"look ms. becker! molecule dogs!"

allow me to set the stage....

students at lab tables doing an activity that involves building molecules out of molecular lab kits to help them visual the actual 3D structure of the molecules.

students asking needing my help because they don't get it. don't get it because they refuse to build the molecules because they are there during the seminar time and would rather be having free reign of the school then actually using their time constructively.

me running around attempting to help all sixteen of them at the same time. gimping around with HUGE blisters on both feet forming, because of yes a unfortunate self inflicted shoe choice. spinning around to to repeat....just build it! when I hear:

"look ms. becker! molecule dogs!"

apparently I am teaching myself as a student because I almost stopped helping other people so I could admire.

and now maybe they sit on my desk.

"did you ever know that you're my hero"

8:51 pm: phone call from claires

c: "ams, the metra was supposed to come at 8:42. it's not here"

me: "claires, its only 8:51...nine minutes late is totally on time for the metra."

c: "is it weird that there is nobody else here waiting?"

me: "well it is 9 pm on a saturday night...why would any one be riding the metra now?"

c: "its dark. and I'm IN THE SUBURBS"

me: "ok claires call nick on his phone mine is dying and Im driving"

after discussing if claires knows how to read the metra schedule we decide to do a quick internet search for the metra schedule ourselves...thank you data plan that save me money AND saves the day.

of course there are no red lights to be found, and so frantically search the internet while driving and dodging the multitude of cops that lined oakton. finally handing the phone over to nick.

nick: "does this thing scroll sideways?"

me: "no. why?"

nick: "well there was a 7:42 metra....and the next one's not till 11:12"

c: "what? but I read the schedule"

nick: "there was one at 8:42 AM"

frantic map scrambling...megabunny taxi is on its way. to retrieve claire from the *gasp* SUBURBS!

9:45 arrive at the glenco station to pick this up.

c: "thanks guys"

me: "no prob. we'll have a metra schedule lesson and a discussion about the difference between AM and PM when we get home"

c: "guys it's confusing"

confusing? you be the judge....when would you catch the metra?

feelin' guilty

my phone was taken....or even better snatched, off my desk by a student of mine determined to make my life miserable.

I tried requests, i tried threats, I tried scaring them with police action, i tried guilt, I even said fine keep my phone, just give me back the sim card that's useless to you, no luck, devil children who steal things have no desire to return.

I told my senior homeroom on friday and they made me an honesty box, so people could return it unidentified. they carefully designed the box hole so it would be large enough to fit my phone, but small enough that no one could reach back in and steal it back.

sadly no luck. but it would have been really cool if it had. :( Friday Im off to buy a new phone and say good bye to all the pictures and photos collected on my phone. This is what I get for not getting the free one.

SLINKS!

add some lighting wire, vinyl tubing, a screen door spring, brown leggings and a brown shirt, tan gloves and mittens, green materials, some stuffing, and a couple of yards of tan and brown felt....and what you do get ???

SLINKS! aka my contribution to the science department does toy story....halloween 2009.

the whole group:

Slinks's favorite cowgirl Jessie

and favorite cowboy, Woody.

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