I imagine that you’ve probably heard about the 19 year-old who was elected mayor in Muskogee, Oklahoma?
Something you may not know about this fellow…
His senior year he was the president of the Young Republican club at his high school. He was also the president of the Young Democrats… true story. We always knew he’d be successful, we just never figured it would be this quick.
When I figure out how to put it on I’ve got a song about him too.
What a day. Sleep in until 8:30. Get up and go to Tulsa to visit my daughter and son-in-law. Go to a movie, the new Indiana Jones, give it a 7. Eat at a nice restaurant. Walk through the mall.
Wish every day could be like this.
But no, everybody else has to go back to work tomorrow.
BUT NOT ME!
[sorry, i’ll try not brag about it much anymore…]
Supposedly True Story from Houston Medical Center :
A man went to the hospital to have his wedding ring cut off from his “hoohoo“. According to the Nurse attending, the patient’s girlfriend found the ring in his pants pocket and got so mad at him, she
used petroleum jelly to slip the ring on his “hoohoo” while he as asleep.
What’s worse?
1) Having your girlfriend find out you’re married.
2) Explaining to your wife how your wedding ring got on your “Hoohoo”
3) Or finding out your “hoohoo” fits through your wedding ring.
My riding mower blew an engine today.
I’ll now be spending my summer push mowing 3 acres.
Silver lining: this should help with the weight loss.
I know its Saturday, and I know that I can sleep in every Saturday, but it is still nice to automatically wake up at 6 am and know that its SUMMER VACATION and I can go back to sleep.
Famous words of wisdom from my wife.
Yesterday I wasn’t feeling well all day. Not seriously ill, just off a little. I passed the feeling off to end of the school year doldrums. I went home after work and flopped on the couch.
My wife came home and fixed dinner. Sweet and sour chicken, one of my favs. About two bites into my meal I started feeling nauseous. My legs and arms began to feel ‘jello-ey’ and the room started to swim. Before too long I was fighting hard to stay awake. I have, in the past, had problems with my sugar so I have a glucometer. Took a sample. 484. At that point my wife insisted we go to the ER.
When we first got there my oxygen level, I forget the word, was 90 and that seemed to worry some people.
Long story short [too late] they did their voodoo on me and I got to feeling better. While sitting in the room waiting for somebody to come look at me again I noticed that of the many wires I was hooked up to was one measuring that oxygen level. I started doing some deep breathing to see if I could affect the machine. Sure enough, after some deep breaths the number would go up a little. There was also a line running along that changed the deeper I was breathing. Cool. I then wondered to myself if I could hold my breath long enough to flatten that line out.
Turns out I can.
It also turns out that when that line goes flat alarms start going off everywhere and people come hauling ass into the room with crash carts and things…
My dear wife, who has put up with me for 27 years, smacked me in the head and apologized to everyone for her dumbass husband.
It turns out that all by blood work looked normal, except my sugar. The doctor asked if I had any stress in my life right now. Uh, yeah, at least until an hour ago…
I’m passing out finals to my third period algebra 2 class. I get to the desk of one girl, LM, and as I’m laying the test on her desk she says, “I’m exempt.”
“No you’re not. The exemption policy is you are exempt if you have a C or better and less than 3 absences. You’ve missed 7 days and your grade is D-.”
“No, I’m exempt. Ask my counselor.”
“I don’t have to ask anybody, you’re taking the test.”
“No I’m not.” And then she got up and left.
I get an email a few minutes later from the counselor.
Mr. W, LM is exempt from her finals. She has a doctor’s note and is suffering from short term amnesia. Please record her final grade as whatever she had without her final.
WTF? I responded and asked if anyone has verified this doctor’s note. Apparently they have.
I have to at least give her credit for originality.
The response from the assistant sup:
The student in question did not take a proficiency test. He was enrolled in the on-line program. He has completed the program and given the appropriate credit.
Apparently he finished the entire semester in three days…
To the superintendant, both vice-sups and my principal. Lets see how they respond…
I had a student who failed my class this semester. He had 20 absences, numerous tardies, and made little effort to pass my class.
He then took a proficiency test downtown, passed the test, and is getting credit and is being allowed to graduate.
First, who decides who takes a “proficiency test?”
What is a proficiency test?
Who administers the proficiency test?
Is my final not considered a proficiency test?
If a student can just take a test after failing my class, what purpose does it serve for me to spend 18 weeks attempting to teach the subject?
If this student is allowed to pass, how in good conscience can we ever fail any student?
If you’ve ever wondered why teachers leave the profession, here is one grand example. No respect for what I do in the classroom, no respect for how hard I try to make sure each of my students who WANT to do well can succeed, and a lazy, disrespectful student laughing behind my back because regardless of the effort he put forth, he still gets to graduate with a passing grade.
Amazing.
Respectfully,
Chalk dust makes me sneeze 