Aw, honey

Sep. 22nd, 2012 11:31 am
checkers65477: (Beach)
Conversation with a student this week:

Me:, if you want to put a reserve on a book, you just write the title and your name here, and we'll let you know when the book is ready for you to pick up.
Student:  *writes*
Student, looks up at me, eyebrow raised: You can read cursive, can't you?

I assured him that not only can I read cursive, I can actually write it, too.

F-list--can you???
checkers65477: (LOL)
A few years ago I posted these two little gems--remarkable letters of apology created by students who were misbehaving in the library.  Every now and then I reread them and smile.

I Hope This Event Does Not Occur Again

Please Heed to This Letter

Today, I received an adorable new apology letter penned by a small boy caught running in the hall.  Sprinting, really.  There were 10 or so of them, and their teacher had them write letters.  Yay!

Carelessly Jumping on the Bandwagon of My Peers )

Sooo sweet.
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Conversation today:

Child: Can I sit in the library and read until the basketball game starts?
Me:  Sure.  Hey wait, is there going to be a parent out there looking for you and wondering where you are?
Child:  Well, maybe my mom.
Me:  Why don't you go tell her where you are?
Child: Nah, it's ok.
Me: Are you sure?  I don't want to take the heat for you with your mom.
Child:  Trust me.  I've been living with my mom long enough to know how to handle her.

HOW IS EVERYONE?????  Sorry I have been MIA.
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Did y'all watch Glee this week--the part where the AV Club president girl sneezes on Principal Figgins, and you see the sneeze in slo-mo?

Well, that sort of happened to me today.


First, I had just bent over to point to something in a student's book, and he went "coughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcough" on me.  I am not kidding. 

Then later, there was a kid who normally is a sweetheart.  He came in to do research with this look on his face, sat down and would not do a single thing.  I asked what was wrong, but he wouldn't talk to me.  I cajoled him into doing a little, and when he came in later to check out a book, I leaned in close and whispered, "so, what was the deal with social studies class?  What was wrong?"  And he replied, "well, I have a REALLY sore throat and I feel terrible."


Also, this today:

child:  *sits and stares at questions he's supposed to be answering*
me:  Ok, time to get to work!
child: *rolls eyes* I'm using my prior knowledge!

Allllllllso, these are pretty hilarious for library school humor:

Library School: Hurts So Good


Library School: Get Swingin'

Happy Thanksgiving, all!  I'm off to make pies!
checkers65477: (Evil)
Peter:  See, this is why some books need footnotes!

*huggles book club*
checkers65477: (library science)
*school receptionist calls on phone*
Receptionist:  Is Ms. N's class in there?
Me:  Yes.
Receptionist:  Could you have her send Chad to the office for a minute?
Me:  Sure.
Me:  Ms. N, where's Chad?  He needs to go the the office.
Ms. N: Bouncing off the walls somewhere.  Chad--you need to go to the office.
Chad: My pill is here!  *bounces off*
Ms. N: Thank you, sweet Jesus.
checkers65477: (LOL)
The seventh graders are researching genetic disorders.

7th Grade girl:
I need to find out the treatment for hemophilia.
7th Grade boy: There's no treatment for colorblindness. That really bums me out because I'm colorblind.
Me: Well, at least it's not life-threatening like some of the other genetic disorders.
7th Grade boy: (hands on hips and giving me a stern look) I'll have you know I almost *failed* kindergarten!
checkers65477: (Jimmy Eat World)
A couple of days ago a small 6th grader came to the library because he couldn't get his computer login to work.  I looked up his login info and told him what he was doing wrong, then we had this conversation:

Me:  Here's the correct login information.  Why don't you go ahead and try it now?
6th grader:  Ok.  *types in login and password info*


Me:  C'mon computer.  C'mon baby.  You can do it.
6th grader:  *studies me for a moment*
6th grader:  C'mon computer.
6th grader:  *getting into it* YEAH!  C'MON!

*computer logs in*

6th Grader:  BOOYEAH!

And he holds his fist out...


Sometimes it's just the smallest things.

Back at it

Aug. 26th, 2009 08:59 pm
checkers65477: (library science)
The start of the school year has been extra rocky because of budget cuts. Huge classes, extra duties, no money for purchases, and--very annoying--hardly any air conditioning. I've been put in charge of the school's technology, which is taking up all my time and I don't like dealing with all the problems. I want to do library stuff.

But now the kids are back and it's better. The book club kids came to say hello and clamor over when the club's going to start up and share what they've read over the summer. And the wittle sixth graders are so adorable. I try to stand in the hall between classes to help direct them and answer questions.

Wittle 6th grader: Is it time to go home yet?
(Answer: No, you have one more class. Sorry.)

Wittle 6th grader, after the dismissal bell: OH HELP DO I HAVE TIME TO GO TO THE BATHROOM BEFORE THE BUSES GET HERE?
(Answer: Yes, don't worry. Plenty of time.)

Very Wittle 6th grader, at the beginning of the very first day of middle school: I have no idea what I'm supposed to do here.
Me: Learn! Become educated!
VW6G: *glare*
Me: Ok, you're supposed to go to your first period class. C'mon, I'll show you.

checkers65477: (WTF Kitty)
I had no idea this bizarre trend was nationwide.   For the past year or so my school's halls have been clogged with kids hugging like they haven't seen one another in years.  The hugs are showy and dramatic.  I don't get it.

checkers65477: (LOL)
Seventh grade classes came to the library today to research festivals celebrated in Asia, Africa and Australia.  I got them started on computers and directed them to certain websites, but told them it was ok to do searching on their own, too. 

After a while I went back to my desk for a minute, checked email, etc, and fired up the monitoring software so I could keep an eye on what they were doing.  Got an eyeful, too.
Read more... )

Their final project is a persuasive letter, written to the principal, explaining why their chosen festival would be an excellent addition to the school's International Day.   :)    Too bad the Hounen matsuri isn't on the list of approved festivals.  That would be one interesting letter.

book club

Mar. 8th, 2009 09:23 pm
checkers65477: (Bad Example)
I haven't mentioned enough times this year how much I love my book club kids. 

Read more... )

At the club meeting we were talking about what we should do between now and the end of the year.  They want to make up fantasy-book-related games and play them.  The suggestions got more and more elaborate and ridiculous until Peter shouted, "I know!  Let's play the Hunger Games!"  I had to convince them that playing a game to the death in the school library is probably not the best idea.  They were pretty enthusiastic, though.

gah II

Jan. 5th, 2009 03:38 pm
checkers65477: (Damn)
This afternoon:

Coworker:  Don't walk down by the cafeteria.
Me:  Why?
Coworker:  Evidently, some kid left his lunch in his locker over the two-week break. 
Me:  Ick, I bet that smells pretty bad.
Coworker:  Oh, that's not all.  When another kid smelled it, he threw up in the hall.  So yeah, don't walk down by the cafeteria if you don't have to.
Me:  *hides under desk*

checkers65477: (When In Trouble)
For the way that my students live now is dangerous--some of them know it, some learn in time.   "In skating over thin ice," Emerson says, "our safety is in our speed."  But sometimes, like it or not, we're slowed down or stopped, and then trouble begins.  Last term, a young woman, an art-history and commerce major in one of my classes, stopped by my office.  She's a marvelous student; I've never taught anyone who could read poetry with much more subtlety and feeling.  She was pale, sleepless; her teeth were chattering softly.  I invited her to sit down and then asked some questions.  "How many course are you taking?"  Five, no six, seven.  "Audits?"  Yes, one.  "A thesis?"  Almost done:  She planned to knock out 40 pages over the weekend, but now her father, whom she clearly adored, was sick, and she'd have to go home and then how could she...

"It's too much," I said.  "What?"  She hadn't heard me exactly.  "What you're doing.  It's too much."  And then came--as it always does when I say these words, or something like them--a feeling of great relief.  Someone with a claim to authority has said that it's OK to be tired, OK to ease up.  OK to rest.  When my students crash on their own, they crash like helicopters dropping straitght out of the sky.  They're often unaware that they're on the verge of trouble.  They're doing what they are supposed to do, what their parents want, with all those courses and the multiple majors, and they haven't got much of any resources to look inside and to see that matters are out of joint--no one has thought to help them acquire those.  Did Byron ever fall apart, victim of his own hunger for speed and space?  If so, he told us little about it.

--Edmundson, Mark.  "Dwelling in Possibliities."  The Chronicle Review.  14 Mar 2008.

The entire article can be found here.

Please, please be careful.  You don't have to do it all.  As this new school year starts, remember to take care of yourselves!
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We finally had our school author visit this week! 

Wow, what a long post.  Feel free to skim. 


Apr. 15th, 2008 09:17 pm
checkers65477: (Disapproves)
Classes have been researching history topics in the library.  One girl is a tough nut, but she worked hard and did everything she was supposed to do.  She was a little behind, though, so yesterday I found her a couple of books to take home and urged her to read over the chapters on her topic.  Today, as she typed, it was obvious she'd read the stuff and had a very good opening to her paper.  I was pleased, because she's easily sidetracked and has a chip on her shoulder a lot of the time and her attitude tends to get in the way, both with adults and with other students.

After she left I realized she'd left her hoodie on the back of her chair.  I cannot describe how dirty it was.   Not old or stained, especially, but FILTHY.

It broke my heart.

Then it made me very, very angry.

Ok, I've never had to work three jobs to make ends meet, or have been on welfare, or addicted to drugs or whatthehellever ( it could be presumptuous and wrong to assume these things, but let's for a moment imagine a bad situation.).  Why can't the adult in her life see to it that she has clean clothes, for God's sake?  If you can't get it to the laundry, put it in the sink and take a bar of soap to it.  Or, teach her how to do that, and make sure she does.  Christ.  It's such a basic thing.

Anyway, it's in the dryer.       
checkers65477: (Seal ring)
The book club met today.  One member is the silliest, most boy-crazy girl I've met in ages.  She doesn't always make it to the meetings but when she does she gets all the guys in an uproar and we never accomplish anything.  She's a nice, smart girl and everyone seems to like her.  Being the center of attention is what she lives for.  She tends to wear rather low-cut tops.

She and some friends are writing a fantasy book.  She asked if she could read the prologue to the group, and of course I said yes.  Well, you can imagine.  It was...yeah.  They put themselves into the book as the main characters and were fighting demons and evil magicians and such.  Very dramatic.  At one point it went like this:

The Maiden Bree:  The evil demon grabbed the shining sword out of my hand.  He cackled, 'I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too!'  (Not verbatim but you get the gist.)  I clutched my bosom and cried out for my friends to help me."
Innocent Seventh Grade Boy:  Wait, wait.  This doesn't make any sense.  I thought the demon couldn't touch the metal of the sword.  That's what you said before. 
The Maiden Bree:  Well, duh, Jay, he touched the hilt.  It was made of jewels.
Innocent Seventh Grade Boy:  Oh, ok.  But why did that make you grab your butt?

*several moments of complete silence*
*everyone looks at The Maiden Bree, then swivels and looks at me, then back at Bree*

The Maiden Bree:
  Um...Jay...your bosom is not your butt.
Innocent Seventh Grade Boy:  It's not?  Well, what is it then?
The Maiden Bree:  *points at her bosom*
Innocent Seventh Grade Boy: *turns red*  ...oh.

*everyone dies laughing*

It was brilliant.  :)
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A few quick things.

I got a $1000 grant from IBM to buy a collection of books for our super-low readers, written on a K-3 grade level.  Yay.  I think they'll be excited to see we have books just for them.

An exciting day yesterday.  I swear I'm not making this up.  First, one of our 7th grade students went into labor.  The receptionist was timing her contractions until the squad came for her.  She didn't have the baby; labor stopped and the principal asked her to please go home and stay there.  13 years old.  :(((((((  Then, a student broke the one mercury thermometer in the school.  He got mercury on him so they had to call the authorities.  Haz Mat people came in their yellow suits to decontaminate.  The kid had mercury on him so they had him change into his gym clothes and took everything, including his underwear.  The teacher is pregnant, so they had to make sure she wasn't contaminated.  Quite the exciting day.  And people wonder why teachers can't seem to just teach.  At least the labor stuff is extremely unusual.  We've never had a student in labor before though there have been a few pregnancies.

I had to go sit in a doctor's office yesterday for a few hours (I told you it was a busy day) and had to face something about myself (only my dysfunctional personality--not a health issue, sorry Willow).  The waiting room was small and packed.  The chairs were uncomfortable.  All I wanted to do was sit and read The Virtu.  There were three conversations going on in the room and I thought I was going to lose my mind.  Seriously, I thought I'd have to go stand in the hall.  I cannot abide small talk between strangers.  Yes, the government sucks and health care sucks and you don't feel good but I just want to read my book.  I am the most antisocial person ever born.  It's a tremendous character flaw but I can't help it.  It was painful, as were the chairs.

I'm off to Ohio tomorrow to visit my family for the weekend and OMG the weather!!  TEN inches of snow are predicted!  Gah!  Must go hunt up boots.
checkers65477: (WTF Orlando)
Being at the beginning of a book challenge, I found this particularly amusing.

The DA

Jan. 23rd, 2008 09:21 pm
checkers65477: (Yay!)
I want to tell everyone in the world about my awesome, awesome, AWESOME school book club.


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