Saturday, January 16, 2010
At the end of the semester, my room always turns into a maze of piles––piles of stuff to grade, piles of yearbook pages to proof, piles of yearbook pages to complete, piles of newspaper contest entries to clip, piles of stuff I should be doing, stuff I need to do, stuff I don’t want to do…
Stuff. Lots of stuff.
Things were so hectic, I almost missed some of this chatter…
It’s all in the perspective…
I walked into the midst of a rather heated argument about the girls basketball team during newspaper. One of the sports editors was being less than charitable in his assessment of the team.
“You have a losing record,” he harrumphed.
“We don’t ever lose games,” said the other editor, who played on the varsity girls’ basketball team.
“We just run out of time,” she explained.
Hmmmm, I found that assessment rather interesting and wondered if perhaps I might be able to apply that little gem to certain areas of my life.
Things like my new fitness challenge. It would go something like this… “I’m not really fat. I just need to grow taller.”
Or let’s ramp that baby up a notch and apply it to deadlines. I’ll just tell my yearbook rep, “Oh, pah-leese, we didn’t miss that deadline. We just ran out of numbers on the calendar.”
Or maybe, just maybe, I could tell my principal, “Grades? Oh, I have grades. I just didn’t record them.”
Yeah, let’s see how those work for me.
Just call me Teom…
My editor-in-chief (who I must say is always fab-u-lous) was showing off her new necklace.
“See, I’m the ‘Stend’ and my mom is the ‘Befrie,’” she explained, pointing to her section of the sterling silver heart-shaped necklace that when put together says, “Best Friends.” She had purchased the necklace as a Christmas present for her mom.
“That’s really nice,” I said, “but I’ll never have one of those because, at any point in time, at least one of my children is angry with me about something.”
I told her if my kids ever purchased me a necklace, they would be the “Iham” and I would be the “Teom.”
It took less than a second before another staffer quipped, “Hey, we might need to buy a case of those. We could make some money.”
A few others nodded in agreement.
I wasn’t sure if I should have been disheartened that other moms share the same lot in life as I currently do, or if I should be cheered by the entrepreneurial spirit of the staff.
Fatty Fatty Two-by-Four
One of my photography classes (yes, the one that thought I lived in a necklace) was critiquing photographs. One photograph showed two sumo wrestlers.
“To capture the action,” I explained, “the photographer used a fast shutter speed.”
“Did you say a fat shutter speed?” one student quipped.
“He probably used a wide angle lens, too,” another piped in.
Hey, all you Bloom lovers out there, who’s worried now about kids applying basic knowledge to real life situations? We’re rockin’ that application/analysis/evaluation stuff here.
There you have it… We’re back to that stuff again.