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.
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Saturday, May 28, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
May 5th, 2011 (Week 2)
Teacher Cadet is cancelled next year.
Miss Q took a spelling test with the awkward turtles and failed to spell addend right, but teacher cadet was cancelled next year.
At lunch they called out for Miss Rrrr. Mr. Willard came to eat with us. Miss Q played the games on the backs of the milk cartons with Fate. ("You can't be crashin' through walls to get through the maze!")But Teacher Cadet was cancelled next year.
At one point, Miss Q might have tried to explain that Teacher Cadet was cancelled next year. As I was still there, and they didn't see how it affected them, they shrugged.
Beancurd was so silly today. The combination of Zefron, Uniqua, The Brit and Skinny Jeanz made a funny table. But as the little flutes played during Music and the teacher threatened to throw Beancurd out for the second time, Miss Q wondered exactly what where she would be.
Mr. German put it this way. "Do you want to be a teacher or hang out with the people in Teacher Cadet?" I wanted both.
"I always liked doing the independent thing. The people in groups can be whiny." he added, as if thinking back to some program he went through.
Hmm.
Mr. German's optimism was appreciated. But I can't put an estimate on the strength I get from seeing other Teacher Cadets. It's almost as if I felt I was competent and capable at teaching simply because Lady Finch or some Cadet insisted or told me I was. I will miss this.
Although I don't make a clear comparison, I consider myself the least deserving or entitled to a Teacher Cadet class. But because I took chemistry last year, I know when it's worthy to pursue something, even if you don't aren't immediately good at it. To me, that's something to be proud of.
Miss Q took a spelling test with the awkward turtles and failed to spell addend right, but teacher cadet was cancelled next year.
At lunch they called out for Miss Rrrr. Mr. Willard came to eat with us. Miss Q played the games on the backs of the milk cartons with Fate. ("You can't be crashin' through walls to get through the maze!")But Teacher Cadet was cancelled next year.
At one point, Miss Q might have tried to explain that Teacher Cadet was cancelled next year. As I was still there, and they didn't see how it affected them, they shrugged.
Beancurd was so silly today. The combination of Zefron, Uniqua, The Brit and Skinny Jeanz made a funny table. But as the little flutes played during Music and the teacher threatened to throw Beancurd out for the second time, Miss Q wondered exactly what where she would be.
Mr. German put it this way. "Do you want to be a teacher or hang out with the people in Teacher Cadet?" I wanted both.
"I always liked doing the independent thing. The people in groups can be whiny." he added, as if thinking back to some program he went through.
Hmm.
Mr. German's optimism was appreciated. But I can't put an estimate on the strength I get from seeing other Teacher Cadets. It's almost as if I felt I was competent and capable at teaching simply because Lady Finch or some Cadet insisted or told me I was. I will miss this.
Although I don't make a clear comparison, I consider myself the least deserving or entitled to a Teacher Cadet class. But because I took chemistry last year, I know when it's worthy to pursue something, even if you don't aren't immediately good at it. To me, that's something to be proud of.
May 4th, 2011 (Week 2)
May 4th, 2011
Today, Arbear did her lesson on blogging and the half hearted results. As planned, in the beginning we had a community building ice breaker. We each had to speak one minute about the person to the left of us. Ms. Finn was fierce in her selection, making sure to put Miss Q by the person she knew the least about. Almost all of us stumbled for words.
'We don't really know each other, so we can't judge each other', explained Arbear after the Icebreaker. I agreed.
Because I know and trust Arbear, not only do I not have a problem with her leadership, but some of her trademark bluntness washes over me. Over the past few days, she had explained to me the blogging system and exactly what she wanted everyone to get out of todays lesson, so I largely kept quiet.
As we got into the heat of the debate on the blogs, Ms. Finn was determined with her message.
Arbear's side can best be summed up like this: We are the ones that need to change. Not the standards.
Not all of us were convinced. There wasn't really a comfortable middle view. Especially since there seemed to be a dividing line between those with complaints and those who were content.
This is what I think:
There are many many reasons that we have for not completing all of our Teacher Cadet assignments. Many of us knew, when we got memo, which ones we may not have been able to do. But did we do our best, even knowing that, like we would in our other classes?
Because we didn't, without coming close to returning the energy and or humble determination that Arbear and Stewart did in creating the new blogging system, I'm going to have to say I agree with Arbear
Today, Arbear did her lesson on blogging and the half hearted results. As planned, in the beginning we had a community building ice breaker. We each had to speak one minute about the person to the left of us. Ms. Finn was fierce in her selection, making sure to put Miss Q by the person she knew the least about. Almost all of us stumbled for words.
'We don't really know each other, so we can't judge each other', explained Arbear after the Icebreaker. I agreed.
Because I know and trust Arbear, not only do I not have a problem with her leadership, but some of her trademark bluntness washes over me. Over the past few days, she had explained to me the blogging system and exactly what she wanted everyone to get out of todays lesson, so I largely kept quiet.
As we got into the heat of the debate on the blogs, Ms. Finn was determined with her message.
Arbear's side can best be summed up like this: We are the ones that need to change. Not the standards.
Not all of us were convinced. There wasn't really a comfortable middle view. Especially since there seemed to be a dividing line between those with complaints and those who were content.
This is what I think:
There are many many reasons that we have for not completing all of our Teacher Cadet assignments. Many of us knew, when we got memo, which ones we may not have been able to do. But did we do our best, even knowing that, like we would in our other classes?
Because we didn't, without coming close to returning the energy and or humble determination that Arbear and Stewart did in creating the new blogging system, I'm going to have to say I agree with Arbear
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.
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