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Friday, December 5, 2008

Marty, the Moonster!

Believe it or not, some children are downright mean to other children and have little or no respect for anyone nor anything, much less their parents and teachers. This particular individual could lie out both sides of his mouth coming and going. I had a reading group at the back of the classroom and took a group of about 8-10 individuals reading on the same level every 30 minutes. During this time, the other class members would stay at their seats working on sentences, story-writing, or spelling... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Cha-Cho's knife fight!

Let me update you on the setting and the school. First of all with the changes in education and judges mandating teachers be switched about to meet percentages of racial representatives in classrooms, I found myself in an inner-city school with a highly mixed racial strata, but with very poor parenting in many cases. The school I had been transferred to was Mount Auburn Elementary School. It had grades 1 through 7 in one building and a few portable classrooms. I had been assigned to take up... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

An adult with a surprise parental interest in school!

This may sound far fetched, but is actuaolly a true and very vivid account of what happened in a matter of 4 days of class teaching 5 grade math to the same group. One day I presented a new way of doing long division to the class. Next, I taught the lesson in Spanish to those who claimed they could not understand English. While in the process of wrapping up the lesson two of the girls got into a fight in the classroom. As I never really knew who started it but witnessed that two finished the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Another tale of public school teaching!

First Grade October, 1967 in Whitewright, TX. I was working as a Title 4 teacher for Grayson County schools and it was my first year to teach following college. I had worked 6 months as a ward clerk in a local hospital up until I was hired to teach in Whitewright under Title 4 as a government teacher. I was supposed to work as an art teacher. It turned out that I had to work with severelly retarded children for about 3 hours a day. After that, I taught art on a rotating schedule to grades 1-8 on... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 31, 2008

True tales of from Mount Auburn School

On a normal day in 1970 something I was teaching 5th grade mathematics first thing in the morning. Class was going as usual with kids messing with their pencils and playing a game they called pencil break in chich they tried to bread their pencils daily so they would have nothing to write with. One 11 year old kept messing with something in her mouth. She was at the back of the room and I could not see what she was messing with from the front of the classroo. Suddenly she looked in total shock... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 27, 2008

Children do not know what they want. They cna't.

children from age 0-8 do not necessarily know what they want. OFten I see moms in the grocery store asking their child if they want x, y, or z for dinner or for a toy or so. Basically they have not lived long enough to really know what is best for them and they do not know what they want. There is an answer to thhis predicament. How to have peace and give choices to your children without being run into debt and /or wasting your money, time, food, and other things. The first thing you must... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Stormy Night Blowing!

The sun went down Behind a large bank of cloud. The sky grew darker, Twas the end of day. We sat watching TV. It became late night As the wind picked up. Then it began to blow! It soon grew still and wind Began to whir real loud The storm began to blow Large splats of rain pounded down real loud. Every thing grew darker The clouds clashed loud Into thunder bolts in clouds The silence interrupted With great claps of thunder And lightning in the night. My cat snuggled closer. Our warm bodies... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 7, 2008

Little Squirrel in the Street

Little squirrel in the street How dare someone drive you down and turn you into a cold squirrel pizza Without a sign of life You were in my yard this morning How come you strayed this far away? Some cold dastard deed committed By some driven "I'm so important and in a hurry....I've got some place to go!" But the driver didn't have time to see What a clean cut sweet squirrel you could be. You laughed and played in my yard You chased your squirrel friends all day. Now the only warmth left in you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 18, 2008

This Can't Be!

At the end of May things were fine, Then to miss the cat, I fell and nearly got blind This can't be! Blood and skin and oh my Gosh I've got to keep on and make it to the doc'. On the way there on the 23rd of May My car front axle suddenly did broke And it slung me part way up a tree with the brakes locking up and the seat belt too Bruised but not quite broken ouch This Can't Be. Two weeks passed bruises still there Scar on my eye and my breast was bruised and still hurtin' Oh my gosh the can't... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 8, 2008

A New Day Rises

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A New Day Rises

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A New Day Rises

A pale yello-gray sky streaks across the sky as yet another hot and hotter day comes to remind us that fall isn't far away. The humidity has decreased and the shadows streak further from the south as our planet shifts its axis to bring in the bright colors of fall This new day arises. I must take care not to miss it. Its the beginning of the end of summer Dry and hot and breezy in the day. Drawing us forward into the future by the second So that we may see ahead the Expected leaves and flowers... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

My Companion Named Jing-Jing

A long tall sleek black cat With beautiful eyes of green. Always sharp and real tuned in To the ever slightest move or sound. She's always cold and now has her own heating pad to curl up on, And once she's warmed up by the Pad she leaps off her chair onto mine to curl up with her blankie between my knees and sleep the evening through. Everywhere I go, she follows me, My protector from all real and imagined foes. And when it becomes bed time Between my knees she again goes Atop a soft blankie red... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Flowers on the Mound

A lone hill stood forlorn There were flowers on a moound Flowers cold and fresh with Hardly anyone around Except for a few folks Under one cold tent And a speaker near the mound Giving words for comfort For those flowers on the mound. I wondered as I passed by What good those flowers did. Were they for the mourners Or the body 'neath the ground? Being of the belief that one Leaves his useless worn out shell And either goes to heaven or to hell, I knew it wasn't for the flowers Nor the body... Sign in to see full entry.

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