pontification #2

Middle schoolers' (midgets as some might say) backpack sizes are disproportionate to their size.
The smaller the midget, the larger the backpack or amount of contents within.

The larger the midget, the smaller the backpack or amount of contents within.

I have yet to see any midget provide sufficient evidence to refute my claim. Maybe the larger midgets can quickly transverse the school to their lockers and thus have enough time to use them. Or the smaller midgets try to make up for their diminutive size by showing their great strength.

I need to conduct more research to back up my claim.

go panthers!

Thoughts since starting at the middle school include:

1. 45 minutes is not enough time to teach and give each individual student the attention they need and deserve.

2. Aren't middle schoolers smarter than to pass a note right in front of me?

3. These kids are midgets.

4. Hearing the concert band amuses me.

5. Dress code really improves the actions of midgets.

6. The 7th grade little people are still innocent.

7. What happens to students after 7th grade?

8. The last names of "Mohawk" and "Minutes" exist.

That's all for now.

ehhs

I finished teaching at East Hollywood High School. It was a great experience. I learned to respect kids for who they are, and they will in turn respect you. Those kids were awesome and work harder than a lot of people think they do.

On my last day there I had them fill out a little paper where they wrote things they liked and didn't like about the class that I taught. Here are a few responses...

Like:

1. "You don't yell."

2. "I like you very motivating cuz u so cute."

3. "I enjoyed how you were really motivated to get us to work, even though we didn't."

Didn't Like:

1. "Gave Taylor a swear slip."

2. "I didn't like that this is your last day."

3. "I dislike nothing."

4. "You're a good teacher."

Other:

1. "I'm sort of neutral and don't know what to say."

2. "Hit the middle school kids, cuz they sucks."

Next week I start at a middle school in Provo. No more commuting!

(If you haven't kept up with things, we used to live in Murray for a year, and I rode the bus down to BYU. After moving back to Provo I have had to travel back up to Salt Lake to teach. I'm excited to get a little more sleep!)