Saturday, December 26, 2009
Jake
Jake is my next door neighbor's kid. He's in 1st grade. His aunt and uncle gave him coal in his stocking for Christmas as a joke--but the joke was on them when he saw it. He said, "Ohhh, just what I wanted to start fires and stuff!"
Friday, December 18, 2009
The REAL Snow Day Video
What a difference a song makes. Now the Music teacher edited her snow day video to fit the trailer park.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
The Magic Mirror
I got a mirror from the Pre-K teacher to put in my room. It is made from safety glass so the reflection is a little skewed. Most of the time, the mirror can make you look skinnier that you actually are. Now teachers from all over campus are lining up to see themselves in it.
Friday, December 11, 2009
High Speed Chase
Today, just before the dismissal bell, we had a high-speed police chase go through our school zone! There was a black car followed by three police cruisers with their sirens blaring and lights flashing. I would say they were all going at least 50 mph. Luckily, they missed the school bell by about three minutes. It could have been ugly if all the kids were out there crossing the street.
I saw it and it scared me so much--my heart is still pounding. Although, the little boy in me says, "That was pretty sweet."
I saw it and it scared me so much--my heart is still pounding. Although, the little boy in me says, "That was pretty sweet."
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Never Seen Snow
Here in Houston, we don't get much snow. Some of the little kids at our school have NEVER seen snow. You can tell by this video that our music teacher made on the day it snowed. The video starts right outside my door out here in the "trailer park."
Here's the video!
Here's the video!
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Warning:
Do not read this if you are squeamish.
With the 5th graders we were doing a musical called, "Yo Leonardo". Brijanna was on stage getting ready to do her part and I was next to her, but in the off-stage wings. She turned to me and said, with a grumpy face, "Mr. Bowers, my stomach hurts." I responded, "Well, do you want the audience to know that? Get it together!"
At that moment, I realized by the look on her face that there was more than a stomach ache happening here. She starts to throw up. She tries to catch it in her hands. It spews. I call her off stage. She comes to me holding a handful of pineapple bits. The show continues with the rest of her barf on stage. Everyone dances around the barf. The janitor says that she is too shy to go onstage during the show and sprinkle the magic disappearing puke powder on the barf, so I got to be the one to do it. I get a laugh from the audience.
The show must go on!
With the 5th graders we were doing a musical called, "Yo Leonardo". Brijanna was on stage getting ready to do her part and I was next to her, but in the off-stage wings. She turned to me and said, with a grumpy face, "Mr. Bowers, my stomach hurts." I responded, "Well, do you want the audience to know that? Get it together!"
At that moment, I realized by the look on her face that there was more than a stomach ache happening here. She starts to throw up. She tries to catch it in her hands. It spews. I call her off stage. She comes to me holding a handful of pineapple bits. The show continues with the rest of her barf on stage. Everyone dances around the barf. The janitor says that she is too shy to go onstage during the show and sprinkle the magic disappearing puke powder on the barf, so I got to be the one to do it. I get a laugh from the audience.
The show must go on!
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Too Exciting
Last week, with kindergarten, I used the puppets to tell the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff. I guess it was too exciting because one of the boys wet himself. This week I used the puppets to tell the story of the Three Pigs and a little girl wet herself. I take it as a compliment. I'm just too exciting. I have one more set of puppets that I can use to tell the story of the Three Bears. I'm gonna make sure they have all gone to the restroom before I tell the story.
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