Friday, August 29, 2008

Childhood Dreams


"A man's dreams are an index to his greatness."
-Zadok Rabinowitz

On my white board at school is the following:

When I was a kid, I had dreams I wanted to achieve in my life.
I wanted:
-to be like Daisy Duke
-to teach
-to be an actor/singer
-to become a mother
-to fall in love
-to be a bird
-to swim with the dolphins
-to meet Keanu Reeves
-to write.

The following is on the handout that I gave to each student:

1. Think back to the days of childhood. What did you want to become/do when you grew up? Are these dreams the same today? Remember this doesn't just mean employment wishes, but also wacky, creative dreams.

2. If you could pick one of those dreams, and work towards making it come true, would you?

3. What steps would be necessary to achieve your dreams? Who would be your mentors?

4. Lastly, what legacy/finger print/hand print/foot print/body print do you want to leave behind?

This is their brainstorm. Eventually, it will be come an essay, and a bulletin board reminder of what they must work for. I'll post a picture of the bulletin board when it is completed. In the mean time, allow me to explain a few of my dreams.


I was a die hard Dukes of Hazard fan as a child. It was the only way my parents could even begin to get me into the bathtub: a bribery of no Dukes until I was clean. I absolutely loved Daisy. I wanted to be Daisy, and if I could I was going to try to be just like her. Now feminists of the world, chill out for a minute and let me explain what I saw in Daisy...

Daisy was a good person. She believed in kindness and doing the right thing, no matter the cost.
Not only was she pretty, but she was smart. Countless times SHE was the one who thought of and executed the plan to get the Duke boys out of hot water. People liked her because of her honesty. She was a caregiver. She took care of Uncle Jesse and the boys. She held a job and made her own damn money. She was independent in my eyes.
I want to be the best person that I can be. I still dream of being Daisy Duke.
Dream To Reality Check

When I was little, my parents bought a big chalk board and hung it in our basement. My great aunt was a school teacher and when the county would adopt a new textbook, she would give me one copy of the old text. I would then line my stuffed animals and dolls up in rows in my basement in front of the chalkboard. I would conduct hours and hours of classroom lessons. My toys were the smartest toys in the neighborhood.

Is it any wonder that I became a teacher?
Dream To Reality Check

I have never actually been an accomplished actor or singer. In reality I can't lie to save my life, and my singing is to only be heard from the shower. Nonetheless, I have performed on the stage of the Children's Theater in Charleston, WV and sang my drunk-heart out at a karaoke bar!
Dream to Reality Check

I get a twinge of envy when I see my friends with their children. I have always wanted to be a mom. I think that I would be really good at it. I haven't had the opportunity to do that yet. However, I do consider students of the past, present, and future to be mine. I treat them like my own. Maybe my dream is slowly becoming a reality. Is it possible to have over a 1000 kids?
Dream to Reality Almost

Let's just say that I have fallen in love, twice. I'll keep those explanations to myself. I think the second time has taught me to have a great appreciation for love.
Dream to Reality Check

I wanted to glide on the wind and fly like a bird as a girl. I still want to be able to do that. It looks peaceful and quiet. I could fly any where that I wanted to and be there in no time. I never actually turned in to a bird and flew away, but I did get to para-sail one time. It's the closest thing to bird flying that I'll ever experience. It was awesome. I got to fly like an eagle!
Dream to Reality Check

I used to work with an Autistic boy in the summer time. I taught him to swim. He was deathly afraid of the water. One winter his mom took him to Florida to participate in one of the swim with the dolphin programs. Joey was never the same. He became a fish. He loved the water. We had trouble getting him out of the pool at the end of the evening. Since that time, I am in wonder at the dolphin programs. I would like to go and experience this miracle and bond that the animals have with Special Needs students.
Dream to Reality-Not yet

He is by no means the best actor on the planet, but damn is he fine! I'm afraid of ever meeting him to be honest. I would turn in to the equivalent of a Beatle-Maniac! Albeit, it is fun to loose your cool every once in a while. It reminds you of how excited you would get on Christmas morning as a kid. That kind of "pee your pants in anticipation, what did Santa leave for me" excitement! I have since then learned patience and that perhaps you shouldn't let other people's timing determine your future.

Oh well, the screen saver on my computer of him will have to be enough for now.
Dream to Reality-not yet.

I write. It is therapy. I have always written. I'm published. I will keep pursuing this dream.
Dream to Reality Check

There are more and more and more childhood dreams that I could list, but this is enough for now. I am curious as to which one will lead to my legacy. In my next revision, I'll have to think about my legacy.
What about you?

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

A Dark Cloud Hangs Over Morgantown

Unless you live under a rock, then you are well aware of the disaster that is currently happening at West Virginia University. The names Garrison and Bresch will forever be intertwined with scandal and dishonesty. I haven't yet decided on my stance as to whether I believe that Garrison should resign or be forced to resign. I'm struggling with that decision. However, one aspect of the situation that I have a definite opinion about is what happened at the graduation ceremony this weekend.

I was appalled at the behavior of the students and the teacher at graduation. The Gazette reported that they "politely" refused to shake hands with Garrison. There is nothing polite about improper HOME TRAINING! No matter what one's stance is on the situation, one should not be disrespectful. One might not respect the man in the position, but one better damn well respect the position, the office, the sanctity of a graduation ceremony, the degree, and most importantly, THE UNIVERSITY!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

An Afternoon Drive

If I wasn't going to hell before, I might definitely have a reservation now.

I'm driving home from work today. As always, I listen to the rerun of the morning's
The Howard Stern Show. Today's guest was Steven Guttenberg (Police
Academy, Cocoon, and most recently Dancing With the Stars). Howard
tells him that he knows one of his ex-girlfriends, and according to her,
Steven can do some pretty amazing things in the bedroom. Having the
juvenile sense of humor that I do, I mean come on shit and fart jokes
are the best, my ears perk up and my attention has been caught. SG
gets a bit embarrassed and tells HS that it really isn't what he
knows/does, but that he was blessed with some really, really good
genes as have all Guttenbergs that have come before him.

I'm like...really? I mean really? I'm suppose to believe that SG is
packing some major heat?!

I really should have been paying more attention to driving, my
surroundings, and what was going on around me. I am going through
driving motions at this point. My car is getting me home. I'm now
invested in this conversation.

SG admits to having a 10 inch penis when erect!

I'm shocked!

I'm also now aware of the fact that I am behind a bikers' brigade on
Kanawha Blvd and they are driving sooooo damn slowly I can hardly
handle it, but...

SG then admits that he quite the man in the girth arena as well.

I ignore the bikers. Back to penis talk. This conversation was going
somewhere.

Then I notice that there is a cop in front of the bikers. What the
hell are the bikers doing a poker run in the middle of the day? And
why would a cop be leading them?

SG has a 10 inch penis! No way!

I half ass look in the rear view mirror...I see a litany of cars with
their lights on with little flags on the top of them.

WHILE LISTENING TO SG AND HW TALKING ABOUT SG PACKING THE MAN MUSCLE,
I HAVE MANAGED TO INADVERTENTLY BECOME THE SECOND IN COMMAND IN A
FUNERAL PROCESSION FOR A FALLEN BIKER!!!!!!

Not knowing how to completely and tactfully get out of said situation,
I had to run EVERY red light on the blvd AND make the turn onto
Greenbrier Street with the procession. I think quickly, said a small
prayer to Jeebus above asking for forgiveness, and did a hail Mary turn
on to Quarrier to get home. I think they all saw me! In fact, I know
they did.

If only they knew that SG was packing a 10 inch penis!

Friday, April 11, 2008

Metaphors Be With You


I'm a word geek. Always have been, always will be. I love figures of speech-similes, metaphors, hyperbole, analogies, all of 'em. It's only natural that I am an English teacher and an avid reader. The odd part is that I have a list going of my favorite figures of speech. Some of them don't even make sense, but make for great imagery.



"She was as sexy as boots on a rooster." -Student


“Oh, Jason, take me!” she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night. -random website


"I am a sky scraper; tall, lean, and people are just bustling to get inside of me." -teacher mistake when giving an example of extended metaphor.


"She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef." -random email


"She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up."


"The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can." -Wayne Goode, Madison, ALASKA


What are your favorite figures of speech??? Come on geek out with me.




NKOTB


Question: Can they REALLY still be considered a boy band when they are all pushing 40???

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Teacher Friends

"In teaching you cannot see the fruit of a day's work. It is invisible and remains so, maybe for twenty years." ~Jacques Barzun
I'm missing my teacher friends desperately right now. I have fantastic colleagues and I have wonderful friends that I see throughout the week. However, I don't have any teacher friends here in Charleston. I became quite spoiled when I live in Berkeley Springs. I worked with the best of the best in education. Not only are they some of the best teachers I know, they are the best of the best in human beings, and I miss them, our conversations, and the way in which we provided free therapy for one another when dealing with the daily woes and waves of the business and practice of education. I miss collaborating with them. I miss not having to say anything, but being understood and understanding with a glance exactly what just took place in the classroom. I miss having people around with which to get incredibly excited at the potential of possibly changing the world. I miss the way in which teacher friends can help to rejuvenate one another. I miss it all.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

I'm out of touch.

I really must start writing again. I'll put that on the to-do list. Really, I will.