Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Dream Days

I recently gave my English class a writing prompt that asked them to describe their dream day. A few samples, unedited. Keep in mind this is a journal and we edit selected entries later, as a proofing exercise.

8:00 am: Sleep
9:00 am : sleep
10:00 am: eat cocopufs and play Runescape
11:00 am play Runescape
12:00 pm: sleep

8:00 am: Have pancakes at IHOP
9:00 am: shopping
10:00 am: shopping
11:00 am: shopping
all the way to
9:00 pm: shopping

my favorite?
8:00 am: brekfast in bed
9:00 am: watch my older sister cleen my room.
10:00 am: watch my younger sister pick up the dog poop. (Normally his chore.)
11:00 am: Watch Sponge bob
12:00 pm: play basketball
1:00 pm: eet lunch
2:00 pm: play basketball
3:00 pm: wach Mrs. A do my homework. (yep, that's me.)
4:00 pm: change my grades to As
5:00 pm: eet dinner at Steve's (a local pizzeria)
6:00 pm: Go on a date with Hillary Duff.
7:00 pm: go on a date with ashly simpson.
8:00 pm: ride motocross with cry hrt. (I have no idea who that is.)
9:00 pm: Stay up all night!

My aide and I laughed until we cried at that one. Of all my students, he was the one who really took the assignment to heart. No repetetive activities. Just a dream day. I loved it and with his permission,read it to the class as an example of what the assignment should look like. He got a little grief, (mostly from me) about the dates, but he's an eighth grader and girls are looking pretty good right now.

Then my class asked me what my dream day would look like. Interesting. I've never had a class turn that prompt around on me like that. This is what I shared...

8:00 am Shower, dress, walk into a sparkling clean kitchen and breakfast made for me.
9:00 am yoga class (pre-natal, of course.)
10:00 am walk my dog along the river.
11:00 am Coffee and scones with my best friend
12:00 pm shopping spree at Pottery Barn and Crate and Barrel.
1:00 pm Lunch with my mom.
2:00 pm massage (pre-natal, of course) That would be where one of the kids asked if a regular massage would make the baby pop out. BWAAAAHAHAHAHA
3:00 pm hair and nails done.
4:00 pm fabulous new outfit delivered
5:00 pm dinner and play with my husband.
8:00 pm bed. Another student asked if I really went to bed at 8:00. I replied truthfully, "Yes, after my husband wakes me up from being asleep on the couch since after dinner. "

The student replied, "No wonder it takes you so long to get stuff graded."

What's your dream day? I've decided to make at least part of mine come true, once a month. Maybe just the coffee and scones part with my best friend. Maybe just the getting my nails done. But one thing, every month. I encourage you to do the same.

Monday, April 03, 2006

A non-teaching, non-child, non-spouse rant

You know what I hate? People who whine about the weather. Needless to say, I'm getting pretty irritated these days.

Any Northern California resident reading this understands what I'm talking about. It seems like it has been raining non-stop for ages. And yes, I'd love to see some sun too. But I'm not goin to moan and groan about it. Put on your galoshes, button up your rain coat and get on with it! Come on folks, it's not like we're living in, I don't know...Texas? New Orleans? Mississippi?

Now Mom, I know we just talked about the weather and no, this isn't directed at you. See, Mom is a sun bunny. The mo' hotta, the mo' betta for her. If it dips below 80, she's chilled. I get her complaints because she truly suffers in the cold. Plus, she listens to me complain about pregnancy and never once says, " actually signed up for this. Quit whining." Well, just that once.

Everyone else in the Nor- cal area needs to get a grip. Rain is NOT news. Not until it's destroyed something.

I will smack the next person who says to me, "When will this rain stop?"

Unless it's my mom. 'Cause she hits back.