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.”…
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…
M: (walks up to the my desk and whispers) May I go see an Egyptian Cat? Of course I sent her to the loo forthwith.
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…
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…
It is the first weekend after the first two days of school. This caped teacher has been trying to mix in some good downtime, some quilting time, and some cleaning time in with her working time. As can be expected, though, all of my newest little cherubs are swirling around in my head. There are…
Subject line of an email I received this week: Last Chance to register for Gang Violence Have decided not to register for this professional development opportunity. I feel that, perhaps, I do not need to include gang violence in my repertoire of talents.
Here it is, the first official Teacher Work Day of the 2010-2011 school year. Two days until the kidlets come stompin’ in the door. How does this happen so quickly? What happened to the Summer? Why didn’t I get all of that planning done? And, while I’m at it, why are there no size “B”…
Oh my faithful readers! Uh… reader. I have found the perfect item with which to refresh our inspiration to teach and carry on with our amazing lives! Actual receipt seen with actual eyes of an actual caped friend. Slow Death, it seems, is much cheaper than one might think right off the bat. Of course…
I sat here, thinking it was time to write summat inspiring*. I Googled it: I sifted through the quotes and the cartoons and the jokes. Now I’m depressed. They were either sickly sweet and made me gag, or were negative and whiny. The few that weren’t were kind of stretching it. I briefly considered posting…
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