tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32332710077719432022024-03-21T04:54:52.352-07:00RollerDaddyWho's your DAddy?achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-22378038763332317192012-05-28T08:43:00.002-07:002012-05-28T08:47:51.309-07:00I love musicals.I like the show "community"
Cop - "I am writing a cop opera."
Group (with excited faces)- "copera!"
Chevy chase (who never quite fits in)- "policical!"achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-7343535605676495632012-04-19T11:33:00.000-07:002012-04-19T14:38:49.652-07:00Do you want suitcase #1 or #2 ??? One night my boyfriend and I were going over to my friends house for supper and I spotted that his neighbor had an old vintage suitcase. So I sauntered over and check it out. It was a cream colored with green sides. At first I though it was locked but after fiddling with it, it opened up a crack. I shut it right away just in time for my friend to yell out "hey! stop going through my neighbors garbage!" Once inside I told everyone that whatever was inside had coarse fur and was not alive.....and that I no longer wanted the suitcase. After supper our curiosity got the best of us and two people decided to go find out what was inside. Turns out there was 6 dead fox in there....bones included. Clearly my friend's neighbor went on a business trip that went horribly, horribly wrong.<br />
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Funny enough in the paper the next day someone else found a suitcase in the garbage....but their suitcase was full of LIVE puppies. LUCKY!!<br />
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<br />achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-35755487670760526592012-03-20T14:00:00.001-07:002012-03-20T14:00:55.425-07:00In the Year two thousand all the computers will go bizurk!You know you have and old phone when you misspell the word "walk" and it comes up "y2k".achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-35415715991305193782012-03-19T18:08:00.002-07:002012-03-19T18:08:26.302-07:00Pardon me?I overheard a lady on the phone today talking to Senior. It went a little like this.<br />
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Lady: "Hi! I'm Mary I wanted to talk to you about your account."<br />
Senior on the other line: "wha? You want to come clean my house?"<br />
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It reminded me of the time my grandfather called my father and somehow thought Dad was talking to him from on top of a ladder when he actually said something more a long the lines of "Can i talk to you later?"<br />
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<br />achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-52883022233499174372011-11-23T11:40:00.001-08:002011-11-23T11:47:52.373-08:00A tape deck is the only deck you can't suntan on.It is well known that I will stop a conversation just so I can write something someone said down. NO, these are not thoughtful words of wisdom or things that will change my life but they kind of inspire me and make me think.
I have a few roommates and one of them came up to me today while I was putting curlers in my hair in my room. When he saw this was going on he stated " I understand why girls put curlers in their hair I just don't understand why they take them out " . This same roommate went on to then ask me if I had a "boom box" or if any of our roommates had a "boom box" , to which I answered "no". He then looked disappointed and sadly went back down to the first floor. A few minutes later I hear him yell... " what about a ghetto blaster???" to which I answered that i was pretty sure they were the same thing. tHen just as I thought our conversation about 80's technology was completed he yells up "Walkman??? "achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-41881947944663932602011-06-18T19:36:00.000-07:002011-06-18T19:50:45.023-07:00A nice quiet recessOne morning last week the kids were inside because it was raining. When i walked in the class kids were running around, it was loud and hectic. There was no peace to be found. Then i noticed that in the center of the room, with eyes shut and a face of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">supreme</span> calm (looking seemingly oblivious to the rest of the room) was a little boy playing an imaginary flute.achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-51549844049139972272011-06-18T19:27:00.000-07:002011-06-18T19:34:36.894-07:00even pleather would be betterWe made dream catchers in class last week and some of the kids were pretty annoyed that I only brought yarn for them to make them instead of real leather. I know that might not seem that interesting but having a group of 6 year olds in your face pretty much calling you cheap can surprizingly uncomfortable.achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-19603634234736756942011-06-13T14:53:00.000-07:002011-06-13T15:07:17.220-07:00Welcome to your new life.<div>Two of my students were sen tto the office today and when I got there one was crying.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>As I got him ready for the bus I talked to him and said I already heard what had happened and we didn't need to talk about it tomorrow. </div><div> </div><div>Me: "Don't you worry about it. Tomorrow's a brand new day."</div><div>Boy:"Yeah! It's like a brand new life!"</div><div> </div><div>For some reason this was so sweet to me. His eyes were red and seconds ago tears were running down his face but the idea that he could start fresh tomorrow instantly encouraged him. Sometimes it really is that simple.</div><div> </div><div> </div>achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-18807404897120950172011-06-04T04:23:00.000-07:002011-06-04T04:35:09.751-07:00The Media<div>Its true that the media has put pressure on women to look a certain way...weight is main focus. Being thin and - not being fat preferred. Little do people know that the insect world is not immune to these pressures. Take Heart! One boy in my class in standing up against these pressures.</div><div> </div><div>Child: That caterpillar is FAT!</div><div> </div><div>Child crusader: Don't say that! We just trying to learn about caterpillars!</div><div> </div><div> </div>achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-20603852846155219402011-05-30T16:39:00.000-07:002011-05-30T16:43:31.855-07:00Do you hear what I hear?The other day I was reading my students a story when I heard music from somewhere close by.<br />Turns out, one of them had a blues emergency and was playing the harmonica in our class bathroom.achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-43241120820036059852011-05-30T16:23:00.000-07:002011-05-30T16:39:08.760-07:00The MagicianTattling is a popular pastime in grade school.<br />We have caterpillars in our classroom and I had a student tattle a rather serious offense the other day. I was told that a boy in the class had somehow got a hold of a caterpillar and was holding him where we usually read our books.<br /><br />All the clues added up: The boy had been a sort of assistant when i was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">transferring</span> the last of the caterpillars, he is sneaky sometimes, he <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOVEs</span> critters and a group of students were gathered around him looking at something in his hands...<br /><br />So I marched up to him and asked him straight up if he had a caterpillar. Then came the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">astonishing</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">moment</span> for when the boy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">slowwwwwly</span> opened his hands... there i saw it... he had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">magically</span> turned his caterpillar into .......a pencil lead.achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-27180141606949528362011-05-05T13:18:00.000-07:002011-05-05T14:02:39.042-07:00ThoraxWe have a problem in my grade one classroom.<br /><br />ANTS<br /><br />Kids love them. They love watching them, squishing them, letting them run all over their hands ...the sad thing is they love them more than math, more than writing, more than reading and more than listening to anything I have to say. This morning I had this conversation with one of these Ant lovers.<br /><br />Little girl: There's ants marching all over our classroom!<br /><br />Me: I wish they'd march somewhere else.<br /><br />Little girl: Yeah, like Newfoundland.<br /><br /><br />Lastly, I named this post Thorax because I wanted some sort of ant related term. Looks like I actually remember something from elementary other than the bat jokes I put on my grade three animal project.achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-26824419249377304882011-03-03T08:33:00.000-08:002011-03-03T08:46:39.626-08:00BLT sandcastleI love Primary.<br /><br />Yesterday I was supposed to explain to them how sand was made. I asked them first what they thought. My two favorites were 1) an asteroid hit the earth and created sand and, 2) sand is actually crumbled up peices of bread. Both were said in complete seriousness. I learned a lot. Next time i'm at the beach I intend to make a sandwich ....and watch the sky (just in case).achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-25414918456454604142011-02-11T13:05:00.000-08:002011-02-15T10:14:31.262-08:00Happy Valentimes day!Let's just start with I love that kids say ValenTIMES and not ValenTINES. <div><br /></div><div>This week a primary with a long flowing mullet informed me that he was probably going to fall in love with a girl. And then almost instantly he WAS in love with a little girl named Emily. When i asked him about it he looked at me very seriously and said " I am falling into her love". Which I thought for a five year old was very romantic.</div>achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-25455475023284500582011-01-27T11:47:00.000-08:002011-01-27T11:55:06.389-08:00Tiny winter thoughtsThe other day I asked some primarys to say their name and their favorite thing to do in the winter. A few kids said snow forts, one said snow angels, two said drink hot chocolate but my favorite of all was when a little boy said : "my favorite wintah activity is scoobeedooing!"achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-88919395377281174832011-01-21T12:13:00.000-08:002011-01-21T12:22:00.733-08:00Math sicknessMy favorite teaching moment this year happened when i was passing out math worksheets to a grade 5 class.<div><br /></div><div>Grade 5 student: "Math! i'm allergic to math!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me:" if you were allergic to math you would have a doctor's note to get out of it."</div><div><br /></div><div>- several minutes pass - </div><div><br /></div><div>Students: " um, here, i have this for you"</div><div> - Student passes me note - </div><div><br /></div><div>Note: "charles is allergic to math. Signed- the doctor"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: " How funny charles, I've never heard of any doctor names "the doctor".</div><div><br /></div><div>- Charles takes back the note and returns seconds later. The note is now signed "Dr. Einstein"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: " Your doctor is doctor Einstein?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Another kid in the class pipes up: "Dr. Einstein? uh yeah, he's my doctor too!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "Charles, do your math"</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought that was the end of it but later when i went to my desk I saw another note.</div><div><br /></div><div>Note: " Charles is allergic to french as well"</div>achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-79849398732498424202010-04-14T12:47:00.000-07:002010-04-14T13:04:38.421-07:00Catch ream ahhhhh .....is who this entry is for<div>A certain someone who is home a lot wants me to update this more AND since I love her I will. Get ready for a a DOUBLE ENTRY!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1) I was in the office of a school yesterday and a little boy came in all rattled. Usually children are sent to the office because they are bad so the acting vice principle asked him why he was there. it went like this...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Vice principle: Why are you in here?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Boy: Our class was being noisy and our teacher yelled at us really loud and now my throat hurts.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Vice Principle: So WHY are you here?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Boy: Our class was being noisy and our teacher yelled at us really loud but I was being good and now my throat hurts.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Vice princple and I make eyes at each other like...is this boy really here to tell on his teacher?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Vice principle: Go back to class.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Tip for children trying to tell on their teachers: say your EARS hurt for a teacher yelling not your throat....that just doesn't make sence.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqqlJOLzRK8x5UArEtZPYN-4-1MO9H_CorOSDNuXgd2USR0GY_RY4_fQpBbWGPPdiXdPZ9orZ-UPcgVOh5u15f4Z2juGQXLcUspz9sHqshYyqWbFA2RFnAS0-_NSIK4dXiAE6SOO8Opuq-/s1600/tattletale-image.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460085942758651538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqqlJOLzRK8x5UArEtZPYN-4-1MO9H_CorOSDNuXgd2USR0GY_RY4_fQpBbWGPPdiXdPZ9orZ-UPcgVOh5u15f4Z2juGQXLcUspz9sHqshYyqWbFA2RFnAS0-_NSIK4dXiAE6SOO8Opuq-/s320/tattletale-image.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>2. I was walking down a school hallway today and a middle aged lady was sitting with two kids.</div><br /><div>The kids were talking to her about somthing and she said " I'm really not feeling that well for that today" and then I here a little boy say in a VERY excitted voice " I know what will make you feel better......(dramatic pause)..... A SONG!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For some reason I thought that was really cute. In reality what would have made that lady feel beter was if her kids were at a babysitters and she was doing anything else.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-82089493413392916592010-03-23T10:09:00.000-07:002010-03-23T15:44:01.513-07:00I hate going to the hairdresser<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpofToFrCYxGpT6RFhDprOc5dot7yYG0fm1g_Wx56GQn1RfJqVkYcjfOeKGf9zqst6k-iORcc5dA9sSbeoYrgNUjXZ0wR9oPMbhR1IbCXwKIaDvk9Ydq7I96DduXiuRmgwsQyt0uobXXqo/s1600-h/hair.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451878213696085538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpofToFrCYxGpT6RFhDprOc5dot7yYG0fm1g_Wx56GQn1RfJqVkYcjfOeKGf9zqst6k-iORcc5dA9sSbeoYrgNUjXZ0wR9oPMbhR1IbCXwKIaDvk9Ydq7I96DduXiuRmgwsQyt0uobXXqo/s320/hair.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This picture is awesome. My trip to the hairdresser was not.</div><div>Also I had such a horrible time that I have decided not to go to ANY hairdresser again for a year. </div><div>March 23rd 2011 is the next time I'll let one of them come near me.</div>achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-52468279784715212052010-03-19T05:10:00.000-07:002011-06-13T15:24:30.634-07:00I'd Rather not say...<div>This is my cousin's favourite school story I told her last year.<div><p style="font: 12px/normal Helvetica; margin: 0px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </p></div><div>So I had to send a kid out of class one day and before I could get to talk to him in the hall the principal was knocking at the classroom door. </div><div><br /></div><div>Principal: "I think (little boy's name) is ready to behave in class now"</div><div><br /></div><div>Little boy: Nods his head with a sad face on</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "And I hope your going to use appropriate language in class as well?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Principal: "Oh.....well i hope so" (Looks at boy)</div><div><br /></div><div>Boy: nods and is sent back to his seat</div><div><br /></div><div>Principal: "So, what exactly did he say"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "I'd rather not say"</div><div><br /></div><div>-Principal brings me into the hall -</div><div><br /></div><div>Principal: "So what did he say?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "I'd kind of rather not say..... "</div><div><br /></div><div>Principal: " No, go ahead"</div><div><br /></div><div>This is where I don't remember if I could look the principal in the eyes or not......</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "Kiss my Asian balls"</div><div><br /></div><div></div></div>achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233271007771943202.post-27223591547060080122010-03-17T07:35:00.000-07:002010-03-17T08:18:24.673-07:00Playground conversationlets take some bets...I think this will last 6 month....tops. <div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><img src="webkit-fake-url://F2361655-645C-4AD8-9105-2BAECA78AB35/10168948.jpg" alt="10168948.jpg" /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">So I was at school A week ago and this is a conversation with a red headed grade four who is chubbier than the boy in this picture.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><b>me:</b> "Hi, How are you today?"</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><b>him:</b> good. (turns to his friend) "how are you today?"</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><b>other boy:</b> "good"</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><b>him:</b> "This is my best friend (says name). </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"> We met on the bus this year. I poked him and then we were friends. </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"> It was the kiss of friendship....actually it was the poke of friendship....buuuut the kiss of friendship is a real thing. </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"> It's in the medical dictionary."</p></div>achristahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02237191068550368867noreply@blogger.com0