Rating: CNS
I'm having more computer issues at work. I truly think the computer is taking by background which says "I have Issues" personally. It did it again today! I was almost done typing a test review, I turned to assist someone who came into the office, and then my computer said, and I quote, "Blomp!" (in a musical sort of cross between exasperation and laughing at me) and popped up an error message that said something to the effect of "HA! and you thought you were almost done!" Actually the error message said something about a problem with a disk. That's when I began yelling and saying things like, "You stupid idiot, of course there's a problem with the disk--you're reading from the stinking hard drive!" At which point it threw up its figurative hands and informed me that if that was the way I was going to be, it would just close. Fortunately for me, but not for my students, I sort of saved the test review. Of course when I got to class with the worksheet, I was informed (sorry, Mrs. Mills) that there was a mistake in this part and that part. I then did what any decent person would have done: I blamed the computer. I hope nobody tells the computer--who knows what it might do to me tomorrow when I edit the test!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday the 13th on the 16th, or, Is it a Full Moon Already?
Rating: NSS
What was in the water on Friday? What a crazy day! It started with a hunt for a substitute teacher. After getting the 11th “no”, we begged, stole, and borrowed a teacher from the preschool. (If you want to be added to our sub list, just give me a call, I’ll put you on it!)
The 2nd graders were going on a field trip and one forgot his lunch, so I kindly begged the lunch lady to make a sack lunch for me. The minute I delivered it, I was informed (sorry for the passive again, Mrs. Mills) that another kid forgot his lunch, so I spent a couple more hours off and on trying to rectify that.
I am exasperated with my computer. It keeps looking for some sort of network connection that doesn’t exactly exist, so it’ll do vexing things like telling me it has an error reading from the file, it’s sorry, it must close. Only it won’t do that at convenient points; it will do it only when I’m in a hurry and almost done making changes to the test, of which I hadn’t clicked save yet; consequently, it makes me start all over. I think it just likes to see me cry. Or maybe it’s offended by my “I have issues” background and thinks it’s a personal affront to its computing abilities.
To top off the day, the 4th grade teacher calls from 4th grade camp telling me a kid has a snake bite (don’t worry, he’s okay, it wasn’t a poisonous snake), and the 1st grade teacher calls from the zoo saying that they’re all okay. They were locked down in one of the buildings for a while because the zoo had a bomb threat. The teacher had wanted to inform me that everything was copasetic in case a panicked parent phoned. Thanks.
Oh! I won’t even mention the other incident. Let’s just suffice it to say, please don’t take your cell phone in the bathroom with you!
There was a funny one that happened, however. Apparently kindergarteners tend to be very proud of their boo-boos. One little girl had scraped her elbow on the cement and was wearing her three band-aids very proudly. Two of the bandages had blue squares and she kept her sleeve rolled up and her elbow prominently sticking out for all to see. It was very funny in a cute, 5-year-old sort of way.
All I can say is what a day!
What was in the water on Friday? What a crazy day! It started with a hunt for a substitute teacher. After getting the 11th “no”, we begged, stole, and borrowed a teacher from the preschool. (If you want to be added to our sub list, just give me a call, I’ll put you on it!)
The 2nd graders were going on a field trip and one forgot his lunch, so I kindly begged the lunch lady to make a sack lunch for me. The minute I delivered it, I was informed (sorry for the passive again, Mrs. Mills) that another kid forgot his lunch, so I spent a couple more hours off and on trying to rectify that.
I am exasperated with my computer. It keeps looking for some sort of network connection that doesn’t exactly exist, so it’ll do vexing things like telling me it has an error reading from the file, it’s sorry, it must close. Only it won’t do that at convenient points; it will do it only when I’m in a hurry and almost done making changes to the test, of which I hadn’t clicked save yet; consequently, it makes me start all over. I think it just likes to see me cry. Or maybe it’s offended by my “I have issues” background and thinks it’s a personal affront to its computing abilities.
To top off the day, the 4th grade teacher calls from 4th grade camp telling me a kid has a snake bite (don’t worry, he’s okay, it wasn’t a poisonous snake), and the 1st grade teacher calls from the zoo saying that they’re all okay. They were locked down in one of the buildings for a while because the zoo had a bomb threat. The teacher had wanted to inform me that everything was copasetic in case a panicked parent phoned. Thanks.
Oh! I won’t even mention the other incident. Let’s just suffice it to say, please don’t take your cell phone in the bathroom with you!
There was a funny one that happened, however. Apparently kindergarteners tend to be very proud of their boo-boos. One little girl had scraped her elbow on the cement and was wearing her three band-aids very proudly. Two of the bandages had blue squares and she kept her sleeve rolled up and her elbow prominently sticking out for all to see. It was very funny in a cute, 5-year-old sort of way.
All I can say is what a day!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Things Misunderstood
Rating:CNS
So apparently the 5th grade student doing his work has never seen his uncle’s cats names in print. He said he liked playing with Takilla, Calua, and Yager. I hope he doesn’t know the cat’s names are properly spelled Tequila, Kahlua, and Jager or at least what their namesakes are!
So apparently the 5th grade student doing his work has never seen his uncle’s cats names in print. He said he liked playing with Takilla, Calua, and Yager. I hope he doesn’t know the cat’s names are properly spelled Tequila, Kahlua, and Jager or at least what their namesakes are!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Field Trip
What a fun field trip we had today! I don't think I've had a field trip this fun since I took my American Lit class to the Mongolian Barbecue--I mean the James J. Hill House.
We attended chapel at the seminary, took a tour (thanks to really cool tour guide Sam), climbed Luther Tower (see picture), ate lunch in Forest Park, and wandered around the art museum. Free pens and Monet--what could be better?
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Cake Season Opener
Rating: NSS
When we lived in the city of Amablu, there was the peculiar season which I dubbed “cake season”. (If you have read or heard this phrase from a certain free-lance Minnesota writer, I coined the term; she informed me that she was going to use it.) The season opener for cake season was confirmation Sunday, where we would go from open house to open house and consume copious amounts of confirmation cake, usually one from the local grocery store. After about 3-4 such parties, we would give up on the cake—one can take only so much of the same frosting which, after a couple of pieces tends to taste mostly like sugar blended with Crisco. It was rare the house which served anything else, although I still fondly remember the family which had no cake but several flavors of four-layer delight (crust, cream cheese/Cool Whip, pudding, more Cool Whip)!
Cake season would continue through the round of high school graduations and wrap up at the final wedding of the summer. Sometimes it would begin early or end late due to a baptismal dinner or a wedding after summer. It got to the point where after cake season I would be yearning for pie.
Now we have neither high schoolers nor confirmands who would invite us to their open houses--although we’ve found the open house tradition, at least in the case of confirmation, is tapering off. Cake season in the land of Tilt-a-Whirl began last weekend, and the home opener is tomorrow. I may celebrate next weekend, depending, and the next chance might be the end of the month with 8th grade graduation. For now, I guess I’ll have some carrot sticks and save my calories for some bedding foam with sugary Crisco, or as we like to call it, grocery store cake.
When we lived in the city of Amablu, there was the peculiar season which I dubbed “cake season”. (If you have read or heard this phrase from a certain free-lance Minnesota writer, I coined the term; she informed me that she was going to use it.) The season opener for cake season was confirmation Sunday, where we would go from open house to open house and consume copious amounts of confirmation cake, usually one from the local grocery store. After about 3-4 such parties, we would give up on the cake—one can take only so much of the same frosting which, after a couple of pieces tends to taste mostly like sugar blended with Crisco. It was rare the house which served anything else, although I still fondly remember the family which had no cake but several flavors of four-layer delight (crust, cream cheese/Cool Whip, pudding, more Cool Whip)!
Cake season would continue through the round of high school graduations and wrap up at the final wedding of the summer. Sometimes it would begin early or end late due to a baptismal dinner or a wedding after summer. It got to the point where after cake season I would be yearning for pie.
Now we have neither high schoolers nor confirmands who would invite us to their open houses--although we’ve found the open house tradition, at least in the case of confirmation, is tapering off. Cake season in the land of Tilt-a-Whirl began last weekend, and the home opener is tomorrow. I may celebrate next weekend, depending, and the next chance might be the end of the month with 8th grade graduation. For now, I guess I’ll have some carrot sticks and save my calories for some bedding foam with sugary Crisco, or as we like to call it, grocery store cake.
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