I am sick and I blame it entirely on Prince Edward. I have him in my cell group and his prayer request was that his "sipon factory" (snot factory) would stop working and then he proceeded to blow his nose loudly and dramatically and spread his germs with the force of a miniature typhoon. He definitely suffers from a man cold, not to mention an arm injury that caused him to moan and groan in class and write with the air of a martyr.
"Oh it burns!!!!! Will you grade handwriting??? You should be thankful I'm even trying to write! Ooooooh!!!"
His mother called me to ask me why he got a low score on an ungraded worksheet because he didn't really understand it (it was a more complex topic that we're not going to cover in depth anyway so I'm not concerned about it) and essentially told me that if it's graded, I'd better explain it to him properly or I'd be hearing from her again. And I wonder where the Prince gets his drama...
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Free Wifi! Webcam picture for Facebook during dinner...
How cool are we?!? |
I discovered the secret to teacher heaven... bribe the little rascals! They'll do anything for a peso lollipop. I now have a supply of different candies to keep it interesting. They're more motivated by candy than merits. Teaching writing is so miserable, so I've started doing it in smaller groups with the incentive of group points based on how they help each other and how they participate. It works wonders. Hahahaha. They're in the process of writing fables and they want that candy. Plus, they learn both how to write AND how to take responsibility as a group. One class got mad because their classmate lost their class brownie point for the day by doing something foolish last minute before class ended. Peer pressure does wonders. :P
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Teacher role models:
"Study hard, kids, so you can grow up, get a job, buy coffee and donuts!" |
Last night I hung out with Joash, Cecile, and Sarah (from England). Sarah is going back to the UK next week, so we got together. I didn't want to go because I was sick, but Joash bullied me into going and said "You're not sick! Just believe..." even though I told him I'd get him sick. Well guess what, Smarty Pants, he's sick today. We ate in the food court and then walked High Street and stopped in to get donuts at Krispy Kreme. My mom told me I should hang out in the adult world... I think it was rather ironic that Joash was part of the supposed "adult" world. He was checking out the action figures while I checked out the book store.
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| Joash treated us to free water. |
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| Crazy-good donut |
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| The man with the cup. |
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| Cheerful servant's hearts |
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| Entertaining the church's baby... |
Anyway, in other news, Happy Birthday to MCBC. We're almost the same age! That means I'm really almost 24?!?? And, as I saw on someone's Facebook status, "I'm 24 and still not married or dating! That must be a PBU record!" Annnnnnnd that's about it. Peace out!
