Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Awesome Kids
I love my job. This is an example of what I get to enjoy on a daily basis. I had my students analyze the questions they missed on their last module test. This is the explaination I received: "the raisen that we missed this qestin because we didn't think!" That is hysterical! No matter who you are!
In honor of Red Ribbion Week, we are dressing up every day. I have been in head to toe camo, had crazy hair, wore red, and tomorrow, I am wearing my husbands old football jersey. It is "Team up Against Drugs" day. My students will think I am the coolest wearing a real Cyclone jersey. However Friday is fifties day, and that is my favorite. Another tradition is the pumpkin decorating contest. We replicated Melissa Hermann from rotten teeth. Here is the book:
Here is our pumpkin:
And here are our rotten teeth:
I am anxious to see who wins. There is some stiff competition this year...
In other news, our puppy, Mason, lost his manhood yesterday. However, he is back to his old, rowdy self tonight...
Parent/Teacher conferences are this upcoming Monday. The first ones are always interesting. So much to prepare for!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
State Fair
I was so excited to come home from a hard day of teaching yesterday. I had visions of a nice dinner with my husband followed up by cuddling on the couch with a movie. However, we ended up going to the Arkansas State Fair with two of our good friends, Brad and Katie. It was.... well... fun, yet scary.
First, the fairgrounds are located in a frightening part of town. We passed up the dark alley parking spots, and opted to park in someones yard with a porch light. At the fair, there was an interesting mix of cowboys, gangsters, teeny boppers, carnies, and families. I even saw a cowboy, complete with boots and a pig, with two lip piercings! What did they all have in common?? They all spent waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much money to enjoy a fun night at the fair. However, I must say the corndogs, funnel cake, and fried oreoes were worth every penny!
Bran and I didn't ride any rides. Armbands were $22! Crazy! We walked around, me clutching his arm tighting. We visited the enormous pigs and all the cattle barns. My favorite part was watching all of the characters around me. I couldn't help but wonder what their stories were. We found out that most of the employees were from South Africa. I loved listening to their accents as they tried to persaude us to pay $10 to play an impossible game. How does someone come from South Africa to Little Rock, AR to work at a fair?? I wish I could've sat down and talked to one of them.
I became very aware last night of my extremely sheltered life. I have been so blessed to grow up in a loving home with God-fearing parents. Last night, I witnessed an extremely drunk father, embarrassing his two children, while the drunk mother laughed at his "witty" jokes. He could barely keep his beer in his cup. I have never even been around people who act like that. Some may call me a prude, I prefer to look at it like God has had his hand over me. I would not change any of my upbringing if I could. So, mom, dad, if you are reading this, THANK YOU!
First, the fairgrounds are located in a frightening part of town. We passed up the dark alley parking spots, and opted to park in someones yard with a porch light. At the fair, there was an interesting mix of cowboys, gangsters, teeny boppers, carnies, and families. I even saw a cowboy, complete with boots and a pig, with two lip piercings! What did they all have in common?? They all spent waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much money to enjoy a fun night at the fair. However, I must say the corndogs, funnel cake, and fried oreoes were worth every penny!
Bran and I didn't ride any rides. Armbands were $22! Crazy! We walked around, me clutching his arm tighting. We visited the enormous pigs and all the cattle barns. My favorite part was watching all of the characters around me. I couldn't help but wonder what their stories were. We found out that most of the employees were from South Africa. I loved listening to their accents as they tried to persaude us to pay $10 to play an impossible game. How does someone come from South Africa to Little Rock, AR to work at a fair?? I wish I could've sat down and talked to one of them.
I became very aware last night of my extremely sheltered life. I have been so blessed to grow up in a loving home with God-fearing parents. Last night, I witnessed an extremely drunk father, embarrassing his two children, while the drunk mother laughed at his "witty" jokes. He could barely keep his beer in his cup. I have never even been around people who act like that. Some may call me a prude, I prefer to look at it like God has had his hand over me. I would not change any of my upbringing if I could. So, mom, dad, if you are reading this, THANK YOU!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Look Mom!
So I have caved to the world of blogging. This could get interesting... Hopefully I will look back on these entries and remember "the good ol' days". I am sure they will be comical in a few years from now.
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