1. I get in trouble in student support meetings. I recommend solutions that are weird. For example, while meeting with the parents, teachers and counselors of a very ADHD student that can't remember to do his homework, I suggested that he write notes to himself on his hand. You sort of can't help but look at your own hand several times throughout the day, so this method works wonders for me. I know writing assignments or appointments down in a planner sounds reasonable, but some of us find even this small act of organization challenging. Unfortunately, my supervisor found my comment unprofessional.
Today, I liked the dichotomy of my "palm" notes. And tonight when I got home, I neatly packed a copy of The Iliad for Carla to borrow and a copy of inside A Thug's Heart by Tupac Shakur for Jazmin. So there you go, it works.
2. I found out today that at least SIX of my students are currently pregnant. Two of them are really smart, beautiful girls that have gobs of potential--had gobs of potential. Now neither of them are applying to college. At least they are both seniors. The other four mommies-to-be are freshman. And I find myself wondering just how illegal it would be if I started taking my girls to get birth control on the DL because, obviously, no one else is taking care of this need. Grr.
3. I've started eating lunch at school--in the cafeteria. Close your mouths folks, it's not as bad as it sounds, and today, it got darn palatable. I've been experimenting with lunch line options for the last week. Since I am a vegetarian, I didn't think I had too many options. For example, today I decided to try a monochromatic lunch in the color yellow--tater tots, pears and a banana. I proudly showed my selection at the register, but Lunch Lady was not impressed. She counseled me on the idea of "healthy" eatin'. When I told her about my vegginess, she shook her head at my concerns and told me they had veggie burgers in the back that they would make to order for me. That'll keep me coming back. Plus, I don't think Lunch Lady has figured out that I am a teacher yet, so lunch is a buck fifty, uh, a bone-fiddy. Word.
Coming soon...hipteacher leaves the house and stays out past ten o'clock, and ninth graders teach The Odyssey with hand-puppets and indie tunes.