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!

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"

06 November 2007

Crazy Tuessday

Super busy today. Sorry NaBloPoMo. No time to write. Here is a picture.

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 . . .