Friday, February 26, 2010

Adorable/Awkward/Hilarious/WTF?! child moment of the day

This may fall under "Things to do with 4 year olds on a Friday afternoon when you want to entertain both them and yourself," but either way, I GOT STICKERED!!!

It was in celebration of the 100th day of school, which was actually yesterday, but I wasn't available for stickering yesterday. Remember when 100 was THE BIGGEST NUMBER EVER?!! I do, and I was reminded today when the preschoolers, very gently to my surprise, attached 100 stickers to me as I sat in a chair and submitted to their cuteness. I'm sure I'll have a chuckle later on when I reach in the washing machine and pull out the fifty or so pieces of paper saying "Great Job!" "Shine!" (with image of smiling sun) "WOW!" "KEEP IT NEAT!" and "SUPER!"

Also, one of the preschoolers personally counted to 100 in front of me, showing that he could, in fact, complete the almost impossible task of counting that high.









Reading

I am currently taking a course in "teaching reading" in grad school. Despite some shortcomings in my expectations from the teacher, I am finding the class interesting in that it is making me think back on how I've developed (or in some ways, not developed) my ability to read. I remember really disliking having to read books in school. Even the books who's stories I really enjoyed. Reading seems to be one of the only pleasures in life that I am able to really slow down and enjoy. Perhaps this is better said: reading is one of the only pleasures in life that I am not able to consume at an enormous rate. I remember enjoying being read to very much. I remember memorizing Dr. Seuss books and not letting my parents get one word wrong when they read them to me. I remember laughing, crying, blah, blah, blah. But I just HATE reading on a deadline, and it shows.

Right now, I think I have a book mark in four books, all of which I have been reading for much longer than I care to admit for how short they are. I'm always impressed with those people who can sit down and read for a whole day, just knocking our book after book. I am not one of those people. I'm not sure what it is, but when I am really enjoying a book. I like that I can get my satisfaction in and still know that there will be more the next time I pick it up. There's certainly also a part of me that can't sit still that long staring at a book, which is really too bad, because I don't seem to have that trouble when it comes to tv, even when there's nothing on. Either way, I know that when I get a really good book in my hands, I feel this sense of disappointment when it ends.

I've heard other people talk about how much they just want to get to the end of a book. They just power through and move on as soon as they can. It certainly doesn't work that way with me. I mean, everything else in life, I seem to have no problem taking in excess if it gives me some sort of pleasure. I'll be slurping down a delicious beer or glass of wine or inhaling a tasty (and often expensive) meal without pause, but when it comes to a good story, I (perhaps due to my lacking ability) seem to be able to steady the pace and "enjoy the journey" with ease. I often rate how much I like a book by how much I wish it wasn't over upon reading the last page.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Adorable/Awkward/Hilarious/WTF?! child moment of the day

This could be the greatest WTF moment yet. During an after school "Future Problem Solvers" session in the tech lab where the students were researching disaster recovery in third world countries, one of the seventh grade girls asked (I wrote this down so that I would get it right word for word), "Is there a shipping fee on orphans?"

Wow.

Too soon? Too soon?

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

adorable/Awkward/Hilarious/WTF?! child moment of the day

So this little boy (a first grader) comes up to me during lunch to inform me that some of the people sitting at his table at lunch just said that god is a made up concept and anyone who believes in god is stupid - yes, the lunchroom conversations at this school involve religion and philosophy mixed with the usual shit talking. He went on to say that they were certainly entitled to their opinion but that he "is a Christian" and found it offensive that they would say that kind of thing. He also mentioned that he knew that "they are Christians" and that they ought to be more respectful of their religion. Finishing his statement he asked me if I would go over there and tell them that what they were saying is wrong and that god does exist.

Sometimes I think these kids take on a little too much emotional baggage...