are visible on them.
Hilarious to me (but definitely not to them): physical growth also seems to include a combination of these extracurricular accessories:
I'm about to leave for another middle school. One of today's desires for these students is that I will not have to hear them use the phrase "tentacle rape."
Once was enough to demonstrate that their minds are exactly where you'd think they'd be...aka exactly where yours is.
As a side note: just because a book is about seventh graders is NOT A VALID REASON to let your own seventh-grade child read it.
In the midst of all that is (pick a grade, any grade; pick a subject, any subject; pick an allergy, any allergy), I am deleting files to make more space on my computer.
I did not delete the following:
"NO ACT OF KINDNESS, NO MATTER HOW SMALL IS EVER WASTED" AESOP
Once, when I was a kid, I petted a bunny for a while until I realized it
was dead. I only mention this as point of contrast...
Chris
It makes me feel better on so many levels (even when I'm already feeling pretty good). I also re-read an old email from Erin containing only the words "in Hoover they trusted and now they are busted." Fairly clear which types of history I'd prefer not be repeated, no?
Here's another sample, for good measure:
--That'd kind of be a fun game all in all: adding the undead to Paul Simon songs.--
Yeah!
Like...
Hellward Bound
Still Disembowled After All These Years
The Sound of Zombies
You Can Call Me Al-ways Hungry for Human Flesh
Bridge Over Decomposed Innards
Me and Julio Down by the Graveyard
50 Ways to Cleave Your Liver
Parsely, Sage, Rosemary, and Time to Eat Your Brains
Now I'm realtrue procrastinating: story, adapt thyself! (It'd be much easier to cut hunks out of this story if I didn't like it so much. If only those lions would just come out of the story and eat up some of the text. I'm sure the text tastes just like parents! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...)
Seemingly unrelated, I just remembered how Erin, one of our cousins, and some other girls got extra credit in a 9th grade Mozart unit by lip-syncing Rock Me Amadeus.