Paper on plagiarism.

A paper is due on Monday on the how tos "not" or the don'ts of plagiariasm.

Someone said this week, it isn't my fault the paper is lost. I think my proofreader should re write it for me and then I will copy down what she wrote. It is only fair.

Irony?

When the adv. grade is a 50%

Ok so gave my first test. I tried my hardest to make it like the power point presentation and the worksheet. I thought about what I wanted to test them on. Wrote a test, then a worksheet, then the power point. I was really proud of myself for thinking so well and hard on the state standards and the objectives I wanted them to reach.

Then I started grading

and kid

after kid

only made about a 50%.

It so can't me, can it? Did they study? I made the vocab multiple choice/true false. I made questions that were word for word from the worksheet. I wrote the same scenarios that I had on the worksheet but I changed the details and made up 4 of them instead of three.

Really, where did I go wrong?

It is a rhetorical question.

Day two of the back to school special

I have ended the second day of school with much sastisfaction, a little sadness, a pinch of worry and a thankful heart for a small town.

I am sastisfied that I have scared some of the freshmen- not for long I know. Too many things in the classroom make me laugh. So, I will strive to emulate Mrs. Borg as much as is suitable. She is a great teacher and those kids who don't get her will be at a disadvantage. I am also glad Orinda Herring is here. She is beginning to be a good friend. I like her alot and I can see she is a teacher. She has it in her blood. She is good. I can't wait to see the veteran she grows to be.

My sadness comes from prying my baby off my arm every morning into the capabale hands of Mrs.H. I never got to be with the others; I didn't see them cry and once they were old enought to do it, they had a routine of going. But it is killing me with Kelsey. She has not slept well in a week. I feel like it is our fault for having poor money management skills. I wish every morning that I was home with the kids, the cows, the crazy horses, goats, my jammies, and things instead.

My worry is for the kids at the bus stop. I can't ahve them get on at our house. 1 they would ahve to walk 1/4 a mile. 2 they would have to wait for 30 minutes after I leave. I find the bus stop as close to the baby's sitter as possible and hope for the best. I worry they will worry and run to the HS. But that is the beauty of SJ. If they did, so what? I could take them or someone else would or my mom would be driving by. I just hope that crazy carnie ( from a few years ago) doesn't have cousin who will eat little kids.

I never was jealous of stay at home moms until this year. I thrived on my dual roll. I like change aned just when I would be sick of one thing, I could get to do the other. But this year, I have to discipline my mind to find the good in going to work.

It is the worst in the morning and the afternoons, during the day, I can still be ok with teaching. I am grateful that my hubby has a good job, I am grateful that I still have a job, i am grateful for thw two sweet girls who are my aids, I am grateful for 3:25 in the afternoon, I am grateful for the blessing I received that said that I will be helped to find a way to manage my home and job.

Epidemic

I think I caught Marci Ashton's bug.

Sigh.


Contagious.


I wonder when I will be well?

First days back to school

Keys to room? check.

New hair? check

New ideas for the year? check.


cleaned class room, hung posters, made copies, seating charts, arranged desks, set out baskets, set up computer, found students, ate pot luck, talked with old friends and new ones, revamped lessons, added new lessons, wrote asssingments on board, cleaned board, recycling in place, set thermostat,put up bulletin board, checked schedule, wrote class times on the board,

NEED AN AID...

Played the rocky song "Dunt........ dunt, dunt, dunt" I've got my gloves on...

Good-bye for now pool mom Scarbrough, and SHAM mom.
Hello MS. Scarbrough, English teacher.

New Year, bring it on! I'm ready for the kids! Waiting for a great year.

Milking to the very END

Today is the end.

The end of surfing the net at leisure.


The end of lazy days at the pool; wide legged jumps from the high dive.


The end of 9:00 breafasts.


THe end of watching the baby grow each minute.

The end of forgetting to clean up until 4 pm.

Also the end of fist fights, argeuements chashing cows, running tedious hubby do...

I want to stay home this year. THE END

You could pay ME the big Bucks

I have mentioned the baby's hand. See below if you have not read it. First of all DR. Travis Heap is the bomb. In a era when every one of us is pushed to do more duties for same or less money in our jobs, people tend to shut down and do only what they have to. And I don't blame them. But once in a while when you need them people go the extra mile and don't say "that isn't my job" I feel that way about Travis Heap today. I think he took part of his lunch hour to see the baby. And a Route 44 coke from Sonic was not payment enough.

I had wrapped it like an unoffical pro, her hand had extra padding around the blister area. He said I did fine. (yea me!) I can't keep her from crawling or biting it. I can do my best to keep her comfy and clean and free from infection. He checked it out and pronounced it ok for now. As ok as a burn on a baby can get.

So a trip to RV, a stop for drinks at Sonic (really Trav only a coke with 1 million drink combo choice??? I can never never decide and have to get a new one each time) the baby will heal in her own due time. I should get paid the big bucks to be a dr. But don't ask me to give you shots.

Pics to follow.