September 5. 24 or 25 rambunctious, hormonally confused, wannabe gangster 9th graders will walk into my classroom. They really have know idea what's about to happen to them. It's great. Folks... I'm an english teacher. I don't really know how this happened... but I prayed for the right job, and the Lord, as he tends to do, answered my prayer. Teachers are a strange bunch. What was a little frightening this past week as I spent time with the other teachers...was how much I'm like them. I really jive with those pedantic dorks. I guess I am a pedantic dork. One thing that bothers me.... "Cute" Learning Posters. ugh. I hate 'um. Whatever happened to a simple classroom with movie posters or maps or student's art? Maybe I'm getting old...but I don't remember thinking snoopy was cool when I was 14. Oh well. Another concern. Anyone who knows me or has ever spent any time on IM with me knows that I can't spell to save my life. (That reminds me...The worst speller/typist in the history of IM is without doubt Anthony Joe W. It's like he's typing with meathooks while running downhill.) Anyway... I'll be asking the kids how to spell stuff. That won't entirely negate the effectiveness of my teaching... will it?  
Edit: In spite of the complaints of one NH who claims that my recent postings have lacked wit, creativity, or interesting substance... I have to post the following for many reasons. Those reasons should be self-evident. Ok Go. | 
