Pumped Up Kicks

Me and Trinity made up a dance to go with this song a few weeks ago.  As you can imagine, it involves a lot of kicking.

So Trinity came to my after-school tutoring session, and this song came on the radio.  Of course I blasted it, and Trinity got up and started doing our dance.  Another student, Joshua, got such a kick out of it (no pun intended) that he quickly joined her.  Then another student, Alicia, jumped in.  Pretty soon, almost my entire tutoring class was up in front of the classroom, bouncing and kicking like pros (and of course I had to join in, cuz it was MY dance, after all).

My door was propped open, so if anyone happened to walk passed room 405 while all of this was going on, I can assure you that the weird kicking/jumping/line dance thing we had going on was directly related to the language arts curriculum.  My tutoring methods may seem a little unorthodox, but they never fail.  Just don't ask me for details on that one.

On a side-note, strange lyrics for such a catchy song! 

Blondes Have More Fun? Pssh...

No time to write a detailed post, but I did say I would explain the bet that I lost, so here's the short version.  We held a canned food drive at my school, and homeroom classes competed against each other to try to collect the most cans.  I bet my students that I could bring in more cans than all of them combined.  If I won, they had to go up on the stage during the first five minutes of lunch and sing a "Mrs. P is awesome" song in front of the whole cafeteria.  If they won, I would come to school with pink hair.  I do similar bets every year to pump up the competition, but generally I don't lose.  This year my students creamed me!  They brought in over seven hundred cans!  Our class broke all previous records.  I'd love to write more about this, but I'm really crunched for time, so here's a quick pic of my hair today.

I sprayed the entire bottle in my hair and ran out before I could cover it all.

Okay, so it's probably pretty obvious that I upped the brightness/contrast of this second pic.  That was just for the fun of it.  ;-)  If I ever find this exact shade of pink in a bottle of permanent hair dye, I might be tempted to go for it.  Nevermind department meetings and parent-teacher conferences.

Today was fun and insane!  But in the interest of not being done celebrating, I'm signing out now!

Airplanes in the Night Sky

So I lost a bet and now I have to go to work this Friday with bright pink hair.  Coincidentally, Friday also happens to be my birthday, which means I get to enter my 33rd year of existence with lovely bright pink tresses.  I'll explain all of that in my next blog entry though, because it's sort of a long story.

This song below played tonight during a heart-warming scene from the season premiere of Biggest Loser.  I don't usually watch the show, but it happened to be on TV when I walked into the living room.  I'll admit, even though the scene was out of context for me since I had just tuned in, the combination of that sweet scene and this particular song made me feel all warm and mushy.  The video, on the other hand...well, it doesn't really compare.  But that's okay.  I've decided that even though the lead singer has sort of weak eyes that bother me, I still like the song.

One more, and then I'm off to bed.  So rap is generally not my preferred genre of music, but I do enjoy the occasional rap song when it has an actual melody and lyrics that I can connect with.  Although this next song is rap, it is just so sweet.  Sweet in the traditional sense; not sweet as in "dude, your new ride is sweet!"  I love the chorus the most.  "Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting starts?"  How adorable is that line?  It sort of brings you back to those childhood days when the world was full of possibility.

Teacher's Pet?

Look who wandered into my classroom!  Well technically she didn't come all the way in; she just meowed at my door, which happened to be open at the time.  And of course I had to whisk her up immediately before she got suffocated with hugs and squeals from insanely excited seventh graders. 

It took every inch of willpower I possess to NOT take her home. I already have three cats, and I'm pretty sure a fourth one would qualify me to be on the show Hoarders.

Parade, Shovels, and Unexpected Babysitting Jobs

Today has been such a whirlwind, but what an awesome day!  This morning my Builders Club students and I marched in our city's local parade.  It was SO much fun.  Here are about 35 of my kids (the club is up to 52 paid members). 

These kids are my pride and joy.  They're hard-workers, enthusiastic, and not afraid to roll up their (proverbial) sleeves and get a little dirty.  I just love them!  We also had a shovel decorating contest.  I'll post a few of my favorite shovels at the end of this post.

The parade ends each year at K-Mart, and at that point I had to wait about an hour and a half for all of the kids to get picked up.  It wasn't as bad as it sounds though, mainly because I had a partner in crime (a former RMS student who now attends college--I just adore her), and we kept each other and the group entertained.  Plus the kids find ways to keep themselves occupied.  Although we did accidentally bring down an entire sales rack of clothing.  That was awkward.  I like how the kids' shirts say "Builders Club...we don't monkey around," yet here they are...

(Photo published with parent's permission)

Once the last student was picked up, I met up with Clint and the kids at our city's local festival, and I had an enormous plate of carne asada nachos that I still can't stop thinking about because they were so friggen' good.  The kids and Clint were also in the parade with the martial arts group, and Clint had to stay at the festival to work one of the booths.  Somehow I ended up babysitting a cute little two- (or maybe three?) year-old for a couple of hours.  Still not quite sure how that happened.  The owner of the dojo was running the booth with his wife and his little itty-bitty son, and me and his wife were talking near the pond when she suddenly realized she had to leave for her friend's baby shower.  She told her son, "Here Ezra, go with Jodi!"  and took off.  It was pretty funny considering that this woman is barely an acquaintance of mine.  At any rate, my kids had taken off, and I had nothing better to do, so I took little Ezra to the playground, through all of the bounce houses, down a giant slide, and waded with him through the water.  People kept telling me, "Your son is so cute!" and if I had time, I'd explain that he wasn't mine, but it got to the point where it was easier just to say "Thanks!"  It was all fun and games until the worker running the giant inflatable slide said, "Awww, how old is your little boy?"  and I replied, "I have no idea."

So here is the club t-shirt that I created, with the help of my amazing t-shirt guy:

The students have the same exact images and lettering on their shirts, but their's are printed on light blue fabric, and are the standard crew neck style.

Now I'm finally home and I have to say, it feels GOOD to be indoors with air-conditioning!  I think I'll whip myself up another snack and wash it down with a nice big glass of iced-tea.  Here are some unorganized shovel pics (I can only seem to get them in one straight line).

I have a ton more, but Blogger is being a nightmare with my photos right now.  It won't let me move them anywhere I want, so if I keep posting more, I'll just end up with one very long, skinny line, and a lot of white space.  I haven't judged the shovels yet, but at the minimum, I think I"m going to give the monster one a "Creativity Award."  I'm leaning toward that farm house one as the grand prize winner...it's pretty detailed, considering that student's canvas was a shovel. It's a hard contest to judge, because they were all so cute!

Rain and Spontaneous Hail

Today was one of those days that had a feeling of...un-normalcy to it.  It was pouring rain when I woke up, and that alone would have lent to a more interesting morning (something you understand if you have ever lived in the desert).  Just that indescribably fresh scent and rumbling thunder had me on a high.  Rain in the desert leads to flooded roads incredibly fast, but luckily I have a ridiculously short drive to work, so it wasn't a big deal.  I dropped my kids off at my mother-in-law's house this morning, and I had time to listen to exactly one song on my way to work.  I was laughing because the "one" song that played on the radio was "Tears and Rain" by James Blunt.  I swear radio stations do that on purpose, because it seems like every time it rains, I'm hearing songs about rain.  Although usually they pick more upbeat rain songs, like "It's Raining Men" or "Blame it on the Rain" (ooh, remember that one?).  I'm still in a festive, rainy mood, so maybe I'll post a rain song at the end of this post.

Anyway, later this morning, we had a code red drill.  Code red drills aren't anything out of the ordinary, but I thought the drill was going to be during third period, and it actually happened during second.  I hadn't prepped my second period kids for the drill at all, and we were all outside (rain had cleared) partner-reading when it began.  Normally I would never have my class outside during a code red drill.  What a pain.  But there we were, outside, when I heard the intercom give a loud click.  I actually said out-loud, "Oh no.  Don't you dare say code red!"  Of course, our vice principal's voice came on the loud-speaker, saying "Code red, code red, code red."  So I had to get thirty-four kids funneled inside of the classroom and crouched beneath their desks with the lights off and the doors locked before admin came around to perform their lock-down "tests."  Thankfully we pulled it off.

But the truly insane part of the day was the hailstorm this afternoon!  I've never seen anything like it before.  Again, we were partner-reading outside during 7th period, enjoying the beautiful partly-sunny weather, when the sky darkened.  The temperature cooled slightly, and lightening streaked across the sky.  The air became very still.  I got those inclement weather goosebumps and decided to escort my students back into the classroom.  They had just settled back into their seats when, with no warning and no gradual build-up whatsoever, it began to pour with hail.  It was so strange.  The temperature was way too warm for hail (somewhere in the low 80s, I'm guessing), yet there it was; dime-sized chunks of ice crashing down from the sky.  And we're not talking just a little bit; it was a torrential downpour.  Since the hailstorm was much more captivating than the Eleanor Roosevelt biography we were reading, I gave up on my lesson and propped my door open.  We spent the rest of the period watching the storm and writing journal entries about it.

Here's "Tears and Rain," but where the heck is the music video for this song?  Does it really not have one?  That seems tragic, because it has the potential to be a beautiful (albeit sad) video.

Where were You Ten Years Ago...

There are a lot of questions that start with those words.
          "Where were you when JFK was shot?"
          "Where were you when Pearl Harbor was attacked?"
But there is one big question that still shakes my generation to its core.  "Where were you the morning of September 11, 2001?"  We are once again faced with the irony that most of us can't conjure up an image of five days ago; the errands we ran, the thoughts we were thinking, the emotions we were feeling, and so on.  But when it comes to Tuesday, September 11, 2001, the setting unfurls painstakingly slow in the mind like some horrific scene from a movie, still as thick with color and pungent with details today as it was ten years ago.

Just like your own story, my September 11th narrative is something I could draw out for pages and pages.  But I will spare the reader all of that and just say that Clinton and I, along with the rest of the nation, were rattled that day.  I still remember a cold chill surging through my body when that second plane hit the towers; as the realization washed over America that this shocking tragedy was no accident.  I still remember watching all of the live footage.  With tears streaming down our faces, we watched as victims from the upper stories of the towers threw themselves out the windows, clawing at the air all the way down.  We cried in horror as the first tower collapsed to the ground, engulfing all of the firefighters and other victims within.  And then, with the rest of the nation, we watched in stunned silence as the last tower collapsed, taking with it any remaining hopes for a happy ending.

For Clint and I, the butterfly effect from that day still continues to shape our lives.  When the twin towers were struck, Clint was working for United Airlines.  As most people know, two of the airplanes hijacked were United Airlines jets.  Due to a newly instilled fear of terrorism on airlines, many Americans stopped flying.  This caused the airline industry to nearly collapse.  In October, 2001, United Airlines announced that they were furloughing every single aircraft mechanic who had been there five years or less.  And Clint, of course, was one of them. We lost his income, our medical insurance, the house we were in escrow for, and essentially, our livelihood.  But when you consider what others lost that day, and what the nation lost as a whole, we were definitely the lucky ones.  Irregardless, with no income, we had to leave our townhouse.  On December 19th, 2001, I took my last final for MATC, packed up a U-Haul, and headed back home to California.  I hung tinsel in our U-Haul since we wouldn't have a Christmas tree that year.  Trinity was twenty months old.

Now it is ten years later.  Every anniversary of 9/11, I show my seventh graders a poignant video called "America Remembers."  The first year that I showed the video, my students cried.  Though they were only eight years old in 2001, they still remembered that day.  They remembered the emotional shock wave that seemed to rattle through the entire nation.  They remember our country screeching to a halt.  They remember their parents being glued to the television screen.  They remember the sorrow, the anger, and the fear emanating from the grown-up's eyes.

Then I showed it the next year.  Now my students were only seven years old when 9/11 happened.  They still cried.  They still remembered.  But the memories were a little more blurry.

I showed it the next year.  Students were now six years old when 9/11 happened.  Some of them cried a little.  A few had hazy recollections of that day.

I showed it the next year.  Very few hazy recollections.  One or two teary eyes.  And so it continued.

Then I showed it last year.  Not one of them had any memories of September 11th, 2001.

Now, tomorrow, I will show the video to a group of students who were only two years old when September 11th occurred.  I wonder if there will be any tears at all?

In another two years, my students will have not even been born when the events from September 11th transpired.  And from that point on, 9/11 will be nothing more than a historical tidbit found within their social studies textbooks.  It feels strange to watch such an important memory whittle away to almost nothing.

But my generation remembers. And for the sake of the heroes that lost their lives that day, please, let's not ever forget.

Ten years later