More Wreckage

Do not fear!  This is the good kind of wreckage!  I promised you, way back in the olden days of yore, that I would share more from the Wreck this Journal. Here they is.

Woe and Despair

Just kidding.  No woe.  No despair.  I was pretending.  Sometimes, when the kidlets are being obnoxious, I strike this pose (usually standing up, but it was sunny and I wanted to rest) and someone says for me, “Is it hard to be you?” To which I reply, “Yes.  It is hard to be me.  Woe and despair.”…

Artsy Fartsy

This year I am teaching art.  For those of you that know me, I am not, technically, artistic.  Certainly, I am what you might call creative.  I am… crafty (homograph intended).  What I am not is an artist.  I know small bits of information, I know what I think is pretty, and I know how…

Giggle and Snort

Taylor Mali is probably best known for his “What Do Teachers Make?” poem.  I like it.  Very much. However, I snort and giggle at this one. Even when I’m alone, and only my dog can hear me. “The The Impotence of Proofreading,” by TAYLOR MALI

Whoopsie

This caped teacher does not know the strength of her powers.  Earlier this week I said this: “Our kids this year are not your typical punk kids.  We have many fewer gun-totin’, teacher-hitting, drug-using turkey-butts than in the past.  This year our kids border on sweet (key word–border), just don’t fit in, and just… need.”…

Mums the Word

Well my dears, school started nigh on three weeks ago and I have been… mum. “Seal up your lips and give no words but mum.”  –Bill Shakespeare It’s not that it’s a secret exactly.  It’s just that if you were to ask me how it is going, I would say, “Mmmmm” and then lose track…

Pop Quiz

This caped teacher uses post-it notes like crazy (and prefers the Super-Sticky ones).  They are… super sticky. On Fridays, I give quizzes using said Post-it notes.  They are always on Post-its, always five questions long, and I always give one point for trying and one point for being correct.  Why?  Because my turtle-doves are horrified…

Nesting

Amid the hurley-burley of the new school year each little Lovie shakes out their feathers, stands up on their wobbly legs and knobby knees, and begins to explore their newest nest.   We watch them.  Let them try out their squawks and their chirps.  Let them tear through the day or tiptoe.  Let them push…