There was a 1st grade Book Musuem in the gym that day. I remember seeing Mr. Willard hanging out in there. Which explains then why he had to have P.E outside and ended up changing into a fresh shirt for fourth period.
These details are important because I'll go back and read these and remember the framework of that day.
Dubby asked me to accompany him to get his lunchbox. I did.
I listened to Dubby talk about his knowledge of computers and his love for WoW (World of Warcraft). Even though I knew there would be some not so great side effects from all the violent video games and less-than-kid-friendly information available on the internet, I encouraged his interest in computers.
Miss Q wants to become more expert at computers because education should be up to date with technology. Nowadays kids learn by having things in their hands and pushing buttons.
Dubby told me about how he could hack into websites at school, defeat different monsters, and anything else he could think of. He's a chatty kid. But I enjoy talking to people about things that interest them.
At lunch, Miss Q was entertained by the Boy Band's hysterical discussion on family pets and Mr. Willard's hair. Co-Pilot has a hamster that will bite your face off, but he wants gerbils. Dubby never quite ran out of "one-time" accounts of his hamsters. Zefron and Boo seemed to do nothing but laugh and make clever jokes about each other. Memphis, sitting across from them at the end was almost completely silent but Miss Q was glad he enjoyed their company.
Showing posts with label Dubby. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 28, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Monday May 2nd, 2011
Miss Q's birthday is in 22 days. That just came to mind.
Miss Q's thoughts are constantly changing. The low level of anxiety that sometimes attended her was gone today. Maybe this was a result of all the hoping, praying, and thinking she'd done this weekend that took her mind off herself.
Zefron returned. Everyone was here except for one boy, the one that Miss Q had thought about all weekend. Memphis had ten days of suspension to serve. But I'll tell you everything Miss Q goes through for and with him later.
At lunch, Miss Q struggled to make Dubby see the seriousness of his rudeness to Mook. However, Mook, who's ego was already bruised began to try to annoy Co-Pilot and Dubby back. Miss Q has learned that this is Mook's way of putting up a shell to protect his feelings. If I can be obnoxious, than I don't have to let you know that you hurt my feelings.
But since I'm thinking about it now, should Miss Q tell him that? If Miss Q talked about it to Dubby, would that make him understand? With kids, sometimes it doesn't hurt to go beneath the surface. We'll see. Finally Miss Q asked him to finish telling her about the World of Warcraft game. Again, his eyes lit up.
Listening, someone might see the connection between the violence and raw nature of his video games and the mean-spirited nature of his insults toward Mook and play with Co-Pilot ("Let go of his arm"). But changing the topic got him off focus from his clash with Mook.
For some reason, Miss Q felt a bit tense after that, as if something bad was about to happen. It must have shown because a few times, the turtles looked a bit spooked when they caught her looking at them.
Fate's attitude toward Miss Q was cool today.
"How's the baby sister?"
She stuck her thumb up. Then she asked to move so as to not sit next to "them", meaning the Boy Band.
Once she looked up at me and stared at me for ten straight seconds like a deer caught in the headlights. Honestly, I didn't mean to stare. But I did wonder what was up with her.
Today, we got to go to gym to see Mr. Willard. Jailbreak is a favorite. He and Miss Q both agreed that the awkward turtles made up the best and most interesting class. Leading by example and with of competitive nudging, Miss Q was able to get everybody to aim for Mr. Willard on the other side. By arguing playfully with Beancurd over who would hit Stew first, Beancurd pegged him out twice. It was a lovely game.
Beancurd drove me crazy on while the class were waiting on the steps listening to directions. He seems to talk compulsively, but at the same time we still have a relationship. In the reading corner, there's a little beach chair. Today, the boy got stuck when the chair caved in on him and Miss Q had to help him out. It was so funny to see him trying to look innocent after I looked back to see if he would do it again on purpose.
Miss Q's thoughts are constantly changing. The low level of anxiety that sometimes attended her was gone today. Maybe this was a result of all the hoping, praying, and thinking she'd done this weekend that took her mind off herself.
Zefron returned. Everyone was here except for one boy, the one that Miss Q had thought about all weekend. Memphis had ten days of suspension to serve. But I'll tell you everything Miss Q goes through for and with him later.
At lunch, Miss Q struggled to make Dubby see the seriousness of his rudeness to Mook. However, Mook, who's ego was already bruised began to try to annoy Co-Pilot and Dubby back. Miss Q has learned that this is Mook's way of putting up a shell to protect his feelings. If I can be obnoxious, than I don't have to let you know that you hurt my feelings.
But since I'm thinking about it now, should Miss Q tell him that? If Miss Q talked about it to Dubby, would that make him understand? With kids, sometimes it doesn't hurt to go beneath the surface. We'll see. Finally Miss Q asked him to finish telling her about the World of Warcraft game. Again, his eyes lit up.
Listening, someone might see the connection between the violence and raw nature of his video games and the mean-spirited nature of his insults toward Mook and play with Co-Pilot ("Let go of his arm"). But changing the topic got him off focus from his clash with Mook.
For some reason, Miss Q felt a bit tense after that, as if something bad was about to happen. It must have shown because a few times, the turtles looked a bit spooked when they caught her looking at them.
Fate's attitude toward Miss Q was cool today.
"How's the baby sister?"
She stuck her thumb up. Then she asked to move so as to not sit next to "them", meaning the Boy Band.
Once she looked up at me and stared at me for ten straight seconds like a deer caught in the headlights. Honestly, I didn't mean to stare. But I did wonder what was up with her.
Today, we got to go to gym to see Mr. Willard. Jailbreak is a favorite. He and Miss Q both agreed that the awkward turtles made up the best and most interesting class. Leading by example and with of competitive nudging, Miss Q was able to get everybody to aim for Mr. Willard on the other side. By arguing playfully with Beancurd over who would hit Stew first, Beancurd pegged him out twice. It was a lovely game.
Beancurd drove me crazy on while the class were waiting on the steps listening to directions. He seems to talk compulsively, but at the same time we still have a relationship. In the reading corner, there's a little beach chair. Today, the boy got stuck when the chair caved in on him and Miss Q had to help him out. It was so funny to see him trying to look innocent after I looked back to see if he would do it again on purpose.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Los Intereses
Dubby is interested in video games. World of Warcraft. Miss Q listened closely as he described his favorite games. But let me back up.
Zefron still hasn't come back. Because of this, there was a unique change in the boy band. Boo (who now speaks to me easy as anything) was a bit bored.
"Can I go make fun of my cousin? She's right over there." Miss Q thought it over.
"I wonder if it's against the Elementary Handbook..."
"That's ok. I'll tease her on the bus."
Dubby took the opportunity to monopolize the conversation. He even was incredible rude to Mook (Dubby doesn't think much of him). But today Miss Q settled for just briefly pointing out his rudeness. And Dubby settled for a sheepish, "Sorry Miss Q". But not sorry about his treatment of Mook and Co-Pilot. Co-Pilot and Dubby are buddies, so now I feel like calling people morons and stuff has become something normal. He almost doesn't think about it.
The reason Miss Q didn't focus on this was because she was learning so much about Dubby. Video games were what made his eyes light up, if maybe not improving his politeness. Violent and complicated ones, too. Not saying I'm jumping with joy, but how interesting. I mean that that was his interest and how much he enjoyed telling Miss Q. Miss Q plans to use this relational time for the future, for when she fully addresses his rudeness.
Fruitbat is interested in comics and owning her own bakery. I imagine she would love being involved with the drama department in my school. At recess we entertained each other by singing any commercial jingle we could come up with.
"At a goodnight sleepstore/ The Rest... It's Up To You!!"
On the way to recess, again, I slowed down to watch the smaller set play for a bit.
"Get off me Malfoy!"
This time they were playing Harry Potter. Hmm. Young as they were. Miss Q talked to Fruitbat about the games she used to play when she was little. She was glad to hear that Fruitbat also had these sort of games with her cousin.
Freakazoid, The Brit, Idaho, Fruitbat, Nala and Miss Q all chattered comfortably near the swings. The way Nala looks at and talks to Miss Q is like the others, but she's looking for more.
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
"Your earrings must be heavy."
"Do you like that t.v show?
It means something to her, to find someone like Miss Q who is like her but is also someone she wants to be like.
Nala's dad taught her to salsa. Miss Q loved that. Miss Q has been wanting to learn for a while now. I swear, these kids are so interesting.
But speaking of interests, there are many things I'd love to learn how to do. And all of them are things that can help me with teaching. I love to do hair. I'm fascinated with it. I love the Gospel and the theology of it. I'm fascinated with that. I love Spanish language and culture and music. If I learn how to salsa dance (it's expensive) then who's to say I can't start a club at the school where I teach and provide free lessons?
I went to a school pep rally today. Music and dancing can do a lot to bring unity to a school, a classroom, Miss Q and some awkward turtles on the swing set. Letting someone touch your hair is a bond. Nala is partial to a fishtail in her hair without being demanding of it. Spanish is becoming the country's second most common language. (Spanish and not French, sillies.)
Nowadays you can learn how to do just about anything using the internet. I'm also interested in computers. The Misses Q always talks about how teachers should use more technology in the classroom. So I'm planning on a computer programming class. I hope all of these things will help me become a better teacher.
In order to be successful, kids need to develop their interests. So I wonder, what is Memphis interested in besides fighting, Eminem, and bein 'raised by the streets?' Is there even anyone at home listening who cares?
Fatherlessness is an interest of mine.
It occured to me that there are always people around me who point out every opportunity available. Oh, you want to work in the medical field? Here's a volunteer program? Here's a program that lets you go to Guatemala for two weeks. Here's a program that helps you create video games for money. Here's this. Here's that. This is how I grew up. I'm especially greatful that I had this in middle school, because otherwise it's like a wasteland where there's nothing to do but gossip or be picked on because there's nothing to do. Because of these people in my life, I've learned to go out and find things. But anyway, that's my new goal.
Become that person who knows where opportunities are. Because some children frankly don't have relationships the adults who know about these kinds of things. Think about it. It's usually the good kids who that adults naturally mention all the great programs, scholarships, and career paths to. And the ones that need structure the most end up with nothing to do and short shrift from the rest of society as a result. What were up against are children who don't have anyone at home listening to any of their interests. These kids are fending for themselves.
Zefron still hasn't come back. Because of this, there was a unique change in the boy band. Boo (who now speaks to me easy as anything) was a bit bored.
"Can I go make fun of my cousin? She's right over there." Miss Q thought it over.
"I wonder if it's against the Elementary Handbook..."
"That's ok. I'll tease her on the bus."
Dubby took the opportunity to monopolize the conversation. He even was incredible rude to Mook (Dubby doesn't think much of him). But today Miss Q settled for just briefly pointing out his rudeness. And Dubby settled for a sheepish, "Sorry Miss Q". But not sorry about his treatment of Mook and Co-Pilot. Co-Pilot and Dubby are buddies, so now I feel like calling people morons and stuff has become something normal. He almost doesn't think about it.
The reason Miss Q didn't focus on this was because she was learning so much about Dubby. Video games were what made his eyes light up, if maybe not improving his politeness. Violent and complicated ones, too. Not saying I'm jumping with joy, but how interesting. I mean that that was his interest and how much he enjoyed telling Miss Q. Miss Q plans to use this relational time for the future, for when she fully addresses his rudeness.
Fruitbat is interested in comics and owning her own bakery. I imagine she would love being involved with the drama department in my school. At recess we entertained each other by singing any commercial jingle we could come up with.
"At a goodnight sleepstore/ The Rest... It's Up To You!!"
On the way to recess, again, I slowed down to watch the smaller set play for a bit.
"Get off me Malfoy!"
This time they were playing Harry Potter. Hmm. Young as they were. Miss Q talked to Fruitbat about the games she used to play when she was little. She was glad to hear that Fruitbat also had these sort of games with her cousin.
Freakazoid, The Brit, Idaho, Fruitbat, Nala and Miss Q all chattered comfortably near the swings. The way Nala looks at and talks to Miss Q is like the others, but she's looking for more.
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
"Your earrings must be heavy."
"Do you like that t.v show?
It means something to her, to find someone like Miss Q who is like her but is also someone she wants to be like.
Nala's dad taught her to salsa. Miss Q loved that. Miss Q has been wanting to learn for a while now. I swear, these kids are so interesting.
But speaking of interests, there are many things I'd love to learn how to do. And all of them are things that can help me with teaching. I love to do hair. I'm fascinated with it. I love the Gospel and the theology of it. I'm fascinated with that. I love Spanish language and culture and music. If I learn how to salsa dance (it's expensive) then who's to say I can't start a club at the school where I teach and provide free lessons?
I went to a school pep rally today. Music and dancing can do a lot to bring unity to a school, a classroom, Miss Q and some awkward turtles on the swing set. Letting someone touch your hair is a bond. Nala is partial to a fishtail in her hair without being demanding of it. Spanish is becoming the country's second most common language. (Spanish and not French, sillies.)
Nowadays you can learn how to do just about anything using the internet. I'm also interested in computers. The Misses Q always talks about how teachers should use more technology in the classroom. So I'm planning on a computer programming class. I hope all of these things will help me become a better teacher.
In order to be successful, kids need to develop their interests. So I wonder, what is Memphis interested in besides fighting, Eminem, and bein 'raised by the streets?' Is there even anyone at home listening who cares?
Fatherlessness is an interest of mine.
It occured to me that there are always people around me who point out every opportunity available. Oh, you want to work in the medical field? Here's a volunteer program? Here's a program that lets you go to Guatemala for two weeks. Here's a program that helps you create video games for money. Here's this. Here's that. This is how I grew up. I'm especially greatful that I had this in middle school, because otherwise it's like a wasteland where there's nothing to do but gossip or be picked on because there's nothing to do. Because of these people in my life, I've learned to go out and find things. But anyway, that's my new goal.
Become that person who knows where opportunities are. Because some children frankly don't have relationships the adults who know about these kinds of things. Think about it. It's usually the good kids who that adults naturally mention all the great programs, scholarships, and career paths to. And the ones that need structure the most end up with nothing to do and short shrift from the rest of society as a result. What were up against are children who don't have anyone at home listening to any of their interests. These kids are fending for themselves.
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