I love my new IPOD. I was originally opposed to it. I honestly didn’t see the value. . . but um, I’m in love! LOVE,’”"” I tell you! And now that I’ve figured out how to work I tunes, ooooohhh, I’m so in LOVE. I’m not much of a music lover and I after going to a party tonight where there was Karaoke, I realized how out of touch I am musically. But I went to the library and got some books on tape. (I promise I’ll be deleting after I listen to them and I won’t be sharing—so don’t turn me in to the po-po) And it made me love my IPOD even more! Do you know I’ll be able to pack away my laptop when I travel in a few weeks? Just this itty-bitty little thing and I’m entertained for over 60 hours.
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The first batch of songs were awesome. The kids really got into them. They aren’t fancy, but shows they understood the objectives. When I met Miss CF for lunch yesterday, I show them to her. She suggested I talk to Principal, get media releases and post them to the school website because they were so cute or at least to my school blog. If I get permission, I’ll post the link here for people to view.
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My mother told me today that people from the South are storytellers. She said, “you are definitely a storyteller.”
“How so? ” I asked
“Because every time you tell me about something, you tell me the long version. When all I really want to know is the point.” So here is a story that I loved telling this weekend.
On Friday, I passed out progress reports. Yeah, they got midterm reports—but you know things change. The point was to let students know where they stood and to spend the weekend making up their work. So, this student, lets call him “Cutter” had not been my class in a few weeks. I give his progress report.
Cutter: Miss A, this progress report is wrong.
Me: What do you mean? You haven’t been here, so I have no work to report. That’s your grade.
Cutter: The grade is wrong, you can’t give me less than a 59.
Me, smiling: Where did you get that information?
Cutter, with “swag”: I know everything that goes on around this school. And I know you teachers can’t give us less than a 59. I probably knew it before you did. So this grade is wrong.
Me: We’ll this is your grade before the 59 that you’ll see on your report. This is grade your earned.
Cutter: I want my 59.
I crack up laughing. He knows what grade he should get. It doesn’t matter the grade he earned. He doesn’t want to see that at all. Because the reality is he gets a 59. And he wants his 59 and he will get it.
When I told this story to my mother, she thought it was funny. I laughed all day thinking about it. He probably did know it before I did. This kid is so bright and I love how his mind works.
In the words of Mrs. D:
“Squirrels
Gotta love ‘em”