| Tuesday, July 26, 2005 |
| leprosy, temp academic freedom, and things that make you go hmmmm... |
so about a month ago, i developed an itchy mother rash on my back and went to the good doctor to get it checked out. I get prescribed an antibiotic called eryc for short in order to deal with it...rare side effects include nausea and diahrea, but the doctor tells me not to worry about it cause that only happens in rare cases. Sure enough, my particular case is just like how i like my steaks and my trusty bottle of pepto bismal never leaves my side for a week... which is when my skin begins to turn red. Another visit to the doctor and i'm officially off Eryc and onto reactines and allegras to make me a normal boy ago... and then the skin starts to peel off on my hands and feet: Leprosy (or some form of dermatitis). Good news now is that the skin peeling looks to be stopping now and i'm on the mend. Bad news is with my newfound health, i can no longer use leprosy as a viable excuse to get out of swimming on fridays where we take the kids to swim at the local pool for outings. Goodbye peeling skin, hello swimming pools with "warm patches" where there should be no "warm patches". It's a love hate relationship that me and eryc have.
Microeconomics is over.... and i can live again =)
Just scored the Goowakjuy series off of friend Gord on VCD. Oh the memories. It's amazing how they manage to keep the machetes tucked up nicely in their pantlegs. I guess my fondness for shorts in the summertime (and not the ghetto thug shorts that are like Calvin's from Calvin and Hobbes which reach down to your ankles but the shorts that hit the knees) mean that the only blades i can stick up my pant legs are steak knives or swiss army knives but those suckers would have to be strapped on to my thighs and that's not a place that a boy would conceal a weapon. I mean i know i have real thexy thighs but i'd like to think that's not the last thing my victim would see before they eat my blade.
Kids say the darndest things these days. So I'm eating my lunch with the 3s and 4s and the girls start talking about future professions for me in the future. Meanwhile, i'm just happily munching on my food just listening to the usual responses of "Janitor", "Icecream scooper", "beggar", "poopoo smeller" etc... then alison spits out a rare one...
A: "i think that you Darren should be a fashion model!"
D: "really Alison? thanks that made my da....."
A: "...But i don't know if you'd be good cause you're ugly"
D: "gotcha. Back to my lunch" (i went to cry a little on my break before coming back to make the keeds run suicides for instructional recreation... cuz they like to run =))
Future profession: I'll be a model if i wanna be! A leg model at the very least cause of my tantalizing thexy thighs. And maybe work part time as a slave driver? And that's it for this post. here's some pictures! |
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an oldie but a goodie. Miss the boys! |
| posted by DarrenGene @ 11:24 PM |
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the big o w/ jamesie |
| posted by DarrenGene @ 11:22 PM |
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Summer's delicious |
| posted by DarrenGene @ 11:20 PM |
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| Monday, July 11, 2005 |
| the obligatory work update |
work officially started a week ago and it's been goot times but very much draining. The grade 3&4 kids, of whom i'm responsible, are the perfect bunch. Any younger and you have to really talk down to them and raise your voice up a few pitches to hit "motherese" and any older, they're sucking their teeth at you after everything u say. A week into camp and there hasn't been any accidents worth recording in the accident log or any real incidents that we as teachers have to worry about. What's been really fun for me to watch is how kids resolve conflicts. In this past week, I've noticed that conflicts are usually escalated when there is a visible guardian or teacher present in the room where the conflict takes place.
Jeremy is kicking a soccer ball when out of nowhere, Thomas jumps in, grabs the ball and runs away. Before saying anything to Thomas, Jeremy looks around, spots me a few feet away and yells at me: "daaaarrereennnnn! Thomas stole my ball!" and then proceeds to cry until i fetch the ball and visibly discipline thomas for theifing. Now if i wasn't there, Jeremy probably would have went after Thomas and let him know that what he did was wrong and hopefully, if Thomas plays by the rules, will give him the ball back and there will be no tears shed and both will have learned a valuable lesson: that small conflicts can be resolved rationally without aid of a third party.
Situation 2: grade 2 Thomas is playing blocks with timothy when timothy catapults one block into the air which everntually (and probably accidentally i might add) finds its way onto the top of thomas' head. The moment it hits him in the head, Thomas whips his head around for supervisors, spots me, and then literally hulks up and starts wailing like a seal. Much restraining is needed on my part after witnessing this and thomas requires 10 minutes just to cool down. So what would have happened if Thomas did not spot me? would he still hulk up? i don't believe so. The emotional reaction came only after he spotted me (the sheriff) and then tried to make his case of the great injustice that was done to his head. Here's what i think would have happened had there been no supervisors present:
the block richochettes off of thomas' head
thomas: oh my. now wasn't that unfortunate?
timothy: oh yes. Please accept my humblest apologies. That block was supposed to fall a few yards to your right. Here old friend. I belive reparations are in order. You may take this block and give my skull a good tapping if you'd like.
thomas: oh come now ol' chap. Put that block down A little bump on the noggin never killed anybody. On another note, I do believe my mouth is getting quite dry. Care to join me for a cup of earl grey?
timothy: why certainly! But we must hurry before any of those horrid teachers spot us. Can you imagine the outrage? We only have enough in the kettle for two. However will we be able to accomodate another?
Thomas: yes yes. let's hurry then. I'll get the sugars.
Yeah. Children only act like children when adults are around. In secret, they're all very mild mannered and English. Moral? Parents and teachers, supervise your kids cause we have too many brits on this earth as it is.
Peas,
dar |
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