Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Dear "really not happy" parent,

I don't care.

Ms. Reed

Friday, November 17, 2006


I just finished teaching my very last class before THANKSGIVING BREAK! That means that I don't have to teach a single class, or be patient with a single teenager for an entire WEEK! And during that week when I am not dealing with teenagers or teaching classes or grading projects, I will be playing with my nieces and letting my sister cook me whatever I want to eat. (I'm nice like that.)

My last class of the day consisted of playing a game in which I make up rules as we go along and assign random points to random students. They loved it.

Here's a glimpse of how it went:

Um, sorry Drake. You're in the singing seat. You have to sing the answer if you want to get points.

Claire, roll the dice. If it's an even number, you get three points. If it's odd, the rest of the class loses a point.

Sounds pretty fair, huh? They had to answer physics questions along the way as well, which is how I justified everything. I think we'll play this game again sometime soon.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

soccer team name

The Macon Love. Haha.

Only because the soccer director vetoed Macon Babies.


Monday, November 13, 2006


or, the time that a student offended me and didn't care.

Wait, that's every day.

Randy: Ms. Reed, you're acting like Ms. Coleman today.

Me: How so, Randy?

Him: Well, you're cheerful and optimistic.

Me: So you're saying I'm usually grumpy and cynical?

Him: Well, maybe.


Saturday, November 11, 2006

my many (hidden) talents that require zero talent

I'm finding out this year that I have so many talents that I've kept hidden from the world for so long.

Such as JV cross-country coach. (Note: JV Cross-country babysitter)

and Dance team moderator (Note: dance team adult supervision and operator of the CD player)

And most recently, a group of my students asked me to coach their indoor soccer team that they're playing on this winter.

I thought they were joking. They were not. Luckily, my "coaching" duties require nothing more than showing up to the games and providing adult supervision. And I am SO good at that.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

it's homecoming weekend

and guess who got the privilege of chapheroning the homecoming dance?

That's right. I did.

Which meant that I spent my Saturday evening telling my students to get their tongues out of their girlfriend's mouths, and that their idea of "dancing" is just not appropriate. Joy of all joys.

And that also meant that my naive view of my students as sweet innocent children has totally gone to pot.

But on a brighter note, I got to hang out with my sister in Atlanta on Thursday. Our evening consisted mainly of sharing all the family gossip, making fun of ex-boyfriends, and drinking fancy Ritz-Carlton water. (Which, by the way, tastes no different than regular everyday water.)