Saturday, August 22, 2015
My Happiness Zone
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
The Dating Game
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single teacher in possession of good students must be in want of a husband. (Paraphrase Jane Austen).
The first week of school is always a little slow as kids catch up with each other and with what has happened to their teachers during the summer. As some of you know, there is a a group of my students that I fondly refer to as the Ms. Rounds Manhunt Society. Well, today the tenth grade chapter decided it was time for a meeting in my second period class.
In the middle of impromptu speeches about what happened this summer and one girl telling how she had broke up with one boyfriend and promptly picked up another, I hear a voice asking, " Ms Rounds have you found a man yet?"
I almost had time to give my normal reply of "you know I don't need another pet" before I start hearing discussion of my lack of a husband and students questioning why would you ask that. So instead I told the class that several members of the Society were in the room.
The conversation continues as follows:
Student 1: I found you a new guy that I'm going to set you up with.
Student 2: Who is it.
1: Billy Goat. (No. Really, this is the real name!)
2. Oh, you'll like him. He's nice.
Me: Seriously? His name is Billy Goat.
1: It's his nick name.
Me: (incredulously) Billy Goat? OMG.
Chorus of He's awesome. He's really cute. You'll like him. ( It seems several people in my class know Mr. Goat)
Me: (Looking very perplexed) Guys, really. This getting out of control.
1: You should let us set you up. He's got a really nice house, and drives a Corvette.
Me: (because they know I love fast cars) Hmmm....a Corvette. Tell me more.
Everyone laughs.
1: I know you just saying that to be funny, but you know we are going to find you a man.
Bell rings. Yeah! I'm saved from the Manhunt Society by the bell.
1 and 2 on the way out the door. Maybe we should set her up with.........
And so it continues........
Sunday, August 16, 2015
The Day Before
It's the day before school starts, and the doubts are rolling in like the ocean waves I wish I was standing in today. Did I get everything ready? Do I have enough planned for the week? Am I really ready for this?
I am sitting here thinking about the list of things to print in the morning. My class rosters, the sign up form for the office, and myriad other things that teachers have to do. It will all get done, but if it doesn't will they know? Of course not.
Tomorrow, they will be in a world of what changed this year? Who's new today? Talking to friends that have only been a text for three long months. Absorbed in the business of being teenagers, they will just be excited to be back.
I am going to enjoy watching the ebb and flow of chaos settle into the routine of learning. The dance of the teenage hormones that is highlighted by makeups and breakups will play out to the tune of crying on my shoulder or anger in my classroom or elation that the special someone finally asked me out. The I can't do this; I got my phone out because I was finished; and my reminding them from across the room that the only reason one smiles at one's glowing lap is because the phone is out.
The madness of 150 teenagers a day is about to erupt into my life again, and if I said I dread it, I would be lying to you. Bring on the groans because we are reading Shakespeare today, the I can't think of anything to writes, and the he said he doesn't love me anymores (as if ninth graders know about love). I am ready for it all. It's time to bring the Timberwolves back.