I spent a late night in my classroom.
Again.
Did I say that?
9:30 on a school night.
(On paper I work from 8:15am-3:45pm....
but REALLY....it's more like 7:00 am to 10:00 pm.
Just giving anyone a heads up, if they're considering
teaching as a possible career choice.)
1. If the sun goes down,
you should be gone!
2. On a school night?
You=CRAY CRAY
3. You could be there
for 24 hours STRAIGHT
and still have things left to do.
4. #truth
Blek.
In retrospect of former late nights,
that's pretty early....so I guess I shouldn't complain.
Are you kidding me?
Oh wait, that's right.
One time you were there
.into.the.next.day.
Like, after midnight!
Again, You=CRAY CRAY
Worst part is that I burned my finger on my glue gun.
I hate when that happens!
I have a fabulous new glue gun that one of my
room parents bought for me.
She took one look at my sad little 1980's glue gun,
gave me a look, and said, "Are you kidding me?"
Good for her!
No....I wasn't kidding...I seriously used that thing.
My glue gun and I have seen
some good times together.
Of course, it was a hand-me-down
from my college roommate
Stop right there!
We're the same age so I can go there!
A glue gun from COLLEGE?!
Girl, we were in college shortly
after we put a hole in the
ozone layer with cans of Aqua Net.
You have a glue gun from way back then?!
Does Florida not have craft stores?!
C'mon sista!
who thought that it was crazy
that I didn't have one back in the day.
My fabulous college roommate/childhood
friend who insisted on
living with me in our slum apartment
(although she could have lived anywhere).
She chose to slum it out, because that' all
I could afford as I slaved to put myself through school.
The list of college apartments always
had a slew of amenities attached to
the name and address for students
to get a better feel of where they'd like to stay.
Well, most apartments had at least 10 different
letters representing amenities in their listings.
Our college apartment had one letter.
Just one.
"J"
We had a water heater.
That's it.
In fact, it was a topic of discussion
one night at my summer camp job,
where all around were quite entertained
to find out about my one letter apartment.
The entire apartment would
fill up only half of my classroom,
maybe I could actually squeeze 3 of those
apartments into my classroom....
I'll have to measure it out tomorrow...
AND it was for FOUR people.
No dishwasher.
No washer/dryer.
No microwave.
No air conditioning.
No disposal.
No bath.
No ceiling fans.
No TV.
No nuffin'.
No fun!
I don't even think
that we had screens
on our windows.
But I had my friend.
So, looking back, I was very lucky.
My hot glue gunning friend,
who passed on her little glue gun to me
when we parted.
A parting gift?
More like a pity gift.
Of course, I have to use my chin to push the glue stick
through the back of the glue gun....
nothing is simple in my life.
One hand holds the glue gun, the other hand holds
what I'm gluing, and my chin does the rest of the work.
Oh, Regina....you are a hot mess!
That miniature glue gun has hardened
glue permanently stuck all around it
which makes it look a little like the ship and crew
full of barnacles from The Pirates Of The Caribbean.
Well, my little glue gun as been put away,
and I now have this gleaming new, bright red,
huge, beautiful glue gun with a trigger to feed the
extra large sticks through the heated gun.
Do you still have a bag phone in your car?
Do you still have a phone with an actual cord in your house?
Do you know that TV's now have remote controls?
Just checking to see if
anything else in your life needs updating.
So....I was working on my classroom tonight,
and I whipped out my new glue gun to attach
magnet strips to the back of some of my phonics cards.
You know you're a teacher when you use and reuse and reuse
the sticky magnet strips over and over again by just
pulling them off of old laminated items,
and hot glue gunning them onto new ones.
Make do, or do without.
Mrs. Davis? Nope. More like MacGyver!
So, I was reusing old magnet strips
and gluing them when my finger slipped
and I got burned....bad!
So I yelped! And then I proceeded to try and rub
the glue off of my finger with my other hand, because
it hurt so bad! So then, I burned a finger on my other hand!
Yip! Yap! Yelp!
There was hopping at this point.
Yes. Hopping was involved.
THEN I rubbed THAT finger with my
hand that had been burnt to begin with...
and by this time I was not a happy teacher.
I re-burned the first hand on ANOTHER finger,
so now I have 3 nice sized blisters on my
hands, and several relatively numb spots.
Here are the burns on just one hand:
Your kids had BETTER appreciate these
phonics cards.
"Can you say B-B-B-burn?"
It would have been funny. Seriously.
F-U-N-N-Y to watch...except it hurt so bad.
This never happened with my little, bitty, glue gun
that likes to grow little "barnaglues" on its sides.
So....bigger does not always mean better.
Newer is not necessarily preferable to older.
And pretty does not always equal nice.
Where is a good healing spell from
Harry Potter when I need one?
Oh well....wishful thinking.
Maybe I won't get a healing spell from the wizarding world...
but maybe I can take my mind off of the pain
by making something magical.
Harry Potter Graphic Organizers:
Have your students write 3 sentences about Harry....
Harry Potter is...
Harry Potter has...
Harry Potter can...
Harry Potter Bubble Maps:
Draw a picture of Harry Potter
and write three things or three sentences about him.
Harry Potter Labels:
Label Harry Potter by writing in the words...
....or label Harry Potter by
cutting and gluing the words.
May your days be full of magic,
and your nights find you relaxing at home!
