The other day I was writing down my students' oral answers to history questions for them to copy. A few of them started to complain that they couldn't see and I started to get frustrated. Where was their patience?? (Where was mine?).
But then one of my boys said, "I wish you had really long stretchy arms so you could write on the board and be out of the way at the same time." (So they do realize the impossibility of me writing on the board and not being "in the way").
I replied, "Unfortunately I'm not one of the Incredibles."
And then another boy said, "Yes you are!" and clapped his hand over his mouth.
I thanked him and laughed. Does he have a crush on me?? Oh well, now I'm a Super!
Saturday, October 22, 2005
lost in the details
Ok so I know this blog is supposed to help prevent this, but I've been lost in the details for the past few weeks. Or at least that's my excuse for not blogging for so long.
Anyway, I've been doing fall things, like cooking hearty dishes, switching my closet to reflect the weather, sitting and sipping warm beveridges.
One of these hearty dishes made me feel like a pioneer woman or a farmer or something. I made pumpkin soup from the pumpkin I got on our trip to the "farm". And the stock was stuff I'd made myself from chicken bones saved from chickens roasted weeks ago. I think the only ingredient I purchased was an onion! So, why a farmer/pioneer woman? Well, the whole idea of making something from nothing and using all the parts of something to create food. See, the chicken bones were used as were the pumpkin seeds (for a nice alternative to croutons).
On another fall topic, why is it that every year when I go through my closet and drawers, I get rid of 1-2 bags of clothing that I don't wear anymore or that I shouldn't wear anymore because it's stained or holey? And then I always feel like I have nothing to wear. I don't get it. Do the junky clothes multiply when I'm not looking? Or do the nice ones magically transform into junk after they enter my drawers? One of life's mysteries.
Anyway, I've been doing fall things, like cooking hearty dishes, switching my closet to reflect the weather, sitting and sipping warm beveridges.
One of these hearty dishes made me feel like a pioneer woman or a farmer or something. I made pumpkin soup from the pumpkin I got on our trip to the "farm". And the stock was stuff I'd made myself from chicken bones saved from chickens roasted weeks ago. I think the only ingredient I purchased was an onion! So, why a farmer/pioneer woman? Well, the whole idea of making something from nothing and using all the parts of something to create food. See, the chicken bones were used as were the pumpkin seeds (for a nice alternative to croutons).
On another fall topic, why is it that every year when I go through my closet and drawers, I get rid of 1-2 bags of clothing that I don't wear anymore or that I shouldn't wear anymore because it's stained or holey? And then I always feel like I have nothing to wear. I don't get it. Do the junky clothes multiply when I'm not looking? Or do the nice ones magically transform into junk after they enter my drawers? One of life's mysteries.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I'm such a big nerd!
Last night, I came home from dinner and was going through the mail. Then, I started jumping around my apartment with glee because the Dahesh Museum is hosting an Iliad marathon reading in which the audience takes turns reading and they feed you Greek food & wine. I begged R. to give it to me for my birthday (months away) and my friend is going to do it too. In case it's not obvious, the nerdly part is that I'm still excited about it today and I can't wait to tell my students about it.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Just a regular week
Except that I was sick with a cold for about half of it. I would come home, sleep on the couch for a while, feed the cat, sleep some more, feed myself, grade papers and go to bed. But I guess that helped because I'm better. And now I haven't blogged for over a week.
It was just a regular week, although I took the kids to the Met. It was fun showing them all the pottery and jewelry and they were pretty good about not getting freaked out by the naked statues. I think they missed the nudity on some of the Olympic amphoras. I'm hoping.
Anyway, it was neat watching them engrossed in drawing things from the various cases and labeling and comparing drawings with each other. I always get a kick out of how easily they get to work--they seem so mature! One or two wanted to stay longer and couldn't believe it when I said we'd been there for an hour. Of course, I had one sour-puss who said he thought it was a waste of time but that he was glad we had missed reading. Great. But later I heard him say he loved history which was a big step because he so often shares what he hates.
My sister says I need more picture. Guess I have to dig out the camera or post old pictures of the cat.
It was just a regular week, although I took the kids to the Met. It was fun showing them all the pottery and jewelry and they were pretty good about not getting freaked out by the naked statues. I think they missed the nudity on some of the Olympic amphoras. I'm hoping.
Anyway, it was neat watching them engrossed in drawing things from the various cases and labeling and comparing drawings with each other. I always get a kick out of how easily they get to work--they seem so mature! One or two wanted to stay longer and couldn't believe it when I said we'd been there for an hour. Of course, I had one sour-puss who said he thought it was a waste of time but that he was glad we had missed reading. Great. But later I heard him say he loved history which was a big step because he so often shares what he hates.
My sister says I need more picture. Guess I have to dig out the camera or post old pictures of the cat.
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