Last night I saw a documentary on Tom Hanks. They, of course, showed a brief clip of Forrest Gump. I love that movie and have seen it many times. One of my favorite parts is when Foreest meets Bubba and Bubba tells Forrest all about how to prepare shrimp. The list continues through several scenes.
One might think that this is a funny but unrealistic exchange. I am not certain. Imagine, if you can, asking me what I've been doing at work lately.
"I teach about rocks. I talk about rocks six times a day. I've developed a graphic organizer that includes the formation of each type of rock, including subclassifications and examples. My students have read about rocks, answered rock questions, drawn rock posters, played rock Bingo, completed a rock wordsearch, done a rock crossword, and sung a rock song to the tune of Row, Row, Row Your Boat. We watched a rock video about space aliens coming millions of miles to Earth to study rocks. I made my students test rock streak and rock hardness, and had them hunt for rock crystallization. They wrote descriptions of rocks and my best class got to write the rock test."
Next week we're studying dirt.
Run, Forrest, run!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I Missed Black Friday and Christmas Isn't Coming
Something's wrong. I got off to a different start to the Christmas season and now I'm totally discombobulated. Here's the way it's supposed to go. I get up in the wee hours Friday morning. I shop until it's time to go to Gamer Thanksgiving. On Saturday I put up the tree and decorate the house. We eat leftovers and watch a Christmas movie. Sunday I wrap all the presents and run out to the store for anything I may have forgotten. Done.
This year, a week later, not so done. Okay, let's say I'm barely started. The tree is up and the house is decorated, more or less. Well, less because I decided it's time to eliminate garlanding the stairs and hanging Christmas banners from the balcony. BP toyed with not putting up the village, but he reasoned that if he doesn't do it this year, then next year he won't do it because he already didn't do it last year. Got it?
I have done almost no shopping. I have lists from the girls. They are sitting next to me making imaginary noises. They are whispering that Christmas shopping cannot be done while blogging, grading papers, or reading a book. I tried shopping online, but I only accomplished two items. Then I spent an hour buying two sweaters for myself, but that's a fiasco for another time. So today it is my ambition to write a master shopping list and schedule time to execute it. Since it is Sunday and I don't have anything truly pressing to do, I might even hit a few stores today. Or not. I guess it would be unacceptable to just save the job for next Black Friday.
This year, a week later, not so done. Okay, let's say I'm barely started. The tree is up and the house is decorated, more or less. Well, less because I decided it's time to eliminate garlanding the stairs and hanging Christmas banners from the balcony. BP toyed with not putting up the village, but he reasoned that if he doesn't do it this year, then next year he won't do it because he already didn't do it last year. Got it?
I have done almost no shopping. I have lists from the girls. They are sitting next to me making imaginary noises. They are whispering that Christmas shopping cannot be done while blogging, grading papers, or reading a book. I tried shopping online, but I only accomplished two items. Then I spent an hour buying two sweaters for myself, but that's a fiasco for another time. So today it is my ambition to write a master shopping list and schedule time to execute it. Since it is Sunday and I don't have anything truly pressing to do, I might even hit a few stores today. Or not. I guess it would be unacceptable to just save the job for next Black Friday.
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