I'm Still Not Dead..But I May Kill Someone
0 Comments Published by Kimmah on Thursday, May 08, 2008 at 7:50 PM.
It was a funky, mystery virus. The bloodwork didn't pick up anything except that I have evidently had parvo in the past---wouldn't you know it? I have had the dog disease. How typical. My blood sugar was really low--64 at around 4 in the afternoon after a full day of eating. I have to keep an eye on that and watch my carbs and such because when I eat them it causes my blood sugar to spike and then drop way too low.
Enough of the boring health shit. Who am I going to kill? Well, there's a fairly long list comprised almost exclusively of senior boys. I cannot wait for this year to be over. I've done it to myself--I've let them play around and we joke and really have a very good relationship as far as teacher-senior goes. But because they are 17/18 and male, they can't self-monitor, so I give a foot or two and they take a frigging mile and a half. I totally lost it today and told them exactly what I thought. I yelled, which I rarely do, and I told them I was tired of them acting like jerks and being rude and most of all talking while I was trying to explain something. It was the quietest the room had been all semester. Of course that made them a bit subdued (to say the least), so I had to really work the room in order to get them back on track. On the plus side, two of them apologized for their mouthiness and we did laugh a lot while they were doing their improv scenes. It's just time for them to graduate. As one of the guys said, I've had them in class for at least an hour and a half a day all school year and 11 of them I've had for three hours a day since January. That is enough to make anyone crazy.
I love my job, but I could never do it if there wasn't a generous summer break.
Enough of the boring health shit. Who am I going to kill? Well, there's a fairly long list comprised almost exclusively of senior boys. I cannot wait for this year to be over. I've done it to myself--I've let them play around and we joke and really have a very good relationship as far as teacher-senior goes. But because they are 17/18 and male, they can't self-monitor, so I give a foot or two and they take a frigging mile and a half. I totally lost it today and told them exactly what I thought. I yelled, which I rarely do, and I told them I was tired of them acting like jerks and being rude and most of all talking while I was trying to explain something. It was the quietest the room had been all semester. Of course that made them a bit subdued (to say the least), so I had to really work the room in order to get them back on track. On the plus side, two of them apologized for their mouthiness and we did laugh a lot while they were doing their improv scenes. It's just time for them to graduate. As one of the guys said, I've had them in class for at least an hour and a half a day all school year and 11 of them I've had for three hours a day since January. That is enough to make anyone crazy.
I love my job, but I could never do it if there wasn't a generous summer break.
Labels: health, teaching, work stuff
Sweet Jesus, if I make it through this year alive it will be a miracle.
I ran in my really high heels today...we were playing Duck, Duck, Goose (don't ask...Tennessee requires physical movement of high schoolers) and I discovered that I can't corner very well in them. Despite all of the potential ways that I could have rendered myself cripple, THAT did not cause my injury.
Changing a light bulb did.
We were putting new bulbs* in some fixtures in the theater. This requires the climbing of a 25 foot ladder, thankyouverymuch. I have never gone more than 12 feet or so up it...I just get queasy when I'm on a ladder, but Isaac didn't know how to change these bulbs and I've never actually done it, either, so I figured that I might as well suck it up and just conquer my fears (as Sam would say) and headed up said ladder to help Isaac figure out how to change the bulb. We'd already done the 1000 watt fixtures. This was a mere 500. Smaller bulb, same mechanism.
The bulbs are halogen, so you can't touch them with your skin--have to have them wrapped in foam. I was about two feet below Isaac on the other side of the ladder making sure he didn't have trouble. As he was putting the bulb in, I said, "Make sure it's turned off." Someone went to the light board to check it, but before they had it off, he put the bulb in.
500 watts + foam=smoke.
He yelled, "Turn it off!" about the time the smoke started billowing out of the socket. He jerked his hand back because he'd been holding the foam, which melted. I was looking up the whole time and the hot, partially melted foam came straight down and landed on my face...the melty part concentrating itself on my eye. Thankfully, it was on the inner corner and up closer to my eyebrow. At first I thought it had burned my entire eyelid.
Picture this if you will: Me, standing on a 25 foot ladder--about 23 feet or so in the air. Wearing 4" wedge heels (yeah, this was a terrible idea and will never be repeated). With smoking hot foam in my face. I? Did not say a curse word. You can rest assured that I thought one, though.
I batted the stupid foam to the floor and Isaac and I both recovered on the ladder before trying to go down. He was insistant that he get the thing put back together before we stopped, so we got it. I held my eye closed the whole time. I told some girls to go get me a 'piece of ice'.
As I was climbing down the ladder, I saw Taylor burst through the door with a sack of ice you could have cooled a keg in. It was quite funny. I took a piece out and made Isaac use it for his thumb. Minor burn, no blister at the time. Hopefully he'll be well.
Foam smells to high heaven when it burns, ftr.
I have a reddish spot on my eye--not bad. It's still uncomfortable, but not painful really. I am just glad I cut my hair...my old bangs would probably have gone up in smoke.
*for theater-types, I know that the bulbs are really called lamps. It's just less confusing this way.
I ran in my really high heels today...we were playing Duck, Duck, Goose (don't ask...Tennessee requires physical movement of high schoolers) and I discovered that I can't corner very well in them. Despite all of the potential ways that I could have rendered myself cripple, THAT did not cause my injury.
Changing a light bulb did.
We were putting new bulbs* in some fixtures in the theater. This requires the climbing of a 25 foot ladder, thankyouverymuch. I have never gone more than 12 feet or so up it...I just get queasy when I'm on a ladder, but Isaac didn't know how to change these bulbs and I've never actually done it, either, so I figured that I might as well suck it up and just conquer my fears (as Sam would say) and headed up said ladder to help Isaac figure out how to change the bulb. We'd already done the 1000 watt fixtures. This was a mere 500. Smaller bulb, same mechanism.
The bulbs are halogen, so you can't touch them with your skin--have to have them wrapped in foam. I was about two feet below Isaac on the other side of the ladder making sure he didn't have trouble. As he was putting the bulb in, I said, "Make sure it's turned off." Someone went to the light board to check it, but before they had it off, he put the bulb in.
500 watts + foam=smoke.
He yelled, "Turn it off!" about the time the smoke started billowing out of the socket. He jerked his hand back because he'd been holding the foam, which melted. I was looking up the whole time and the hot, partially melted foam came straight down and landed on my face...the melty part concentrating itself on my eye. Thankfully, it was on the inner corner and up closer to my eyebrow. At first I thought it had burned my entire eyelid.
Picture this if you will: Me, standing on a 25 foot ladder--about 23 feet or so in the air. Wearing 4" wedge heels (yeah, this was a terrible idea and will never be repeated). With smoking hot foam in my face. I? Did not say a curse word. You can rest assured that I thought one, though.
I batted the stupid foam to the floor and Isaac and I both recovered on the ladder before trying to go down. He was insistant that he get the thing put back together before we stopped, so we got it. I held my eye closed the whole time. I told some girls to go get me a 'piece of ice'.
As I was climbing down the ladder, I saw Taylor burst through the door with a sack of ice you could have cooled a keg in. It was quite funny. I took a piece out and made Isaac use it for his thumb. Minor burn, no blister at the time. Hopefully he'll be well.
Foam smells to high heaven when it burns, ftr.
I have a reddish spot on my eye--not bad. It's still uncomfortable, but not painful really. I am just glad I cut my hair...my old bangs would probably have gone up in smoke.
*for theater-types, I know that the bulbs are really called lamps. It's just less confusing this way.
Labels: dumb shit I do, pain in general, teaching, work stuff
Hellishly sick. I had to go to a thing for work today and it was pure misery. We're working on this online thing that it too tedious to go into detail about, but requires using the most assbackwards, poorly designed software to 'build' courseware for students to use online. Seriously, it's unreal how low tech this is--and it's the new rollout. If there is a list of 10 lessons and you only want one of them? You must delete the other nine one.at.a.time. The screen must refresh in between. Painful. And if you want to make item number 10 the first item? You must move it up the list one.at.a.time. The screen must refresh each time. Still painful. How the fuck myspace or snapfish can use drag and drop technology, but Plato can't is beyond me. It's ridiculous.
So anyway, after tediously creating senior English courses, I needed to go back and edit one of them because I finally unearthed the damn basic literature information which was hidden in a file called "Misellaneous Language Arts Resources". Wellllllllllllll, I managed to delete the damn course instead of just unpublish it. At that point, I knew that I was done. Sitting in a computer lab that had no air circulation with a fever in an uncomfortable chair using a keyboard that didn't have the little feet to tilt it and the slowest internet connection on earth while reaching for a Kleenex every five minutes, I had enough.
So I left. Very brazen of me, actually, because it was only 1.30 and the school day doesn't end until 3:15 on an 8:00 start time. I waited until a couple of other people left first. I tried to find the man in charge--the supervisor of secondary ed.--but he was nowhere to be found, so I made a professional decision and went home. The funny thing is that in most any professional career in the world, if you're sick and need to go home, you can just go. Teaching, though, is a different ballgame. We're used to 22 minute lunches and being ruled by a bell. It was very strange to just be able to LEAVE. I felt guilty, actually, but not guilty enough to stick around. By 2:00, I was in my bed with a bottle of Tylenol at my side. I've been here pretty much all night save for a trip to take W. to work and then to buy a thermomenter at Walgreens (I can't find either of the two that I know we have somewhere) and to McD's drive thru for good homecooking for the two youngest boys.
I just realized I have no idea what the point of this was. I think perhaps maybe it's time for me to make another professional decision and go to bed. Or at least quit blogging while I'm still forming something resembling sentences. I have to go back for one more day tomorrow. It will be the longest day ever. Ugh.
So anyway, after tediously creating senior English courses, I needed to go back and edit one of them because I finally unearthed the damn basic literature information which was hidden in a file called "Misellaneous Language Arts Resources". Wellllllllllllll, I managed to delete the damn course instead of just unpublish it. At that point, I knew that I was done. Sitting in a computer lab that had no air circulation with a fever in an uncomfortable chair using a keyboard that didn't have the little feet to tilt it and the slowest internet connection on earth while reaching for a Kleenex every five minutes, I had enough.
So I left. Very brazen of me, actually, because it was only 1.30 and the school day doesn't end until 3:15 on an 8:00 start time. I waited until a couple of other people left first. I tried to find the man in charge--the supervisor of secondary ed.--but he was nowhere to be found, so I made a professional decision and went home. The funny thing is that in most any professional career in the world, if you're sick and need to go home, you can just go. Teaching, though, is a different ballgame. We're used to 22 minute lunches and being ruled by a bell. It was very strange to just be able to LEAVE. I felt guilty, actually, but not guilty enough to stick around. By 2:00, I was in my bed with a bottle of Tylenol at my side. I've been here pretty much all night save for a trip to take W. to work and then to buy a thermomenter at Walgreens (I can't find either of the two that I know we have somewhere) and to McD's drive thru for good homecooking for the two youngest boys.
I just realized I have no idea what the point of this was. I think perhaps maybe it's time for me to make another professional decision and go to bed. Or at least quit blogging while I'm still forming something resembling sentences. I have to go back for one more day tomorrow. It will be the longest day ever. Ugh.
- Your husband has to turn your water on and off at the meter due to a broken pipe that was discovered just before dark.
- Your heater blew a fuse and you made not one, but two trips in the freezing cold to go buy replacements.
- You did that in your slippers.
- You have a very unfortunate gas problem of such proportion that your husband complains loudly and bitterly, which will undoubtedly make work incredibly miserable if not resolved.
- The oil light flashed off and on and then off again while you were trekking out in the elements to get fuses.
- Your microwave popcorn smells foul when popping.
- You have an obscene amount of laundry that needs to be folded or washed or dealt with.
- You need to wash your hair, but the whole water and heat thing make that task unpleasant.
- The only person in a worse mood than you is your hateful, snippy spouse.
- You have three final exams due to the principal by noon tomorrow, but you only have one completed and you have a meeting during your planning period.
Labels: mr kim, my life, teaching, who doesn't love a list
back-to-school is upon me. i left home at 10 this morning and did not get back for good until 8.30--i did come home long enough to check on the boys and run to kroger for them something for dinner.
my classroom looked like a tornado had struck. it's unreal the mess--a combination of factors at play: 12 years of accumulated teacher crap, i'm a packrat, i didn't file stuff at the end of the year, the painters totally trashed my floors, all of my desks plus another teacher's were heaped in the middle of my room, of my 9 computers, only two were on their correct table/desk with nothing else on top of them, part of my furniture was pulled apart, literally, and i had to empty a cabinet and a bookshelf to deal with the damage, i had about eight boxes of other people's crap in my room, i threw stuff in piles when the rains came, so there is no rhyme or reason, i can't open my desk drawers...and so on.
but today, things are MUCH better. i could teach if i had to, albeit maneuvering around piles of things i can't really totally identify. i have a shitload of filing and sorting to do (the 'put it all in a box' method is NOT effective) and i have to hang up all of my posters, which in itself will take a couple of hours because i have dozens.
i shall post before and after pics to impress everyone with my teacherly devotion.
tomorrow, wednesday, is our last full day to hang out at the pool, so we're heading over there around 11 and may not return until they close at 7 if we're so inclined and not sunburned or too cranky. thursday, i return to work for teacherish meetings and the whole 'get ready to start the school year' deal. i've already planned to work late that night, so i'm hoping that i won't have to spend the entire weekend getting things ready. i have vowed that i will not start the year off with things crammed in corners or shoved under tables--i'm sooooo sick of the chaos. i need calm and order as i face the 33 seniors in my brit lit class this year. yes, 33. last year? i had 12. talk about a drastic change. oy.
my classroom looked like a tornado had struck. it's unreal the mess--a combination of factors at play: 12 years of accumulated teacher crap, i'm a packrat, i didn't file stuff at the end of the year, the painters totally trashed my floors, all of my desks plus another teacher's were heaped in the middle of my room, of my 9 computers, only two were on their correct table/desk with nothing else on top of them, part of my furniture was pulled apart, literally, and i had to empty a cabinet and a bookshelf to deal with the damage, i had about eight boxes of other people's crap in my room, i threw stuff in piles when the rains came, so there is no rhyme or reason, i can't open my desk drawers...and so on.
but today, things are MUCH better. i could teach if i had to, albeit maneuvering around piles of things i can't really totally identify. i have a shitload of filing and sorting to do (the 'put it all in a box' method is NOT effective) and i have to hang up all of my posters, which in itself will take a couple of hours because i have dozens.
i shall post before and after pics to impress everyone with my teacherly devotion.
tomorrow, wednesday, is our last full day to hang out at the pool, so we're heading over there around 11 and may not return until they close at 7 if we're so inclined and not sunburned or too cranky. thursday, i return to work for teacherish meetings and the whole 'get ready to start the school year' deal. i've already planned to work late that night, so i'm hoping that i won't have to spend the entire weekend getting things ready. i have vowed that i will not start the year off with things crammed in corners or shoved under tables--i'm sooooo sick of the chaos. i need calm and order as i face the 33 seniors in my brit lit class this year. yes, 33. last year? i had 12. talk about a drastic change. oy.
Labels: ramble, teaching, work stuff
- that's really all i got.
- the closer is about to premier. i love the closer.
- i missed the first epi of top chef: miami. pisses me off, stupid dvr and stupid digital cable that doesn't 'see' bravo for some effed up reason.
- i am thru with summer school as of today. going back down to work in my room for a bit tomorrow evening, but that's MY choice, no kids, my time. the way i like it.
- i am having surgery of the knee a week from tomorrow--at least i think it is. that's the 26th, right? i'm totally out of it.
- mr. kim is taking anatomy and physiology this summer---i've not felt so dumb in a long, long time as i did when i tried to help him review. me? not so much a science girl. i know, you're shocked.
- i forgot that once upon a time, i was almost a mod at OT. talk about a flashback--ayak posted about it and it was like, 'hey! that's me!!' and can i just say, the drama from that year? not the mod stuff, but the rest of it? gah. live and learn and become a better person.
- and may i also just add that based on a post sunday night that nearly sent me into frigging coronary arrest, i'm GLAD i don't have to watch my tone or worry about 'playing favorites' there as a mod. argh....flames and steam are shooting from my head right now.
- sam hs been having me 'act out scenes' with him on the digital camera. in this scene, he is 'tarzan' and i'm supposed to be alternately puzzled and then scared. i'm not sure WHAT his looks were, but they sure are cute.
Labels: funny kids, mr kim, ramble, teaching, work stuff
One week from today I will be preparing to don a lovely black robe and try not to look bored as our little darlings participate in commencement. One week and one day from now, I will be kicked back on my couch drinking wine and reveling in the fact that I don't have to look at more little darlings for two whole months. One week and two days from now, I'll try to post something remotely interesting and potentially meaningful or at least current.
End of the year kicks my ass every stinking year.
End of the year kicks my ass every stinking year.
Labels: my life, teaching, work stuff
I've gotten rather lax on the blogging thing lately. Not exactly sure why--I just can't seem to focus long enough to type something out that makes sense. Probably because things in real life are rather hectic. My list:
1. School--spring break is upon us and that means that kids are in antsy mode. It's always fun to try and pound sentence structure and comma splices into the heads of vacation-minded 15-year-old boys.
2. School pt. 2--it has suddenly turned into summer, despite the impending SPRING break and we've been treated to high temps ranging from 82-88 this week. Sounds great? Well, it might if we were in an air conditioned building during the day. As we are not, it is like some form of torture. There has been no discernible breeze, no relief of any kind from my ancient fan, and no hint of artifical coolant. My room is on the west side of the building with 6-foot windows to let in loads and loads of blistering heat just in time for my class of 35 juniors and seniors. Sweltering doesn't even come close to describing it--actually, if we could just swelter, we'd be happy.
3. School pt. 3--because it's the end of the year and I teach seniors, it's also field trip time. Normally this happens in April-May, but we've started early this year. The new quarter started March 9. Since that day, I have not yet had all of my students in my 4th block Theatre Arts class (the one with 35 kids) at school and in class at the same time. Not one day. My attendance book looks like some sort of weird modern heiroglyphics with all the absents, tardies, field trips, doctor's notes and other sundry markings. It's a nightmare. Today was our last day of class because we have an assembly tomorrow. On the day before Spring Break. Good thing I don't give grades on written work in there or I'd never get the make-ups done.
4. School pt. 4--I'm on the retirement-party-planning committees for TWO different teachers this spring. I've also agreed to plan a little something for another teacher's 50th birthday on Friday. I also have to sort out three days' worth of lesson plans before I leave on Friday. I also have to clean off my desk. I also have to turn in my grade verifications. I also have to stay at school until seven again tomorrow night for inservice and then spend all day Friday in meetings that are stupid and boring and useless to anything that I do for a living.
5. Vacation--I leave for London on April 9. Wooohooo! That's a good thing. I'll be back on April 19.
6. Vacation pt. 2--Before I leave I have to pack up clothes for the kids to take to my parents' house for a week. I also need to clean my house because it is gross.
7. Vacation pt. 3--I haven't even thought about starting to pack for myself yet and I don't have any decent walking shoes. Oh, and London is insane expensive and I have not saved one penny toward spending money. Not one red cent.
8. Life in general--all I seem to have time for is wake up, work, home to eat, Y, home to put kids to bed, read online for an hour, go to bed. Something has to give.
9. Stupid things--oh, I also have time to go to the tanning bed. Skin cancer is a terrible thing and some day I'm going to really be pissed off at myself; however, I have no plans to quit going until I am suitably browned. I usually don't mind being fashionably pale, but for some reason this year, it has bugged me. Maybe because summer started in March.
10. Pets--we have a chick named Austin. Sam brought it home from school--they kept eggs in an incubator. If Austin survives chickhood, it will be a miracle. A bloody miracle. Sam has picked him up two dozen times a day, he's carried him around the house and he's taken him out to play in the front yard. Poor Austin has been a trooper through it al. I'll be most relieved when he goes to live at the farm--which shouldn't be much longer because he's got an incredible vertical jump and he's going to leap out of his box any minute. He bangs his head on the books we have covering him for every so often.
I think that's it for now. I'm going to attempt to catch up on blog reading. I don't have much faith that I will get far, though.
1. School--spring break is upon us and that means that kids are in antsy mode. It's always fun to try and pound sentence structure and comma splices into the heads of vacation-minded 15-year-old boys.
2. School pt. 2--it has suddenly turned into summer, despite the impending SPRING break and we've been treated to high temps ranging from 82-88 this week. Sounds great? Well, it might if we were in an air conditioned building during the day. As we are not, it is like some form of torture. There has been no discernible breeze, no relief of any kind from my ancient fan, and no hint of artifical coolant. My room is on the west side of the building with 6-foot windows to let in loads and loads of blistering heat just in time for my class of 35 juniors and seniors. Sweltering doesn't even come close to describing it--actually, if we could just swelter, we'd be happy.
3. School pt. 3--because it's the end of the year and I teach seniors, it's also field trip time. Normally this happens in April-May, but we've started early this year. The new quarter started March 9. Since that day, I have not yet had all of my students in my 4th block Theatre Arts class (the one with 35 kids) at school and in class at the same time. Not one day. My attendance book looks like some sort of weird modern heiroglyphics with all the absents, tardies, field trips, doctor's notes and other sundry markings. It's a nightmare. Today was our last day of class because we have an assembly tomorrow. On the day before Spring Break. Good thing I don't give grades on written work in there or I'd never get the make-ups done.
4. School pt. 4--I'm on the retirement-party-planning committees for TWO different teachers this spring. I've also agreed to plan a little something for another teacher's 50th birthday on Friday. I also have to sort out three days' worth of lesson plans before I leave on Friday. I also have to clean off my desk. I also have to turn in my grade verifications. I also have to stay at school until seven again tomorrow night for inservice and then spend all day Friday in meetings that are stupid and boring and useless to anything that I do for a living.
5. Vacation--I leave for London on April 9. Wooohooo! That's a good thing. I'll be back on April 19.
6. Vacation pt. 2--Before I leave I have to pack up clothes for the kids to take to my parents' house for a week. I also need to clean my house because it is gross.
7. Vacation pt. 3--I haven't even thought about starting to pack for myself yet and I don't have any decent walking shoes. Oh, and London is insane expensive and I have not saved one penny toward spending money. Not one red cent.
8. Life in general--all I seem to have time for is wake up, work, home to eat, Y, home to put kids to bed, read online for an hour, go to bed. Something has to give.
9. Stupid things--oh, I also have time to go to the tanning bed. Skin cancer is a terrible thing and some day I'm going to really be pissed off at myself; however, I have no plans to quit going until I am suitably browned. I usually don't mind being fashionably pale, but for some reason this year, it has bugged me. Maybe because summer started in March.
10. Pets--we have a chick named Austin. Sam brought it home from school--they kept eggs in an incubator. If Austin survives chickhood, it will be a miracle. A bloody miracle. Sam has picked him up two dozen times a day, he's carried him around the house and he's taken him out to play in the front yard. Poor Austin has been a trooper through it al. I'll be most relieved when he goes to live at the farm--which shouldn't be much longer because he's got an incredible vertical jump and he's going to leap out of his box any minute. He bangs his head on the books we have covering him for every so often.
I think that's it for now. I'm going to attempt to catch up on blog reading. I don't have much faith that I will get far, though.
Why Do Stupid People Always Become Teachers?
0 Comments Published by Kimmah on Monday, March 12, 2007 at 7:41 PM.
They just HAVE to go and make the rest of us look bad and I'm getting tired of it...
Teacher Causes Furor With Sex Ed Lessons
Basically, this guy was teaching MIDDLE SCHOOL and thought it was a good idea to have the STUDENTS read graphic details about oral sex and masturbation. In class. With girls. And then he tried to claim it was part of the human sexuality curriculum. Nice try, moron.
I'm all for sex ed--honestly? I like the idea of a neutral third party giving my boys the basics because then I don't have to--I'm a a pretty typical parent in that regard. But I think we can all agree that there is a fine, fine line in teaching that subject matter and while one would expect the teacher to address all forms of sex and inform students of the basics, I don't think anyone in their right mind would think it was a good idea to have 13-year-old girls read aloud about such matters with a male teacher in class in public school. *boggle*
Yet another looney teacher that brings more unwanted attention to the profession. Wonder if he's too old for Pamela Rogers Turner? Maybe they could hook up and open up a charter school together somewhere.
Teacher Causes Furor With Sex Ed Lessons
Basically, this guy was teaching MIDDLE SCHOOL and thought it was a good idea to have the STUDENTS read graphic details about oral sex and masturbation. In class. With girls. And then he tried to claim it was part of the human sexuality curriculum. Nice try, moron.
I'm all for sex ed--honestly? I like the idea of a neutral third party giving my boys the basics because then I don't have to--I'm a a pretty typical parent in that regard. But I think we can all agree that there is a fine, fine line in teaching that subject matter and while one would expect the teacher to address all forms of sex and inform students of the basics, I don't think anyone in their right mind would think it was a good idea to have 13-year-old girls read aloud about such matters with a male teacher in class in public school. *boggle*
Yet another looney teacher that brings more unwanted attention to the profession. Wonder if he's too old for Pamela Rogers Turner? Maybe they could hook up and open up a charter school together somewhere.
Labels: inquiring minds, stupid normal people, teaching
