Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Let's all do the dance of joy as we check off Week 1. Once again to my astonishment, I survived.
|My Little Ninja Protector|
Somewhere I have sheet a paper that says I need to turn in some sort of department goal for this school year. Since I am a department of one, I asked myself, "Self, just what sort of goals should we have this year?"
If most of you are like me or my Self, you have goals that you turn in to the PBs. And by PBs, I'm not talkin' about Peanut Butter here. No siree, Missy, we're talkin' about those Powers That Be.
Most of us write PB goals that sound something like this… "Students will learn blah blah blah that will provide them with blah blah blah to successfully integrate blah blah blah utilizing existing technology and resources blah blah blah…"
Given that formula, I can pretty much knock out my PB goals pretty speedy quick. Mine probably will go something like this: "Students will learn skills that will provide them with the tools to successfully integrate and expand their print journalism skills into a web-based journalism site."
We all know, though, that PB goals are not really real goals. While our PB goals are turned in and make their way to the bottom of someone's filing cabinet or in a box in Warehouse 13, our real goals don't get turned in anywhere. Hails bails, most of the time they don't even make it out of our brain.
So, shhhhhhh, I'll share mine with you. Drum roll, pah-leese… Richie's real goal for this school year is simply this…
I will become Ninja teacher. I will fly under the radar. I will not fly above the clouds.
I even have a little Ninja guy my BFF Jennifer gave me. I wear him around my neck along with my ID badge and room keys. According to the little card that came with him, my little Ninja guy supposedly will hide me from my enemies.
Trust me, I need all the help I can get.
I even dressed in all black the other day. Stealth. That's me. I am Ninja teacher.
When I told some of my school teacher buddies about me flying under the radar, there was a tad bit of snickering.
And maybe just a bit of smirking.
Oh all right, yes there was some betting going on, too, on just how long this Ninja thing will last.
Well, I just have one thing to say to y'all Ninja Naysayers and Haters, "I am Ninja… you won't hear me roar."
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Woo-hoo! The Education Buzz–Life's a Carnival is up and running over at I Want To Teach Forever. There are lots of great posts for those of you who want to be in the know on what's buzzing about the EduSphere. So go on and really get back to school and see what's happening. You'll be glad you did.
Don't forget that the next Education Buzz will appear right here on Wednesday, September 7. You can submit your entries using this handy, dandy form. Just be sure that you do so by Saturday, September 3 before 5 p.m. CDT.
Oh, and if you would like to host a carnival, pah-leese let me know by emailing me at email@example.com.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
|What Howard really thinks|
Monday, August 15, 2011
|Harry Potter summons his Patronus to protect him.|
(3) Technology never consistently works when it's raining outside.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
[Let's start the school year off right toward a healthier, leaner year. This article (still written by me) was first published as Get Ready for the 'I'm-Frying-In-My-Own-Fat' Weight Loss Challenge on Technorati.]
The 40 days of consecutive 100 plus degree temperatures ended just two days shy of matching the 1980 record of 42 consecutive 100-degree days.
I must admit it was somewhat of a disappointment for me as well as for others. One meteorologist told The Dallas Morning News, "It's the ultimate slap in the face. It's like your horse was in first place, and before crossing the finish line, it decided to stop running."
After all, if you have to survive 40 days of walking on the face of the sun, you might as well have bragging rights to breaking the record and surviving.
Of course, this wasn't the only numeric recording that failed dismally. It just wasn't marked with much fanfare. Now into my (cough cough) something year of attempting to lose weight, I have once again allowed my summer to pass with only one less pound to not show for it.
Sad I know.
All this hot air got me to thinking that perhaps it's time to launch the "I'm-Frying-In-My-Own-Fat" Weight Loss Challenge. Anyone else up to it?
It's not that I'm stupid when it comes to this. It's not that I don't exercise. I do. Even the training for the 3-day 60 mile walk for the Cure last year wasn't enough to shed the baggage.
And it's not that I don't eat well. I do. I don't eat fast food. I avoid fried foods. I don't drink sodas. I know it's all about portion control, and therein lies the problem. No self control, I suppose.
I know that there are programs out there to help people like me. My BFF has lost close to 30 pounds on one such program.
But I'm not much of a joiner in that regard, and I certainly don't have the money after my beach house in Denton renovation. I'm stubborn enough to believe if I set my mind to it, I can do it.
Dumb, I know.
I even got on that Oprah-Doctor-Oz Bandwagon and purchased that You on a Diet book last summer. I got to page 95.
Pathetic, I know.
But maybe, just maybe, if I have to publicly document my success and failure, I will finally lose some weight. So Monday, August 15 begins my official start of my "I'm-Frying-In-My-Own-Fat" Weight Loss Challenge. At the very least, it'll be an amusing distraction.
Here's the challenge: Let's try and lose some weight. Weigh in every Monday. You don't have to tell how much you actually weigh, just how much you lose or gain each week. Everyone says it's a good idea to log that sort of thing and keep track of what you eat and what you did.
Perhaps some public humiliation will work.
Or maybe not.
But what do we have to lose?
Except that fat.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
And, if I did, my apologies.