[insert excuses for being absent from the blog world.  please forgive me.  i still love all of you and you blogs.]

Here are some of my favorite things from this past week:

Favorite Free Music:

Josh Garrels – “Love & War & The Sea In Between”
(download. now. yes, that is  a command.)

Favorite Driving Music:

Future of Forestry: The Travel EPs
The Folly

Favorite News:

“Arrested Development” to do new series, movie

Favorite Blog Reads:

Coming next week…cool beans? Cool beans. 

Favorite Thing Said About Me:
 Favorite School Club:

 
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Favorite Student Work from “Create Your Own Linear Equation”.
Extra credit for the illustration.
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What is the best blog post you have read all week (other than this fine piece of work*)? Feel free to heap generous amounts of praise on blogger of your choice.  

*Work = Laziness

 

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I’m going to skip the part where I explain why I haven’t been posting.

Here are some thoughts that have entered my skull this week:

  1. At a staff meeting, they kept referring to Administration as “Admin”.  Naturally, this led me to the greatest idea ever: a Mad Men spinoff called Madmin.  If you steal this idea, I will cut you.
  2. According to the teacher I work with, a male faculty member said that I “have the cutest dimple in my chin”.  Pretty sure that’s just a zit. Sorry.
  3. I generated Pascal’s Triangle with a 5 year old. The kid was able to see the pattern in the diagonals.  Genius.  Although he struggled with addition of two numbers greater than 5.
  4. Best student-generated math problem ever: “Snoop Dog was running at a rate of 6 miles per hour to get to his ’64 Impala, which is 30 miles away.  How long will it take him to get to the garage?”
  5. So there is a street that runs perpendicular (that’s geometry) to my street, but it once it hits my street, it stops, forcing cars to turn left or right.  However, I just realized if cars were to keep going straight, they would go straight into my driveway.  I  literally have to look 3 ways before I can back-out.  I’m not mad, it’s just weird.  Anybody else have this same predicament?
  6. There is a girl eating a green banana in my classroom.  Do I tell her to wait?
  7. Here are the notes I took during an observation of a geometry class:
  8. The bell rang so I need to stop.

    Please answer #4. Extra Credit: Show your work and define your variables.

So it’s been over a week since I have posted, and I just wanted to apologize/make up a bunch of excuses.  This past week I moved, started school and started student teaching.  I fell off the internet bandwagon, but hopefully I will be making my way back on.  The dust is still settling.

Here are 3 things I want to share with you:

1. Two words: Black Out.  No, this wasn’t something we did at a football game where we thought we could intimate the opposing team by wearing black t-shirts but a small minority ruined it for the rest of us. This was real like the rational numbers.  All of San Diego (plus parts of Mexico, Orange County and Arizona) was without electricity from about 3:45pm to midnight.  It was chaos. Pros: we got to eat all the food in our refrigerator and class got cancelled.  Cons: I ate all the food in my refrigerator.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

2.  Look what I got!

What now, punks?

Our mascot is Zoro.

3.  This is the cover to the diary entries I wrote:
(The bears are not stickers)

It's like a montage of everything that was wrong with the 90s.

What are your best tips for keeping up with the blogging world?

Along with my diary entries from when I was ten-years old, I also found my “Limited Too” journal from 6th grade.  This was more structured, meaning that it gave me places to record various things about my life.  Things I may want to know in the future.  Stuff like my most embarrassing moments, best friends, favorite colors and how dumb I was.  Yeah, I only filled out like 6 pages.  I really don’t know why anybody bothered buying me these things.

In honor of starting student teaching this year (yesterday was my first day of faculty meetings…what’s up?), I’m gonna showcase the “Predictions” page from this journal and then make some predictions of my own (click it for bigger image):

Translated:

  • My first car will be: a jeep
  • I will marry a boy named: Scott
  • My grades are going to be: outstanding
  • Next hot music group will be: a boy band
  • Next year’s popular fashion: sportswear
  • New hairstyle: same
  • Most popular color: green
  • I will become a: actress
  • I will make 10 new friends.

How did I do?

  • Wrong.  But thanks for the Aveo, Mom and Dad. I look really cool driving it.
  • Wrong. (99.99% sure.)
  • Nailed it.
  • Hmmm.
  • Seriously? Just because you thought you liked this when you wore them, doesn’t mean they were cool.
  • Same then. Same now.  Same always.
  • Timeless answer. And very specific too.
  • Actress, teacher…I mean, is there really any difference? Other than talent, personality and lack of stage fright??
  • Just for that year? No. The rest of your life? Roughly.

Predictions for this School Year:

  • The first subject I will teach: math
  • I will date a boy named: Kevin
  • My grades will be: dope
  • Next hot music group: a mariachi band
  • Next popular fashion: overalls
  • New hairstyle: same (variation: ponytail)
  • Most popular color: blue
  • I will become an: actress
  • I will make 0 to 1 new friends.

What is the square root of 162?  Leave your answer in simplest radical form. 

 

If you are not familiar with the “My Diary” series, click here, here and here.  And here. Just kidding. Made you hover. Basically, I take an entry from the diary I kept when I was ten years old, post it here for your viewing pleasure, and attempt to make fun of myself more than the diary already does for me. 

In honor of pre-season football starting, here is the fourth and the last entry from this particular diary
(I know, I was such an overachiever.):

Breakdown:

First of all, it’s pretty obvious that you’re forcing this whole diary-writing to happen.
The first three sentences you’re only giving the reader an unenthusiastic, striped-down summary of what literally happened.  If I could go back in time, I would like to ask myself: “Why are you even bothering?”.  What is the purpose of a diary if you don’t write down all the personal details that you would never tell anyone else or that you want to remember twelve years later?  “We had a lot of fun.”  Yeah, ten-year-old Brynn? Why are you trying to deprive me of my childhood memories?

Secondly, the Seinfeld-esque* rant on the Super Bowl didn’t even sound committed.
What is it about football that you don’t like, ten-year-old Brynn? I don’t remember the last Super Bowl game that I didn’t completely enjoy, so can I at least get some insight on why this event perplexed you? (The first part of the last sentence was an untruth). Maybe you don’t understand sports because you prefer reading and lack hand-eye/foot-eye/brain-body coordination, but if your gonna criticize, put some passion into it, okay? And no, elongating a word with extra vowels does not count.

Lastly, your transitions show a lack of expertise and unconcern for this entry’s readability.
You jumped straight from “Julia” to the “Super Bowl” to “Max’s friends” to “Ian’s caterpillars”. And then you just abruptly and informally conclude.  Yes, the average reader could infer that you brought up the SB because you were breaking down this day’s events, and that possibly Max’s friends came over because of the game.  But where does Ian’s caterpillars being “crystalight” fit in? Did mom turn them into a beverage that you enjoyed at the game? Did watching them provide you reprieve from the shenanigans you believed were occurring? Did they stir any emotions that inspired you to write this diary entry? I’m afraid the reader was left confused, detached and possibly even angry.

*Imagine me standing in front of small comedy club at the age of ten: “The Super Bowl. I mean, what’s the deal with that? It’s just football!”.  Then imagine some boo-ing. No, not ghosts.

What was your favorite pet/animal growing up?