Two weeks of Minions

I have now had two weeks with this years batch of minions, and they are up to their usual tricks and I have many stories about them.

Yesterday two of the stories happened and they made me very happy. The first of them happened not in my class. Mr. S, another math teacher had one of his minions tell him that he was boring. Mr. S then said that if he wanted an exciting math teacher the minion should sign up to take a class from me, Mrs. H. The minion then replied, "Mrs. H, is like a kindergarten student who's really good at math." When Mr. S told me that story, I just laughed and laughed.

The other story happened during 7th period, the second to last period of the day. Every Friday I celebrate that I didn't kill any one, no one killed me, and I get to sleep in tomorrow by dancing to the music in the halls. Before 7th period, I was dancing in the halls and once it started I passed out papers. Half way through the process, one minion looked at me and asked, "did you just change your shirt?" "No. This is the shirt I've had on all day long." Another minion asked me if I'd been wearing the shirt in TA (2nd period) and I looked at him and said, "Yes." The whole class was convinced that I had changed my shirt right before I came into class. Mr. S thinks I should change my shirt halfway through the period sometime next week and see if they notice or say anything.

Last week, the principal shared this story with me. She told me that she walks around during lunch talking to the kids and she asked one seventh grader who their favorite teacher is. The seventh grader said, 'I think it's Mrs. H. But she's scary." The principal asked why I was scary, and the seventh grader looked up at the principal and said, "You know she wears a calculator on her leg, That's scary." The principal and I thought that was funny too.

School

School has started again. I like my classes this year, because of two things: 1. the sizes of classes are smaller than last year, and 2. I have a prep period! These two things make school a whole lot more bearable than last year.

I'm in the process of learning all of the names of my minions. I think I'm at about two periods shy of knowing all their names. It's a lot easier to teach them if I know their names. Odd, then I can tell them to stop talking to their neighbor and give them the stare down, and mostly the kids are really good.

I don't have any real complaints, and it's great. I'm having fun, and trying to get rid of a cold. Some days I really wish I could take nyquil, but I'll survive. Tomorrow's FRIDAY!!!

August Graduations

My Hero graduated from BYU this past week. I am so proud of him! It was a lot of fun to see family and play around with everyone a few last times. His family came up to visit and we got to take pictures and it was loads of fun!

My Hero also has a job for the next five or six months studying a bug. He gets to travel and catch the bugs and publish, so we're pretty excited. And the six months is the best thing that could happen to us, because he'll finish working just in time to take care of the baby that is coming!

We are both so excited for the end of February! So excited! That's our news. And no, I'm not showing at all.

Girls Camp

I spent the last week at Girls Camp in San Diego. It was tons of fun! I vollunteered to go with My Hero's Mom and we were the camp cooks! I enjoyed cooking for lots of people but it felt completely cycical, because once we had cleaned up one meal, we started on another meal. We went to the mountains and camped in the beauty. My only complaint was that there was a pleathera of Breaking Dawn books.

I had read the rest of the series and now hate Bella. I don't like her, and so I am refusing to read the books and it was all over camp, and everyone was obsessing over it. I understand everyone will have obsessions, but I don't like how my students obsess over the book and wish that they found something else to obsess over.

School starts in a week. I'm sad to go back. I've thoughly enjoyed my freedom. It will be hard to give it up.

Primary Rocks

For all of you who don't know, I am a primary teacher with My Hero. We teach Valiant 10, and there are only two boys who come every week. During the school year we have another boy who comes ever other week, when he is in town.

This past Sunday was awesome! Some days it's a trial, but most of the time it is good. This past week was awesome. We are in the war chapters and so our two 10 year old boys are always asking us questions like, "Why didn't they use flaming arrows? If I were fighting I would use a bomb. Did they plant mines?" And we have to explain to them nicely, that no they didn't use those weapons because they weren't invented. Sunday was no exception--except one of the boys started off as soon as we were in class that he found a website where you could buy tazers and oozies and all sorts of cool weapons. I let them talk for a little bit and then asked them if they wanted to hear if the Nephites had tazers in the war they were fighting this week. Both of the boys looked at me and said, very condesendingly, "They didn't have tazers. They weren't invented." I had to laugh, at least they listen to somethings I say.

Then came Sharing Time. We had it this month and so I had drawn pictures about missionary stories (Theme of the month is missionary work) and I had the boys hide them. Then as we found the pictures the boys told the story about it. I used stories like Ammon, Elder Groberg, and Seth's. I also made part of the picture be visable. They were mad at me for that. I also had to give clues so the people could find the pictures. My boys are very good hiders. There was one picture left and they called up one girl to come and find it. I had to help with this one, they had hidden it so well. Anyways, I give one clue and then answer questions and the boys are disgusted with me. All during singing time they won't sit by me and they glare at me and give me the biggest evil glares ever. I am dying of laughter. It was so funny to watch them hold a grudge.

At the end of Primary I told them that it was a good thing I was going to be gone for the next two weeks so they could have time to forgive me. Both of them looked horrified and told me, "We forgive you! Don't GO!" I told them that I had too, but My Hero would be there and they were somewhat molified.

I love those boys! They are so funny!

Monday Business

For most of first part of the month of July I went on a kick of I don't want to do anything. And so I didn't. It was really bad. I mean, a list of accomplishments for a whole day would be, "I made the bed and got dressed." And that was a good day.

But I have kicked the habit of laziness-mostly. I am still in my pajamas, but hey, I've made a few worksheets, wrote a letter, did the dishes, and organized the year on Excell for Algebra 2.

Yesterday I worked on my cross-stitch and I am going to make a quilt! I am really excited to do stuff again! It was good for me to be lazy for a week or so, but then it's good to do things again. I love life!

Blood Work

Today I went in for some blood tests, just the customary check up and it has me wondering. I never have problems getting blood taken from me when I am at a hospital, or a lab clinic. They find my veins and the blood is drawn and there is hardly any pain, just a prick.

I go to donate blood through Red Cross or other blood collection agencies and there's a problem. They dig in my arm, they comment that I don't have enough veins and they tell me I'm too little. (The agency really likes my blood, but the collectors don't.) Why is there such a big difference? Is it that good phelbotomists only work at hospitals? The rejects get sent to the donation clinics? I don't know. I will still donate, but it makes me wonder. Why is there such a vast difference between the locations?