The best day ever
Feb. 6th, 2004 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heiligekuhYesterday, every child under the age of 17 was evil. Pure manic, evil. I'm sure of it. Some massive, cosmic level Buffy-esque spell that plauged the entire nation. Check out the LJ's of any teacher and you'll read much the same story, and that's only some small percentage of what I'm sure is a near pandemic of shittiness.
Today is well on the way to being the best day ever.
I'm in my pajamas. (Photos to come when I dump the camera at home). Slippers, socks, reindeer flannel pants, sweatshirt, bathrobe, silly hat.
We ran 4 simultaneous 6 player tables of Texas Hold-Em in Pre-Algebra.
Geometry is using the clinometers today, so we get to roam around campus with homemade insturments and paper rulers from Ikea, measuring the heights of random objects. They're actually using trig in a way that seems almost useful. Half the kids are taking their clinometers home to play with over the weekend.
I, it should be reitterated, was wandering around ina bathrobe through that entire excercise.
5th is another Geometry class and even though they're normally spazzy, we should be ok with this much focus. Thank god the weather held. 6th is Algebra. They don't get to do anything fun, but the promise of using their headphones during the individual test is proving a remarkabl;y effective carrot.
And, on an even geekier note, I gave out 4 copes of X-Com to various kids yesterday, mainly a group of W40K players. 3 of them have sought me out, before their period, to talk about how much ass it kicks. They were between 3 and 5 the summer it shipped, the summer that almost every gamer lost weeks and weeks to hunting those little alien fuckers with their generic sound effects. God.
This is a good fucking day.
But I really feel like I could just curl up and nap for a few hours. I mean, I'm already in my pajamas.
Today is well on the way to being the best day ever.
I'm in my pajamas. (Photos to come when I dump the camera at home). Slippers, socks, reindeer flannel pants, sweatshirt, bathrobe, silly hat.
We ran 4 simultaneous 6 player tables of Texas Hold-Em in Pre-Algebra.
Geometry is using the clinometers today, so we get to roam around campus with homemade insturments and paper rulers from Ikea, measuring the heights of random objects. They're actually using trig in a way that seems almost useful. Half the kids are taking their clinometers home to play with over the weekend.
I, it should be reitterated, was wandering around ina bathrobe through that entire excercise.
5th is another Geometry class and even though they're normally spazzy, we should be ok with this much focus. Thank god the weather held. 6th is Algebra. They don't get to do anything fun, but the promise of using their headphones during the individual test is proving a remarkabl;y effective carrot.
And, on an even geekier note, I gave out 4 copes of X-Com to various kids yesterday, mainly a group of W40K players. 3 of them have sought me out, before their period, to talk about how much ass it kicks. They were between 3 and 5 the summer it shipped, the summer that almost every gamer lost weeks and weeks to hunting those little alien fuckers with their generic sound effects. God.
This is a good fucking day.
But I really feel like I could just curl up and nap for a few hours. I mean, I'm already in my pajamas.
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Date: 2004-02-06 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-07 01:56 am (UTC)However, it wasnt followed up by the great day you have had. Mine day was just regular- I dont have after school program on Fridays.
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Date: 2004-02-08 06:09 am (UTC)i can win most of the time. i can out-petulant, out-sass, out-diss...but they wore me down on Thursday, so that I was obviously upset, and using low voice that almost shook.
sad, really.
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Date: 2004-02-09 12:17 am (UTC)Man, I wish MY teachers would come to school in pajamas. (Mental Image Forms) . . . or maybe not.
-Iason