Something popped into my head this morning, and I'm not sure why.
Good morning to you! *points*
Good morning to you! *points*
We're all in our places,
with bright smiling faces,
and is the way
to start a new day!
We actually had to recite this every morning in first grade, as a class.
I'm not sure if, were I to become a teacher, I'd make my students do that.
Fast forward to tenth grade in sophomore Honors Geometry. The teacher was Mr. Brooks, and there was no sing-song routine. That was his first year teaching at our school, and it was particularly easy to ruffle his feathers.
He was always calling us "people" when we screwed around. "Peeeeeeee-puhl! Settle!" I'm sure he was thinking of more colorful language.
One day, being the mild-mannered young man that I was, I passed a note around the class with specific instructions.
Collaborating as a group more efficiently than ever before, the entire class quietly removed a sheet of loose-leaf notebook paper while Mr. Brooks prattled on about the hypotenuse or some similar geometry-related drivel.
When the second-hand on the wall clock struck 10:13, the entire class, in unison, tore their sheets of paper in half. The combined sound was tremendous.
Mr. Brooks whirled around, dropping his chalk in the process. He looked perplexed and nervous. We acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Slowly, he turned back to the chalkboard, and began again. At 10:15, we acted in unison once again, all crumpling our paper into a ball. Again, a simple sound magnified by 30 people, and Mr. Brooks jumped.
"Peeeeeee-puhl!" he bellowed, not sure at what or whom he should direct the admonishment, knowing only that
something nefarious was going on.
When the clock hit 10:18, the coup de grace of our synchronized rebellion was delivered. The class noisily stood up, paper-balls in hand. Again, Mr. Brooks whirled around, displaying a heightened level of concern. As a group, we walked forward towards him, turned, and discarded our paper balls in the trash can at the front of the room as Mr. Brooks backed into a corner.
Several months later, he confided that he thought we might be marching forward to pick him up and hoist him out the window, and wasn't sure if he should yell or run.
Evil, evil students we were.
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As for current events:
Monday was
shopping with Erica and Bradley. We hit up the mall, got the requisite pretzel and Dippin' Dots, and took the photo-booth picture I posted earlier.
The rest of the week has been
work and school, work and school. Yesterday morning I worked with Kel-bel, who I don't see nearly enough these days. Since it was so cold, we made hot chocolate and listened to Christmas music. Nothing like a little Sinatra, Crosby, and Nat King Cole to start your day off.
That's all, folks.
