The Real Trailer Park

KATY (kindergarten):  We were playin' in the yard an this man in his pick-up truck goes speedin' through the trailer park an my daddy jumped in his truck and chased after him and tole him to slow down!

MR. BOWERS:  Where are you from?

KATY:  Port Arthur.

(This is kind of a locational story.  Those who know Port Arthur can understand and can also imagine the HEAVY southeast Texas accent spoken by KATY.) 

Da'General has been Da'Throned

Da'General has long been the best name ever here at my school. Now he has been replaced by a new kindergardener with the best name ever:

True St.Paul

He's gotta be a college football player someday!

(oops, I just found out that True has a brother: His name is Wisdom. Seriously.)

[Double oops, Champ just came into my class and guess who his little brother is?--and they have another brother named King]

Let's review: In this family, we have True, Champ, King and Wisdom. I gotta meet these parents.

Welcome to the Trailer Park

I moved rooms over the summer.  They stuck me out in the "temporary " buildings--which have been "temporary" for at least as long as I have been at this school(13 years).  I don't mind being out there--it's actually kinda nice because I am closer to the playground.  I don't think an explanation is necessary as to why being closer to the playground is better.  I like to climb.

Anyway, the other night we had our annual Ice Cream Social where parents and kids come up to the school and visit their new teachers and get all of the necessities for the new year.

We overheard a new parent say to her kid, "Oh, your classroom must be somewhere out there in one of those trailers." 

I am now trailer trash.  

Strange Mind

I got this in an Email from a friend:


fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too

Cna yuo raed tihs?

Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

Teachers. GAH!

I get so aggravated at some of the "in-service" days. We have these meetings and so many of the teachers are horrible students. I mean they talk when the presenter is speaking, pass notes, text each other--everything they get on to their students about! Then they complain about everything! GAH! Then if food is being served, the teachers in the front of the line hoard all of the good stuff. They go and get dessert before they even sit down to eat their meal so they can get the blueberry cheesecake and leave me with the crummy store bought raisin bread!

Of course, I never do any of these things; I am perfect ;)

The kids return on Monday. Hooray! I am ready to be entertained!

Back to School

Well, I am back, but the kids still have a few more weeks off. It is always weird walking around this school empty. It's too quiet. I'm sure in a couple of weeks I will be longing for the silent hallways.

We have a new principal this year and he is about 28 years old! I have heard really good things about him, however, he made us get here on time the first day back--7:45. Our old principal would let us roll in around 8:30 on the first day. He also said "No more jeans." I guess he wants us to be all professional and stuff. He better not make me start wearing a tie!