The time has come, the time is now. Marvin K. Mooney, will you please go now?
The time has come- for me to teach Phillise how to read, that is. I have been putting off teaching her how to read long enough. I started on it, but was not consistent with it. Today, I decided was the day to get serious. So I went back to Starfall.com and am in the middle of making lesson plans for us for the rest of the week. I’m going to do it one week at a time. I guess I’m homeschooling her for the summer. Boy, I really admire homeschoolers now that I see how hard it is. Especially with your own child!
I have taught many children how to read. Most notably Dakota, who was reading on a 5th grade level when he was in kindergarten. Somehow I fell of the wagon, like I tend to do. I didn’t teach David how to read. By the time he was ready to learn, I had had Phillise. He started pre-K when she was 3 weeks old. It was all I could do just to get him to school at 11:00 and return to pick him up @ 2:20. What a joke those 3 hours were!
That’s my only excuse. That I was swamped with a brand new baby, a little boy starting pre-k, and Sam & Dakota in middle school with a bus stop time of 6:15 a.m. while trying to keep the house clean, cook and be a good wife.
Okay, now that the excuse making is out of the way. I feel ashamed of myself. Here I am, a future teacher and I have barely spent time this summer teaching my own baby how to read. Well, I am indeed Marvin K. Mooney. He did not move until it was time. Guess what, it is time.
The time had come, so Marvin went…
After early last Sunday morning, I feel like I can do anything. I’m talking about coaching my little sister through the birth of her baby. A couple of months ago we talked and she agreed that she didn’t want to have an epidural because of my bad experience with it. Even though we had that agreement, my little sister is as big a sissy as I am, so I knew that she would try to cave and have an epidural. I asked my mother if she could come get me downstairs if Danielle starting asking for one.
I had to go downstairs because there were only two people allowed in the room with her at a time. At the time it was me, my mother, and her best friend in the room with her. So I went downstairs to finish my book by Max Elliot Anderson (more next week).
She didn’t have bad labor; it was pretty mild. It progressed pretty quickly though. When we arrived at the hospital at 12:45 a.m., she was experiencing slight labor pain. The nurse checked her and determined that she had dilated 5 cm. That was @ 1:30 a.m. By the time I changed places with my mother at 3:30, she was crying like a big ole’ baby. She tried to get an epidural, but she was already fully dilated, so she couldn’t get it. I went in the room, calmed her down and helped her through the pain with Lamaze breathing. She said that she was glad that I was there. I was happy to be there for her.
At about 3:30 a.m. they take her to the birthing room. At this hospital, permission from the doctor is required to have more than one person in there. Even though she got permission from her doctor ahead of time, her doctor wasn’t there, so we had to wait for the nurses to call her doctor. They weren’t able to get in contact with the doctor so finally the resident on call ok’d it. Continue reading “Ties That Bind & Bind and Bind…!”
THE ABCs FOR FIRST YEAR TEACHERS
- Admit your mistakes — and learn from them.
- Be firm but flexible.
- Communicate with parents.
- Develop a homework policy — and stick to it.
- Empower your students; don’t just lecture to them.
- Find time to attend after-school events.
- Get to know all the teachers in your school and make friends with the cooks, custodians, aides, and secretaries.
- Have the courage to try something else if what you’re doing isn’t working.
- Institute a clear discipline policy — and enforce it consistently.
- Just listen — both to what the kids are saying and to what they’re not saying.
- Keep a journal.
- Learn your school’s policies and procedures.
- Model desired attitudes and behavior.
- Non carborundum ignorami. (Don’t let the imbeciles wear you down.)
- Prepare interesting lessons.
- Quit worrying and just do your best.
- Remember that you teach students first, then you teach whatever academic discipline you learned.
- Stay alert.
- Take pictures.
- Understand that the learning process involves everyone — teachers, students, colleagues, and parents — and get everyone involved.
- Volunteer to share projects and ideas, and don’t be afraid to ask others to share their ideas with you.
- Work within your limits.
- Xpect the unexpected — and plan for it!
- Yell if you need support.
- Zero in on your strengths, not your weaknesses. (Remember — nobody’s perfect)
I love books so much that it’s hard to narrow down the ones that I want to review. I could review a book a day and it still wouldn’t scratch the surface. This book that I chose today was an easy choice. It is one of my favorite books. It is written by Robert Munsch and illustrated by Helene Desputeaux; it’s called Purple, Green & Yellow.
In the book, the title character, a little girl named Brigid, has to have markers just like her friends. At first she just wants the kind that wash off with just water. She begs her mom for them; her mom relents and buys them- 500 washable coloring markers. She draws lemons that are yellower than lemons, and roses that are redder than roses, and oranges that are oranger that oranges.
Next, she wants markers that smell. Finally she works her way up to these indelible-never come off- even when you scrub markers. They’re so beautiful that she colors everything with it; her fingernails, her hands, her face, her belly button and even her dad. He just doesn’t know it.
She has a great idea, she reaches down into the bottom of the coloring markers and gets a special-colored marker the same color as her. What happens next? You’re just going to have to read the book and find out.
This book will make you laugh and smile all the way through. I would say that kids as young as five will enjoy having it read to them. The time to read it independently is about 3rd-6th grade.
Read it and enjoy!
My husband is a very caring, compassionate and sympathetic listener. As a result, many people come to him with their problems. The problem is when those who he have lent a shoulder to to cry on don’t return the favor. At his old job there was this guy, Amir, who always had a sob story, even though he lived in a mansion in Chatsworth. One time, the guy even had the nerve to complain about the maid not cleaning his room the way he wanted her too. Serious- no joke.
Anyway, he was always crying on my husband’s shoulder about some imagined ill or wrong done to him. Amir loved talking to my husband because he could always depend on him.
The time came when my husband needed a shoulder to cry on so he went to the one who always cried on his-Amir. Continue reading “Don’t Become A Verb! (Conjunction, Junction, What’s Your Function?)”
I was wondering if anyone else out there is having this problem that I am. I write just like I talk so I have posts saved up for days that I schedule to post. Last night, two posts that I scheduled for the 29th and the 30th showed up. I went to my dashboard to check and make sure that I didn’t accidentally schedule them all for the same time. I checked; I didn’t.
The way that I made them go away was by editing them. Then they returned to lala land. Is anyone else having this problem with future postings coming up early?
Yes, today is my birthday. My 37th. The only thing that I want to do is go to see the Simpson movie since they chose such a great day for it to come out. So needless to say, I will not be doing a lot of posting today. I will be out doing something for me.
Until next time. Hasta la bye-bye!