Sunday, April 3, 2011

Heart-Making Sweat Shop

There are many ways to spend a Sunday night, but my least favorite Sunday-evening-activity has to be bending hundreds of paperclips into hearts.  My fundraiser for Japan went a little better than I was expecting, and after only a day-and-a-half, we ran out of heart links.  So I rush-ordered six more bags, and meanwhile my club has been giving the kids plastic "kindness coins" as IOUs, telling them they can exchange their coins for heart links on Monday.  My shipment was supposed to be here by Friday morning, but it never showed.  I checked on its status earlier, and it's currently sitting in Nevada!  Arghhhh.  So Clint ran out and bought a bucket of 1000 colorful paper clips from Staples, and we have been bending them into hearts.  It takes about a minute-and-a-half for each one, and with only 1000 hearts to make, that comes to approximately...a gazillion trillion minutes until we are finished.  So, I decided my homeroom will officially be a heart-making sweat shop tomorrow.  I am also sending paperclips to four other homerooms (although two of the teachers don't know this yet).  With five different factories working for twenty minutes, I'm hoping that this will be enough to get us through lunch tomorrow.  Is it wrong to make the kids bend paperclips through the Pledge of Allegiance?  

3 comments:

  1. Hey, that's what homeroom's for right?! Hmm, come to think of it, I can't recall what homeroom is actually for. Jr. High was a looooooooooong time ago! I do remember that I had Ms. Costa, and that she was fun, but that's about as far as my memory will stretch.

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  2. Homeroom is technically for character building and study skills, but if the antagonist in "Holes" can convince everyone that digging holes builds character, then I can argue that bending paper clips does the same, right? Of course, I think in this analogy I just called myself a villian.

    Ms. Costa was a great teacher. I still remember that time she had us dip our hands in icy water right before reading "White Fang." She was also the first teacher I ever had who taught me how to use descriptions in writing. Do you remember Mr. Dorn (sp)? I remember that if it was your birthday, he made you stand on your desk and wave the American flag while everyone sang Happy Birthday. I did that with my students for awhile, until I decided it was too much of a liability. Now they wear a crazy hat and get to sit wherever they want instead.

    Okay, I officially remember way too much from junior high. :)

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  3. I do remember, Mr. Dorn! I dreaded anyone finding out it was my birthday. I don't think I ever suffered that trauma. Amen!

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