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So we did our Spanish play today. Of course, when I say "play", I really mean 'stupid little skit thing that we performed in front of Señora, Jack Starbrach's aide, and the two or three kids who actually bothered to stay in the room. Seriously, it's no fun making costumes and painting backgrounds (which we didn't actually do this time around) and adding lines like, "Where is my shotgun?!" to Goldilocks and the Three Bears if we're not going to have an actual audience. And doing it in the evening was always fun because everyone would be having theirs at once, so all the kids would be running around the hallways in their costumes and going into the other classrooms to see their friends' plays... I mean, the general idea of the Festival skits is so ridiculous in and of itself, but when you totally screw it up just to cater to the newbie French teachers (who aren't new to teaching, just new to our school!), it just becomes... stupid.
Jenny's class at least got some second graders to come to theirs. Hmph.
This whole thing with the Great Teacher Swap of '08 is so whacked, though. First they bring in Mme. Moran to share Señora Beaton's room (?!) and help Madame and Monsieur share the load of the disproportionate amount of freshman who are taking French. Then Madame leaves, so Mme. Moran goes to take over her classes, while they bring Mme. Sanders (who has the distinction of being the teacher at our school with the most obvious dye job) out of her post-middle-school-teaching retirement to take Moran's classes. Then Monsieur leaves to have hip replacement surgery so they switch Sanders to his classes, and bring in a different sub to take over her classes, which are really Moran's classes. Wouldn't it have made so much more sense to bring in one of the new teachers to take over for Madame, leave Moran where she was, and then bring in Sanders to take over for Monsieur? Why did they feel the need to make sure that some of these kids are going to have three different French teachers over the course of the year? This is totally going to scar the freshman, guys. They're going to go into their sophomore year all, "What do you mean, it isn't normal to have a different teacher every month? You mean I'm stuck with my crappy English teacher all year?! I was counting on him being gone soon!"
Meh. So today at school wasn't all that great. Our anti-climactic Spanish play asside, I also sort of freaked out while taking a math test and started crying in the middle of class. Yeah. Logarithms can do that to you, yo.
The day wasn't all bad, though. To start out our Genre Studies unit on personal narrative, Mr. Garman read some Davis Sedaris aloud, and I was more than a little amused by the fact that one of his voices was a spot-on impression of Señor Senior Junior. I’m sure it was accidental, but still.
On a completely unrelated note, Jenny dared me to Google “Dora the Explorer porn” this afternoon, and I think she was a little disturbed at how readily I did it. The internet has ruined me.
(Entry title quote attributed to the Sedaris story we read in GS. It's pretty much the most awesome opening line ever.)
Jenny's class at least got some second graders to come to theirs. Hmph.
This whole thing with the Great Teacher Swap of '08 is so whacked, though. First they bring in Mme. Moran to share Señora Beaton's room (?!) and help Madame and Monsieur share the load of the disproportionate amount of freshman who are taking French. Then Madame leaves, so Mme. Moran goes to take over her classes, while they bring Mme. Sanders (who has the distinction of being the teacher at our school with the most obvious dye job) out of her post-middle-school-teaching retirement to take Moran's classes. Then Monsieur leaves to have hip replacement surgery so they switch Sanders to his classes, and bring in a different sub to take over her classes, which are really Moran's classes. Wouldn't it have made so much more sense to bring in one of the new teachers to take over for Madame, leave Moran where she was, and then bring in Sanders to take over for Monsieur? Why did they feel the need to make sure that some of these kids are going to have three different French teachers over the course of the year? This is totally going to scar the freshman, guys. They're going to go into their sophomore year all, "What do you mean, it isn't normal to have a different teacher every month? You mean I'm stuck with my crappy English teacher all year?! I was counting on him being gone soon!"
Meh. So today at school wasn't all that great. Our anti-climactic Spanish play asside, I also sort of freaked out while taking a math test and started crying in the middle of class. Yeah. Logarithms can do that to you, yo.
The day wasn't all bad, though. To start out our Genre Studies unit on personal narrative, Mr. Garman read some Davis Sedaris aloud, and I was more than a little amused by the fact that one of his voices was a spot-on impression of Señor Senior Junior. I’m sure it was accidental, but still.
On a completely unrelated note, Jenny dared me to Google “Dora the Explorer porn” this afternoon, and I think she was a little disturbed at how readily I did it. The internet has ruined me.
(Entry title quote attributed to the Sedaris story we read in GS. It's pretty much the most awesome opening line ever.)
