Rude Ramsay & The Roaring Radishes by Margaret Atwood


Rude Ramsay and the Roaring Radishes (2004), written by Margaret Atwood and illustrated by Dušan Petricic.

Taken directly from the book jacket: Ramsay has reached the end of his rope. He is sick of dining on rockhard rice, rubbery ribs, wrinkled ravioli, and raw rhinoceros. So he and Ralph the red-nosed rat resolve to leave their rectangular residence. Along the way, they encounter the raven-haired Rillah, a romantic rectory, and a patch of roaring radishes. Together Ramsay, Ralph, and Rillah reveal that sometimes the grass truly is greener on the other side of the rampart.

Notice any kind of pattern here?

The book is riddled with “r” words.


No Summer School For Me!


I got into an argument with a parent on Friday, had a family pow-wow that could have gone pretty badly, but ended up working out pretty good on Monday. I was sick yesterday, and so I missed work as a result. Needless to say, I need a break.

My doctor agreed!

That’s why I decided no summer school for me.

One of the reasons why is that the professor of the first class was so not understanding. If I hadn’t stopped going, I would be taking my 2nd quiz today. The 2nd in two weeks. With 4 more to go.

The teacher of the 2nd class was very nice and understanding. She’s even coming up to my class to help me get things into better working order. I’m kinda’ mad that I won’t be taking the class with her. However, I was just not up to the challenge of an accelerated summer session.

Things will work out though. At least now, I can get some rest!

A Homegoing Celebration! ( A Life Well Lived!)


Yesterday was a great day. Instead of having a funeral, we had a homegoing celebration. Besides missing Mama Josie, there is no reason to be sad. She was 91 years old, she wasn’t sick, and she was still in her right mind. She went in such a peaceful way, that there was no reason to mourn.

That’s why the family and the whole church chose to celebrate a homegoing; to celebrate a life well lived.

You know how when some people die, there’s only good things said about them, and it’s a load of hooey. Well, it wasn’t that way with Mama Josie. Good things were said about her when she was alive, and they were not a load of hooey. They were all true.

She was a beautiful person. She still looked like she was in her 70’s. Everyone loved her and sang her praise. I’d definitely say that that’s a cause for celebration.

The One Where I Flew Off The Handle!


** Warning, this post is kinda’ long!**

Okay, this one’s a doozy. This is the one where I flew off the handle! This post is such a doozy because today the sh** hit the fan! The student that I was talking about, Robin, his mother came up to the class yelling and screaming.

Things were wrong from the beginning. Firstly, she came up screaming with a mean look on her face. I could see that she was in a mood to argue. The truth of the matter is that she is feeling so angry and helpless at his behaviors. She doesn’t know how to deal with him, but she expects me to know how. What she was looking for was someone to blame.

While I do feel for her, I will not bear the brunt of her anger because she has lost control of a 9 year old child. She knows perfectly well how he behaves. Everything he does at school, he does at home. Nothing was a surprise for her. She knows how he acts. She was just trying to make excuses for him.

“Hold on!” I said. We are not going to do this in front of the class. You can meet me outside.

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Batman, Where’s Robin?


Batman’s, where’s Robin? Well, although I didn’t ask Batman, I did ask my assistants that question about one of my students, Robin, who walked out of the class and was M.I.A. as I was in the process of suspending him from my classroom for the day at 8:30 (yes a.m.)

I didn’t let him in the classroom because for the past week (not an exaggeration), I have had to send him out of the classroom before recess (9:50 a.m.)

Since I had to finish testing the third graders, I did not want any disruptions. He had already told my new assistant that he wasn’t going to be good today. Whenever he doesn’t want to do work, he’ll tell me and my assistants that he’s not going to do it and he won’t.

So when he decides that he wants to do no work, I decide that he can do that somewhere else because not only does he not do work, he disrupts the class to the point where no one else can do anything. If he’s not getting the attention he feels he deserves, he will get it anyway he can; whichever way he can.

I spoke with the school psychologist who advised me to let him do whatever he wants to do to calm him down.

Are you serious????

That is sooo not my style. That was such bad advice. I think that that defeats the whole purpose of having rules. It cuts into my authority and it is just not my way of thinking. So, of course I chose to ignore that little piece of advice.

Yesterday I sent him to the teacher next door. He lasted 10 minutes before she had to send him out because he was doing the same thing. She told me that he was so disruptive that her children couldn’t even hear her because he was demanding all the attention.

I am sick of this situation. In my opinion, he is not in the right setting; in his least restrictive environment (LRE). When I have to send him out everyday (not an exaggeration), there’s definitely a serious problem.

Whenever I send him down to the office, he’s right back up twenty minutes (not an exaggeration) later doing the same thing. One time he decided that he wanted to walk on the desk. So he did. Of course, he was sent home.

I am tired of this situation. Even though there is less than a month left in school, I am not going to put up with foolishness. I want a peaceful last month of school.

Let me just mention that this behavior is not part of his disability. He just wants to do what he wants to do. If it was part of his disability, I would definitely be more gracious and patient with him. Since this is just a problem of lack of discipline and home training, I choose not to let him do it.

I will continue to do so until there is a change. If I let him run the class, who will be the next? These kinds of things have to be dealt with. So, I am dealing with it.

Thank God there is only about a month left in school!

The One With The Magnifying Glass…


I was talking to my Assistant Principal about one of my students, Mannish, who works my last, and I mean last nerve. I was telling the A.P. how difficult he is, and that I was having a hard time liking him as a person. She told me that I needed to find something about him that was good, even if I had to look with a magnifying glass.

Okay, well, I’m through with the magnifying glass and I’m on to a microscope. I am looking so hard with the most powerful microscope in the world and it is soooo hard to see the good in him. I know there has to be some good there. I just can’t seem to find it at the moment.

I am taking into account that he’s a kid. It would be fine if he acted like one. He acts like a little man. He thinks he’s a man. He does not think that he is a kid. If I tell all the other kids to do something, he will stand there and look at them like, “Okay, move it!,” to the other kids, while I’m looking at him. I have to tell him, “I’m talking to you too.”

He is always trying to get away with something. One of his favorite phrases is, “I was just…” (whatever the excuse of the moment happens to be). I have told him and the rest of the class that those words a gauge of how you’re doing; if you’re doing right or wrong. It’s also the beginning of an excuse. So now, whenever he says that I just look at him, because he knows and I know that he is starting to make an excuse.

I gotta’ go now. I need to see if there’s something stronger than the strongest microscope in the world!