http://www.youtube.com/user/WeCan08
Hm. Mmmmm. Wouldn't it be nice.... yes, we can. It's a choice.
My friend and fellow art teacher has great blogs (http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=170515896) and ideas for other artists/teachers. Love ya, D.
Monday, February 18, 2008
About the Dance....
Ok.
I spent the last 2 weeks in my classes making decorations for the St. (... there was a lesson in itself: Ms. Hunter, what is that "St." for?) Valentine's Dance. It was like I was a kid in middle school again; made me think of my first sock hop (and why I'm not gonna like my son turning 12, but that's another post)... The Dance began at 7 and ended at 9:15 for me when I could take the noise no longer. My feet hurt from teaching all day, but if The Dance had met with my (I know, too) high standards, I wouldn't have minded. I groaned when I realized that I sounded just like my parents when they first heard the Beatles in the 60's. The music all sounded the same... like some demonic hypnotechno chant.... I had expected hip hop, what happened??? Only one song sounded different, began with a melody and a beat, got my hopes up, then dashed them on the rocks. Yikes. Zounds. I could hear my pacemaker flip flopping. I couldn't have danced if my hips and knees had even wanted to work properly!!!
Well, the decorations looked great, and I was surprised at how some things don't change. The kids spent the first 45 minutes lining the walls waiting for someone to break the ice and dance. The girls spent the next 45 minutes dancing for the boys. Then, finally the boys got up the nerve and joined in. That was when I lost interest. The dancing looked like a bad version of what we used to call "the jerk." If anyone wonders why unwed pregnancy rates are what they are, watches hip hop music videos and still doesn't understand.... dah. I even said something in class about submitting requests for songs that weren't vulgar and one student said, "Ms. Hunter, do you ever listen to hip hop?" Ok. I tried. I like the beat, wish the lyrics were clean. A brother in my Church who is very into rock (has a livingroom full of speakers, drums, guitars, etc.) says, "Well, you know, it's the lyrics that ruin everything." Well said, Harvey.
My expectations won't get in the way next year.
I spent the last 2 weeks in my classes making decorations for the St. (... there was a lesson in itself: Ms. Hunter, what is that "St." for?) Valentine's Dance. It was like I was a kid in middle school again; made me think of my first sock hop (and why I'm not gonna like my son turning 12, but that's another post)... The Dance began at 7 and ended at 9:15 for me when I could take the noise no longer. My feet hurt from teaching all day, but if The Dance had met with my (I know, too) high standards, I wouldn't have minded. I groaned when I realized that I sounded just like my parents when they first heard the Beatles in the 60's. The music all sounded the same... like some demonic hypnotechno chant.... I had expected hip hop, what happened??? Only one song sounded different, began with a melody and a beat, got my hopes up, then dashed them on the rocks. Yikes. Zounds. I could hear my pacemaker flip flopping. I couldn't have danced if my hips and knees had even wanted to work properly!!!
Well, the decorations looked great, and I was surprised at how some things don't change. The kids spent the first 45 minutes lining the walls waiting for someone to break the ice and dance. The girls spent the next 45 minutes dancing for the boys. Then, finally the boys got up the nerve and joined in. That was when I lost interest. The dancing looked like a bad version of what we used to call "the jerk." If anyone wonders why unwed pregnancy rates are what they are, watches hip hop music videos and still doesn't understand.... dah. I even said something in class about submitting requests for songs that weren't vulgar and one student said, "Ms. Hunter, do you ever listen to hip hop?" Ok. I tried. I like the beat, wish the lyrics were clean. A brother in my Church who is very into rock (has a livingroom full of speakers, drums, guitars, etc.) says, "Well, you know, it's the lyrics that ruin everything." Well said, Harvey.
My expectations won't get in the way next year.
Beginning Anew... again:0)
Ok. I've had so much fun reading my friend Shellie's blog (I didn't realize the things that crack me up daily might add joy to someone else's life, too). She is a hoot and if you are a mom, you'll relate. Check her out. Often, at lunch with the other connections teachers, we share some of the ridiculous events in our classrooms. We've mentioned on more than one occasion that we should blog instead of discussing ways to annihilate our kids. So, today, on a day off, (President's Day, try explaing the evolution of that one to a 9 year old), I'm reading Shellie's blog, finding her links to other beautiful mom's blogs and thinking... I'll do this.
My most recent thought: How good am I at following the Spirit when I take off after church for an unplanned road trip... right through the middle of downtown Atlanta during a tornado watch. We survive only to be awakened just as we are about to go to sleep at my mom's house that evening, by a phone call from my neighbor friend who is in Chicago airport, realizing that she has left her house keys in Wisconsin and would I leave her spare key under her doormat? Well, ya, I would, but I'm 2.5 hours away. grrrr. On top of that... I get up to go for a walk this morning, having a great time taking pictures in the dark, sun almost coming up... and a neighborhood school bus barrels down the country road, leaving me with thoughts like, "Maybe this county's schools aren't off today?" Yea, you guessed it. I drove for 2.5 hours, through ideal tornado conditions only to find out all the kids my son wanted to play with should be in school today. Key word: should. :) Hooky!
so, here I sit, on a perfectly good day off from work in a house with 4 kids and not enough on the walls to trap all the noise. Heaven will be quiet, I'm sure of it!
My most recent thought: How good am I at following the Spirit when I take off after church for an unplanned road trip... right through the middle of downtown Atlanta during a tornado watch. We survive only to be awakened just as we are about to go to sleep at my mom's house that evening, by a phone call from my neighbor friend who is in Chicago airport, realizing that she has left her house keys in Wisconsin and would I leave her spare key under her doormat? Well, ya, I would, but I'm 2.5 hours away. grrrr. On top of that... I get up to go for a walk this morning, having a great time taking pictures in the dark, sun almost coming up... and a neighborhood school bus barrels down the country road, leaving me with thoughts like, "Maybe this county's schools aren't off today?" Yea, you guessed it. I drove for 2.5 hours, through ideal tornado conditions only to find out all the kids my son wanted to play with should be in school today. Key word: should. :) Hooky!
so, here I sit, on a perfectly good day off from work in a house with 4 kids and not enough on the walls to trap all the noise. Heaven will be quiet, I'm sure of it!
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