Here is a video that I had to make for my school
project. I hope that you can enjoy.
10 November 2007
09 November 2007
You made the little boy cry!
Tonight James and I met my Dad and Willie at the U basketball game. This year is the 100th year of Utah Basketball and in celebration of that, fans get to vote for the All-century team! Willie picked up a couple of voting ballots for us to fill out, but there was a minor problem . . . none of the four of us had a pen. Um . . . how are we going to vote in this very important contest?
James had an idea! The little boy in front of us had been coloring during the game in his little notebook. He had a little backpack full of things to keep him entertained during the game. James very politely put on his little kid talking voice and said, "Can we borrow one of your crayons?"
"NO!," he exclaimed as he put his hand on top of the crayons to guard them.
The little boy's dad, then grabbed him and put the boy on his lap and started talking to him. A few minutes later we glanced down at him and the little boy was crying. Did James scare him? Does he jus not have to share a lot at home? Sorry we asked. We thought it would be a simple request.
Anyway . . . to end the story, about 10 minutes later, the boy jumped off his dad's lap and grabbed the black crayon. He walked to James and said, "it's okay, you can borrow it."
What a nice little boy he turned out to be!
Do you want to vote for the All-Century team? Here's your chance! Hurry, though, you only have until Sunday!
James had an idea! The little boy in front of us had been coloring during the game in his little notebook. He had a little backpack full of things to keep him entertained during the game. James very politely put on his little kid talking voice and said, "Can we borrow one of your crayons?"
"NO!," he exclaimed as he put his hand on top of the crayons to guard them.
The little boy's dad, then grabbed him and put the boy on his lap and started talking to him. A few minutes later we glanced down at him and the little boy was crying. Did James scare him? Does he jus not have to share a lot at home? Sorry we asked. We thought it would be a simple request.
Anyway . . . to end the story, about 10 minutes later, the boy jumped off his dad's lap and grabbed the black crayon. He walked to James and said, "it's okay, you can borrow it."
What a nice little boy he turned out to be!
Do you want to vote for the All-Century team? Here's your chance! Hurry, though, you only have until Sunday!
08 November 2007
Grumpy!
Yep, that's me! And yep, that's James. He is quitting school and I am quitting teaching. I think McDonald's is hiring.
Oh . . . and Happy Birthday, Dad!
Oh . . . and Happy Birthday, Dad!
07 November 2007
My Lockset
Here's an e-mail I just got from the nice night-time custodian at my school. It's been such a great year, this year at school so far . . .
"Hi Haley,
Sorry about the lock problems, one of our illustrious students jammed your lock up with a pencil lead, and when I tried to get it cleared out, it pretty much came apart in my hand, so I had to replace your keyset with another to make sure your room was locked up, but Cory's master is able to open it for you.
We are currently in process of getting your lockset rebuilt, and there should be no need for you to switch keys, but until it is replaced, you'll be needing assistance to get into your room.
Again, I'm sorry about the inconvenience.
Paul, THS Night Shift Head Custodian"
"Hi Haley,
Sorry about the lock problems, one of our illustrious students jammed your lock up with a pencil lead, and when I tried to get it cleared out, it pretty much came apart in my hand, so I had to replace your keyset with another to make sure your room was locked up, but Cory's master is able to open it for you.
We are currently in process of getting your lockset rebuilt, and there should be no need for you to switch keys, but until it is replaced, you'll be needing assistance to get into your room.
Again, I'm sorry about the inconvenience.
Paul, THS Night Shift Head Custodian"
06 November 2007
05 November 2007
04 November 2007
Students say the darndest things
It is now day 4 of NaBloPoMo. How am I doing? With nothing really to say today, I decided I would relay a story from this week at school. I told Annie the story on Saturday and she said that I should post it on the blog. The story is a little bit icky, though, so I'm just warning you.
If students use a hall pass at my school they, must take a bright orange crossing guard/deer hunting vest with them. Mine was quite disgusting. It had stains on it, a footprint, and one side appeared to have beed drug through the dirt.
Me (to 7th period Geometry): I'm sorry. You will not be able to take the orange vest with you. I took it home to wash it over the break and I forgot to bring it back. It's sitting at home on my dryer.
Student: Why did you do that?
Me: It was looking rather nasty and I thought a trip through the washing machine would do it good.
Student: Yeah, that's probably a good idea Mrs. Binggeli. I accidently peed on Miss Twitchell's once.
I (and probably other students in the class) start to throw up a little in my mouth . . .
If students use a hall pass at my school they, must take a bright orange crossing guard/deer hunting vest with them. Mine was quite disgusting. It had stains on it, a footprint, and one side appeared to have beed drug through the dirt.
Me (to 7th period Geometry): I'm sorry. You will not be able to take the orange vest with you. I took it home to wash it over the break and I forgot to bring it back. It's sitting at home on my dryer.
Student: Why did you do that?
Me: It was looking rather nasty and I thought a trip through the washing machine would do it good.
Student: Yeah, that's probably a good idea Mrs. Binggeli. I accidently peed on Miss Twitchell's once.
I (and probably other students in the class) start to throw up a little in my mouth . . .
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