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| Fri, 09-03-2004 - 11:36am |
Well, I've gotten through my first few days back at school and, I have to say, I'm relieved. I wasn't looking forward to it at all, but have been trying to stay positive in my attitude. I still have some real issues about some stuff there...but I'm trying to focus on coping with my classes. They're gonna be tough this year - I have more than my fair share of low ability teens this year and I know it's going to be hard work keeping them in line. But, I can at least say that I've made a decent start...even the class that is going to be the toughest was reasonably okay for me both yesterday and today...I got a full lesson's work out of them without incident. A miracle methinks! LOL!
Anyway, I'll just have to see how it goes over the next few weeks - haven't met all of my classes yet...and they're still in their docile, just-back-to-school mode.
Just thought I'd let y'all know how it went.
Hope your week had ended on a positive note, my friends, and that you have something nice lined up for the weekend.
Love, Loubie


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Well, Thank you for your confidence in me, sister knight.
Hugs,
Sebastian
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I am well Lou... Life's not been torturous this past three weeks with Court in Radford.
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What a great teacher Raye!
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Ya know, Pam, I would have liked being in school with you. Even though I was one of the quiet ones that sat in the front and kept my head in my books, we could have been good friends. I know that doesn't stop us from being good friends now, but you would have been good to learn with/from.
When I was going to school, (high school, that is) I would have had the biggest crush on you and I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on my schoolwork. But all in all, I would have learned a lot more than what the books could have taught me.
Multiple hugs.
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Sebastian
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That's very sweet Gigi!
CL-Nursepam2000 aka
You're welcome, Pam.
Hugs,
Sebastian
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I'm reminded of a class from my freshman year. One of the guys had brought a Playboy to school, and another had it during class. He sat in the back, and most of us knew he had it. Obviously distracted, the teacher soon asked him what he was doing... "nuthin!" So she kept on talking to the class, slowly and casually working her way around the class to where he sat. He had plenty of time to hide the magazine, and she passed him by. Then, like lightning, she turned around and swooped in, pulled open the bottom drawer on his desk, pulled out the magazine, and s-l-o-w-l-y unfolded the centerfold. The class was going wild, I was laughing so hard I fell out of my seat. His face was bright red and that made it all the funnier. She was laughing - and kept the magazine. I really enjoyed her as a teacher, though my interest in that particular subject - English - was minimal.
Cute story about the young man helping you... does wonders for their confidence as well. Ever see the movie "Stand and Deliver?" I *love* that movie, all the more so because it is a true story.
lmao at driving! Max and I discussed that frequently, my driving on the wrong side of the road would not be a good thing, though I have to admit to being a bit concerned about her driving. She shared a few stories along the way, and well, my impression was she is a bit wild behind the wheel. Add in she has less fear than anyone I know, and ayeee. She wanted to buy a motorcycle, and was *not* looking forward to riding on the back! I still have her driving record from Britain, needed it to add her to my insurance. Two speeding violations many years ago. Nothing about accidents, and I know she rolled one along the way.
I really do desire to get there. I've talked about it a bit, but history is a huge passion for me. Not just the usual, but personal history, I love listening to people talk about their lives, their experiences. Britain does carry a lot of the history we learn about in school, and just being anywhere on the island would be significant to me.
I do look forward to surgery, but right now I try not to dwell on it. There are things that must be taken care of, and need to stay focused. It's different than in the past, staying focused with those issues looming in the background was never easy. Now, at least I've transitioned, and I know things are headed towards resolution. A whole lot better than not having any hope.
You are quite free to ramble as well, I love stories!
Enjoy your week...
*hugs* to you and nony!
nelle
Edited 9/5/2004 9:01 pm ET ET by rayeellen
I agree, there are some teachers that don't give a hoot. The good ones leave their mark somehow, the bad ones make you wonder what they were thinking. My second year I had a study hall that was with 200 other students. There were three teachers in there monitoring. One teacher would literally scream "shhhhhhhhhhhudupppppppppp!" It was his first year also, and contrast him with the one I mentioned before. I talked to others who taught with him many years later, and they disliked him. The guy has an ego the size of a house.
Anyway, one day in this study hall, he does his shuddup routine, and this time there is a post between me and him, and he is way to the front, maybe 50 feet away. I don't recall now what I said, but seized the opportunity and yelled something out in response. The whole place cracked up - even his two colleagues. He slinked slowly back, cut across the rows of student... to me, and he said "I know you said that, even if I can't prove it. And sooner or later I will get you." I forget why, but he gave me detention many months later, the last time I ever got in trouble... my last two years my halo glowed!
That was a rough year for me though. I was assigned gym, and hated it. Give me a basketball and I will be happy as a clam, but... there is no way on earth I had any desire to be in a gym full of boys. None. Zero. As a result, I found out it was possible to skip that class. I ended up having two lunch periods, probably skipped 80% of the class, never got caught. Although... another story, rofl!
We would get library passes, and instead of being in study hall would go to the library. The library was rather sizeable, and there were two entrances. The librarian had her desk right by one door. When the bell rang, no one was allowed to move. She would count students and count the library passes until she was sure no one snuck out. Students would sneak out the far doors, and she would catch them. So we would get up, walk out the door right in front of her, and she never said a word, figured we had to have authorisation... no kid would ever sneak out right in front of her, rofl!
One day another person with me was called to the office. They had called him in the library and wasn't there, so... he was now in trouble. Except... raye ellen to the rescue. Before we left the library, the teacher that had saved me from suspension had come in. Because I knew him, we chatted. The other student was with me. So when he was called for not being present... and knowing he saved my butt before, I went to see him, asked if he remembered us in the library... yup. So he vouched for the other student and saved his butt.
ramble ramble ramble...
You would stir the pot? Our Pam? Yup, I believe it! I was not that brave in class. In fact.. spent a lot of time trying desperately to not be visible. I kept my mouth shut. IN high school I did very little work. In college, enough to get by, but... nothing like I'm capable of, not even close. All of that ties directly to gender issues, I tried so hard and worried so much about trying to be seen as "normal" it really siphoned off all my ability. It wasn't until my last two years of school that I was able to push a bit more, not lots, but was more confident. And once I started working, excelled at it, earned two designations that count as graduate work... I look forward to school now, because there will be no more inhibitions. I will make it a point to wear a skirt the first damn day of class and put those demons forever in my past.
I have a feeling you were a lot of fun in class...
I had one professor, who left and went to a small school in Missouri, and sadly in the early 1980's was stunned to see he had committed suicide. This guy left a mark on my soul. I had him for 5 or 6 history classes, and he was *tough*. Yet he was a great guy, and I did well in his classes, even if I was quiet. I was technically a Sociology major, but my Soc advisor drove me crazy. After requesting a transfer of advisors, was given Dr. Keller. The first time I ever saw him, I walked into his office, he asked me to close the door. As I sat down, he opened his top desk drawer, pulled out a doobie, lit it and passed it over. Hellooooooo... ;-) Ah, the '70's...! Anyway, he taught me lots about the history not in texts, that there was a whole other world, that texts only skim the surface, and that they are frequently sanitised. In one class it was a story that stuck with me forever, about Dr. Charles Drew. He always began each semester saying what a student had a right to expect and what they didn't, would mention the "Dr." in front of his name and say it meant he could do research and write really well; it did not mean he was a good teacher. Funny, he was the best.
Keep the stories coming!
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