A written description of me by one of my students.
She is the main idea. She is the leader of the classroom. She is bumpy and she is pretty. She has fur and she knows a lot of stuff.
October 2011
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Steve Jobs (herein referred to as Cavin Jobs), an obituary. By: A student I shall not name.
Cavin Jobs invented the computer, the ipod touch, the ipod, ipad, ipad 2, the iphone. He almost invented all the electrical stuff. He dead last week because he was old. He also invented the movie toy story he did the characters like woody, Buzz, the Dog, the girl with the sheeps, the little neced baby with his hair stand up, the mom, Andy, the baby cousin of Andy. Cavin Jobs help people by computer so people can communicate with other people on the internet, so a other partner of Cavin Jobs invented facebook so people all over the world can communicate ever were even that you are in Mexico, Canada, Cuba, Florida, Hawaii, Plano, Mars, that’s why Cavin jobs help people to know every about computer I phone, ipods, ipads, ipad 2, ipad 3, ipad 4. The facebook was invented so if you have people that you know you can communicate with them. Cavin Jobs dead last week because he was really old.
I have lots of funny student writings, y'all.....
Just so little time to spare to share them.
Let me just tell you what is to come:
1. A student wrote a description of me including the words “bumpy” and “fur.” I must have a distorted view of myself.
2. Another student wrote an obituary of Steve Jobs (who she called Cavin Jobs). She was supposed to be writing about a helpful or harmful invention, but the results were hilarious, nonetheless…..
Oh, and I had my first nervous breakdown of the school year, today! It happened at home, which was good. I always feel better after one of those. I hope to go to work tomorrow and take on the world.
Also, I’m moving in two weeks and I’ve barely packed.
I should stop listing things before I have round 2 of mental exhaustion induced emotional explosion.
Almost forgot… With all that going on, I’ve still managed to find time to date. Whaaaaa?
Thoughts of an Insomniac: "Listen To Your Heart" (new poem) →
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I wote this poem about a realtionship between a deaf and a hearing person, I read a article about couple like this last week and I watched a video on youtube showing a deaf woman hearing for the first time and it made me think. Between the article and the video this is the outcome, I hope…
Civil rights icon Shuttlesworth dies – USATODAY.com →
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You guys are going to think that I always have to be different, but a certain obituary brought tears to my eyes today.
Of course the death of an 89 year old man does not seem like a tragedy, and in fact, the tears I cried were those of joy.
On NPR, they were describing the last public appearance of Reverend Shuttlesworth - at a Barack Obama election party. He was rolled out in a wheel chair, too frail to speak, with a small American flag in his pocket. The announcer said to give credit where it was due. Without this man, as well as other Civil Rights leaders, it wouldn’t have been possible to have a black President in this country.
It brought tears to my eyes thinking that this man had lived to see that reality. We don’t realize very often how recently there was a legal racial divide in the South. Many people still living today were alive during segregation. Not old people. People my parent’s age. That’s unfathomable to me. We think of it as being long ago, but it wasn’t.
Perhaps it was just on my mind more because my students have been reading stories about MLK Jr. in English class. What keeps striking me is the hope people had. When things seemed insurmountable, Civil Rights activists had hope. Fred Shuttlesworth, who faced legal segregation for much of his life, had an American flag in his pocket on the day Obama was elected. He wasn’t treated well by this country, but he didn’t give up on it. He had hope that some day, our country could have a black President as easily as a white one.
I’m so blessed by those people who stood up for what was right, when it was a truly dangerous thing to do. This man faced bombings and jail, but it didn’t keep him for standing up for dignity and respect for all people.
RIP
President Obama will be in my city on Tuesday.
Speaking at the junior college I went to, in fact.
Too bad it’s teachers and students only.
If I were to meet him, I already know what I would ask him:
“President Obama, I’m a 4th grade teacher at a Title I Charter school in Dallas. Many of my students are from poor working families, are first generation American, and speak English as a second language. Under your education proposal to hold teachers more accountable for student standardized test scores, am I to be held accountable for factors working against my students that are beyond my control?”
I think it’s a good question.
You know I'm having a good day when my mom asks me how much beer I've had...
Especially when the answer is none…
