Yeah... went to the doctor today as per the ER doctor's orders last week (even though the swelling on the nose has gone down and the bruising has faded to the point where it just looks like I have a REALLY heavy hand at putting on makeup... and apparently I have bad aim as well? My left eye has some lovely shades of purple above and below). She checked me out, and then pronounced that she was referring me to a specialist so he could tell me about the surgery I'll need. So I guess I'm going to make an appointment with the specialist and see what he has to say. Utter ridiculousness.
All this because I thought it would be fun to join a kickball league. I'm going back to my safe sport of polo, I think.
mercoledì, agosto 26, 2009
domenica, agosto 16, 2009
Things that I dreamt about last night.
Forgetting my syllabus.
Thinking of a different activity, only to discover there was no overhead projector in the classroom.
Not having my keys to my classroom.
Being transferred to a different school.
Not knowing which classes I was teaching. Asking the department chair (at the new school) which classes I was teaching, only to have him not know either.
Biking to school and almost being run over by cars and students.
Not being able to find my syllabus/worksheets in my classroom as the students arrived.
Not having any of my whiteboard markers work.
Not being able to write "Good Morning" legibly on the board.
Having my classroom be in a house at the top of a steep, gravel hill where there was lots of construction and I feared the jeep I was driving (I know, what?!) would fly backwards and end up in the lake at the bottom (yeah, I really don't know).
This time tomorrow, I'll be in the classroom, trying to convince a whole new group of teenagers that I really do know what I'm doing and that I really do have my shit together. Wish me luck!
Thinking of a different activity, only to discover there was no overhead projector in the classroom.
Not having my keys to my classroom.
Being transferred to a different school.
Not knowing which classes I was teaching. Asking the department chair (at the new school) which classes I was teaching, only to have him not know either.
Biking to school and almost being run over by cars and students.
Not being able to find my syllabus/worksheets in my classroom as the students arrived.
Not having any of my whiteboard markers work.
Not being able to write "Good Morning" legibly on the board.
Having my classroom be in a house at the top of a steep, gravel hill where there was lots of construction and I feared the jeep I was driving (I know, what?!) would fly backwards and end up in the lake at the bottom (yeah, I really don't know).
This time tomorrow, I'll be in the classroom, trying to convince a whole new group of teenagers that I really do know what I'm doing and that I really do have my shit together. Wish me luck!
martedì, agosto 11, 2009
Blogging as procrastinating (who knew?)
Well, its official. Summer is just about over. As of next Monday I will once again be known primarily as Ms. Dove ("you don't look like an Alexandra, you just look like a Ms. Dove") and will once again shape and mold the youth of America (well, a few hundred of them at least).
So what am I doing with my final week? Preparing? Lesson planning? Organizing papers, etc.? Of course not! Instead I'm making a cell phone jail. Yes, that's right. A jail for cell phones. There are very few things that really get under my skin and bother me about my students. 1. homophobic slurs 2. disrespectful attitudes 3. texting in my class. I can't do too much about #1 & 2 (not that I don't dream of large pieces of duct tape and/or the Panopticon ), but I'm taking #3 into my own hands (damnit)! I'm not too certain of the success rate of this proposed cell jail (ha!), only time will tell I suppose. But at least I can procrastinate with slightly less guilt now.
In other unrelated news...
I joined a kickball team this morning. And then realized that Alexandra + sports = not always the best combination. But it should be interesting at least, and I'll probably acquire some more entertaining stories of how my lack of coordination led to me falling down in front of a large group of people as they gasped in horror. Good times.
Contemplating growing out my bangs and/or shaving my head. Thoughts?
This spring I'll be teaching a health class. While I'm not (at all!) stoked to be giving up a history class, I imagine the randomness of such a venture will be worth the extra planning, etc.
Okay, back to my jail construction.
So what am I doing with my final week? Preparing? Lesson planning? Organizing papers, etc.? Of course not! Instead I'm making a cell phone jail. Yes, that's right. A jail for cell phones. There are very few things that really get under my skin and bother me about my students. 1. homophobic slurs 2. disrespectful attitudes 3. texting in my class. I can't do too much about #1 & 2 (not that I don't dream of large pieces of duct tape and/or the Panopticon ), but I'm taking #3 into my own hands (damnit)! I'm not too certain of the success rate of this proposed cell jail (ha!), only time will tell I suppose. But at least I can procrastinate with slightly less guilt now.
In other unrelated news...
I joined a kickball team this morning. And then realized that Alexandra + sports = not always the best combination. But it should be interesting at least, and I'll probably acquire some more entertaining stories of how my lack of coordination led to me falling down in front of a large group of people as they gasped in horror. Good times.
Contemplating growing out my bangs and/or shaving my head. Thoughts?
This spring I'll be teaching a health class. While I'm not (at all!) stoked to be giving up a history class, I imagine the randomness of such a venture will be worth the extra planning, etc.
Okay, back to my jail construction.
mercoledì, luglio 15, 2009
I just don't get it...
Why do people like running?
I'm sorry, but every time I force myself to run (and to be fair, these events are few and far between) I spend the entire time cursing the activity and generally hating life. Supposedly there is such a thing as a "runner's high" (which fyi, if you google, you come up with interesting images), but it's a mystery to me. *sigh*
I'm sorry, but every time I force myself to run (and to be fair, these events are few and far between) I spend the entire time cursing the activity and generally hating life. Supposedly there is such a thing as a "runner's high" (which fyi, if you google, you come up with interesting images), but it's a mystery to me. *sigh*
domenica, maggio 03, 2009
venerdì, novembre 14, 2008
here are some things I did today.
1. Forgot my classroom keys at home. I had to have my coworker use her key to let me into my classroom. Awesome.
2. Tried to make copies of worksheets only to have a) the copier break and b) somehow punch in the wrong number and wrong copy formation so I had too many of one paper and too little of another. Great.
3. Wear my shirt inside out until I noticed in the middle of third period. Fantastic.
4. call several students by the wrong name. Wonderful.
5. Barely make it through the day. But at least its Friday, which means I can go home. Just as soon as my coworker comes to lock my door.
2. Tried to make copies of worksheets only to have a) the copier break and b) somehow punch in the wrong number and wrong copy formation so I had too many of one paper and too little of another. Great.
3. Wear my shirt inside out until I noticed in the middle of third period. Fantastic.
4. call several students by the wrong name. Wonderful.
5. Barely make it through the day. But at least its Friday, which means I can go home. Just as soon as my coworker comes to lock my door.
mercoledì, novembre 12, 2008
semi-indulgent post about grading.
So here I am amidst a scene I am only too familiar with-- sitting atop my bed with papers and books strewn about every surface of my room. Furiously typing away on my computer, feeling slightly frenzied and desperately wishing for coffee.
But here's the difference. The papers, which were once solely mine, are now my students work. I'm no longer surrounded with books for my thesis or classes. Now I have the textbooks I teach from. Instead of drafts of papers that I've written, I have my students' papers. Essays, worksheets, quizzes, maps, homework, classwork. All of which needs to be accounted for. By midnight tonight. I'm down to my last stack--some random late work and one set of exams that need to be graded--so the end is somewhat in sight. I'll finish all this work, return the papers, deal with questions about grades and so on. And then it will happen all again. I'll assign more homework, more projects, more writing assignments, more maps, more bookwork. And it will all start over again. And again. And again.
*sigh*
But here's the difference. The papers, which were once solely mine, are now my students work. I'm no longer surrounded with books for my thesis or classes. Now I have the textbooks I teach from. Instead of drafts of papers that I've written, I have my students' papers. Essays, worksheets, quizzes, maps, homework, classwork. All of which needs to be accounted for. By midnight tonight. I'm down to my last stack--some random late work and one set of exams that need to be graded--so the end is somewhat in sight. I'll finish all this work, return the papers, deal with questions about grades and so on. And then it will happen all again. I'll assign more homework, more projects, more writing assignments, more maps, more bookwork. And it will all start over again. And again. And again.
*sigh*
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