Excuse me. I know I'm supposed to be [fill-in-the-blank with any of the 100 items on my To Do list] right now, but this is important.
I'm sitting here, totally focused and in the zone and grading and getting stuff knocked off the aforementioned To Do list, and all of a sudden, I came across something that I had to blog about. Which is how I wound up here.
Today in class, we started talking about subtraction story problems. We did an activity where I passed out an index card, gave students an equation, and had them write out a story problem to go with it.
One of the index cards has this written on it:
"I have 76 bags of fake snot. I use 48 bags of fake snot. How many fake snot bags do I have now?"
.......I'm dead serious.
But wait. It's not over. I continue on to the next index card. This one says:
"Jelly has 92 balloons. She gives Peanut Butter 54. How many does Jelly have left?"
And then our fish made an appearance:
"Brad Rudolph has 92 scales. He loses 54. How many scales does he have now?"
These are pretty good, I think to myself. I start to feel all proud of my kids' creativity. And then, just when I think it can't get any better, they add some emotion:
"I had 76 Lego Harry Potter video games. I finished 48 of them! WHOOOOOO! How many did I still not finish?"
"I had 63 fish and one was named Brad Rudolph and I loved him so much and I gave 35 away but not Brad Rudolph. How many fish do I have now?"
Cuties.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
The Perfect Valentines Day, revised
Remember that one time when I posted a blog about what I think the perfect Valentines Day would consist of?
I changed my mind.
Here's what the perfect Valentines Day would actually consist of:
"Mrs. Baggett!! Did you know Miss Connor is getting married?
"....What? No, I don't think so."
"No, she is! We saw her, there's a man with her and he brought her flowers and....I think she just got proposed to!"
"No, that's just because it's Valentines Day. That's her boyfriend."
"GO ASK. She's getting married, I'm serious."
(in my room....) "I just had to come in here, because my kids are convinced that you're getting married."
"What! Stephen, what are YOU doing here? Did you bring Miss Connor flowers?"
"Yeah..."
"Why? Because you love her?"
*Everyone in unison: "You love Miss Connor, you love Miss Connor...."
"Okay now, that's not having an appropriate mouth. Let's get lined up for CAMP."
"Is Stephen staying?"
"No, he has to go to class."
He leaves.
"Stephen is pretty buff."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. Why did he bring you flowers?"
"Because it's Valentines Day...."
"And he's in love with you!"
"Oh, really? Is that why he brought flowers?"
"Yeah. Are you in love with him?"
"What do you think?"
"Yeah, you are. Because you're smiling!"
"Oh, that means I'm in love with him?"
"Well, that, and he brought you flowers...."
Tooooo continue:
I think it would be nice, if every girl in the world believed that her boyfriend was better than every other girl's boyfriend. Which is why I don't feel bad saying, right now, that my boyfriend is better than yours :)
I changed my mind.
Here's what the perfect Valentines Day would actually consist of:
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| this breakfast, plus blueberry oatmeal being delivered to his apartment butt-early in the AM |
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| this note stuck under the beautifully-scraped off windshield of a certain Cassidy Jane Carbaby |
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| these being delivered to my school in person by the cutest boy |
"Mrs. Baggett!! Did you know Miss Connor is getting married?
"....What? No, I don't think so."
"No, she is! We saw her, there's a man with her and he brought her flowers and....I think she just got proposed to!"
"No, that's just because it's Valentines Day. That's her boyfriend."
"GO ASK. She's getting married, I'm serious."
(in my room....) "I just had to come in here, because my kids are convinced that you're getting married."
"What! Stephen, what are YOU doing here? Did you bring Miss Connor flowers?"
"Yeah..."
"Why? Because you love her?"
*Everyone in unison: "You love Miss Connor, you love Miss Connor...."
"Okay now, that's not having an appropriate mouth. Let's get lined up for CAMP."
"Is Stephen staying?"
"No, he has to go to class."
He leaves.
"Stephen is pretty buff."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. Why did he bring you flowers?"
"Because it's Valentines Day...."
"And he's in love with you!"
"Oh, really? Is that why he brought flowers?"
"Yeah. Are you in love with him?"
"What do you think?"
"Yeah, you are. Because you're smiling!"
"Oh, that means I'm in love with him?"
"Well, that, and he brought you flowers...."
Tooooo continue:
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| this pinata that I made |
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| and that had all this stuff inside of it |
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| this amazing restaurant for dinner |
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| this movie for afterwards. (or was it another one? who knows. the conversation in the audience was riveting. |
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Carshopping
Is something I do not miss. I imagine this is how people feel when they hate dating and then they get married....anyway. Ever since finding Cassidy Jane Carbaby, my life has been significantly better.
Recently, I was reminded of this when Nicool posted on my wall to say that our facebook conversations are really funny, and I should look at them again. I did, and found this little gem:
Recently, I was reminded of this when Nicool posted on my wall to say that our facebook conversations are really funny, and I should look at them again. I did, and found this little gem:
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Free Food and Pure Poetry
Sometimes, when I am off-track, I spend the day at a carnival. Not on purpose, really - I always mean to go to UVU to go to classes and study with my friends, but I always wind up with my arms full of cotton candy, popcorn, a free necklace or two, and fliers. So it would appear that I went to a carnival instead of a university, like I meant to.
Anyway, I might as well just admit that I know it is going to be a carnival before I even pull into visitor parking. I know that I will be offered food, and I know that I will graciously accept. So when I walk in, and the library is to my right, I breeze on past it and wander down the hall in the opposite direction until somebody feeds me.
This works out especially well when my best friend, being a model citizen, wants to eat healthy, but she still takes a bag of popcorn and hands it off to me so I can give it to a certain perpetually hungry boy who is studying in the library. Hashtag, Caitlinisthebestfriendandiamthebestgirlfriendever.
(Sorry for hashtagging but I don't think it's quite as bad if you write out the word hashtag so everyone knows you're being ironic even if secretly you kind of like it but you just know that it's frowned upon because people overdo it so you don't want to be one of those people so you write out the word hashtag so people think you're being ironic even though secretly you kind of like it but you just know that it's frowned upon because people overdo it so you don't want to be one of those people....really sorry)
So anyway, while planning lessons in the library today, I decided that I want to teach my kids about cinquain poems for Valentines Day. Google was surprisingly unhelpful, so I just went ahead and wrote my own cinquains to use as examples. Here is what I came up with:
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| And if you know me at all, you'll know that that is just fine with me. And I'm sorry if this gif gives you a seizure. |
Anyway, I might as well just admit that I know it is going to be a carnival before I even pull into visitor parking. I know that I will be offered food, and I know that I will graciously accept. So when I walk in, and the library is to my right, I breeze on past it and wander down the hall in the opposite direction until somebody feeds me.
This works out especially well when my best friend, being a model citizen, wants to eat healthy, but she still takes a bag of popcorn and hands it off to me so I can give it to a certain perpetually hungry boy who is studying in the library. Hashtag, Caitlinisthebestfriendandiamthebestgirlfriendever.
(Sorry for hashtagging but I don't think it's quite as bad if you write out the word hashtag so everyone knows you're being ironic even if secretly you kind of like it but you just know that it's frowned upon because people overdo it so you don't want to be one of those people so you write out the word hashtag so people think you're being ironic even though secretly you kind of like it but you just know that it's frowned upon because people overdo it so you don't want to be one of those people....really sorry)
So anyway, while planning lessons in the library today, I decided that I want to teach my kids about cinquain poems for Valentines Day. Google was surprisingly unhelpful, so I just went ahead and wrote my own cinquains to use as examples. Here is what I came up with:
Cupid
Sneaky, Romantic
Hiding, aiming, enchanting
A cherub of love
Matchmaker.
Cassidy Jane
Silver, Adorable
Revving, singing, racing
My cute little automobile
Carbaby.
Brad Rudolph
Flashy, Squiggly
Darting, swishing, bubble-blowing
A fish like no other
Betta King.
Stephen
Intelligent, Hungry
Chomping, disrupting, kissing
Getting A's on all his tests
Boyfriend spaz.
In other news, Stephen loved the free popcorn I gave him. And I'm sure everyone in the quiet section of the library loved me for bringing it.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
The Perfect Valentines Day
Iiiii think, would consist of:
.......sorry that food is my love language. Maybe there would be a little bit of this too:
I know Valentines Day is about spending time with your valentine.....and I know that I scored lowest on Receiving Gifts on the Love Languages test. But commercialism isn't such a bad thing :)
.......sorry that food is my love language. Maybe there would be a little bit of this too:
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| That is cran-raspberry-apple juice in the background.... |
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| This would actually just be perfect on any day. |
I know Valentines Day is about spending time with your valentine.....and I know that I scored lowest on Receiving Gifts on the Love Languages test. But commercialism isn't such a bad thing :)
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