I don't think I have the ability to be clever during this post. Being around young minds all day has the tendency to completely drain me- mind, body and spirit. It's odd to me that I'm a teacher. I don't feel all that far removed from high school myself, yet these students and their actions remind me that I am getting old.
The few cool points I earned with my freshman class came with their discovery of my Napoleon calendar. I bribe my middle school class with candy and fair tickets to gain not only their attention, but their affection. It's weird. I don't necessarily want to be the "cool teacher," but I do want the students to like me. At the same time, it is disruptive to let them use the restroom during class or do other things to make them happy. When I was in high school, I got pissed at teachers who wouldn't let you go to the restroom during class. Now I understand why. That makes me sad, because it makes me feel old.
I told the middle school class that I would play their music in class if they brought music that was appropriate. A kid brought in a Snoop Dog cd. I give him points for being old school. However, as you might imagine, the song was all about getting high and drinking. I refused to play it in class. Does that make me a prude? They said another teacher had allowed them to play it in class. I guess she's cooler than me.
Anyway, that's about all I can think of right now. I would like to post a funny story but I'm just too worn out. I feel kind of like Deb Down. I'm looking forward to a weekend in Fayetteville with the Davies! Wish the bride and groom of 2007 could be there.
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It would be fun to be at the game, but Jenny and I will be kicking it here in A2 with 5 (count'em 5) other Arkansas alums, cheering on the hogs in a local sports bar.
Although our crowd will be roughly 10,000 times smaller than the one acutally attending the game, we will be no less spirited.
I start teaching a week from today...I wonder if my kids will try and get me to play Snoop Dogg?
You really know how to make a girl feel better Davie. It's weird not to call you Capshaw. I decided pretty quickly though that if I really care what these kids think about me, I would be a crappy teacher. So, I'm going to prude it up!
How in the world did you guys find FIVE other alums? Go HOGS!
There's one alum that is a PhD student here at Michigan in economics who I knew at Arkansas. Plus my old roomie and his new wife (both alums), who are coming over for the weekend from Chicago. Finally, one of my roomie's groomsman and his wife (also both alums) just moved to A2 to start graduate programs in physics and music.
We're thinking about starting an alumni chapter, as long as it doesn't require any work.
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