Disappointment at 7 o’clock

I had a dream last night.  I was in a park picnicking with family.  Then my aunt brought out some homemade vanilla ice cream.  Upon sight, I could tell it was a creamy batch of deliciousgoodness.  Before helping myself, I helped a baby cousin (who actually wasn’t a cousin but a friend’s kid) eat her cone first.  Apparently, I am a magnanimous non-child-fearing guy in my dreams.  After helping the kid, I got to partake of the creamy concoction myself.

Now, I’ve eaten some pretty good stuff lately in real life, including Pinkberry and some dulce de leche by Haagen-dazs.  But this stuff was so good, it had no bizness existing.  And unfortunately, it really didn’t.  Suffice it to say, I was kind of ticked when I woke up.

If I have this dream again, the kid can get her ice cream herself (hopefully, she has aged by then).  I’m making the most of my ice cream time.

So You Think You Can Happenstance?

1

After finishing a unit on Ancient Rome two weeks ago, I planned to study Ancient China with my 6th graders.  However, due to last week’s historicity, we decided to watch the Inauguration on Tuesday and learn ourselves some MLK through the rest of the week.  This meant that Ancient China would wait until this week.  And what was today?  The start of Chinese New Year.  Sweet [and sour] egg rolls!

2

To get the students into the pagan mood, I read them the book, Why Rat Comes First, which tells about the Chinese zodiac (of restaurant placemat fame).  It tells of how the choice of first animal in the cycle came down to the rat and the ox.  The competition is to be decided by Chinese children (of Wal-Mart fame).  Ox impresses them by giving them ox rides, but rat gets the gods to supersize him and wins the kids over with his novelty and ability to carry infectious diseases.  Anyway, the craziness came when I asked my students what years they were born in.  The answers: 1996 & 1997.  Depressing in that the former was the year I graduated high school.  Intriguing in that 1996 and 1997 are the years of the rat and ox, respectively.

3

Yesterday, I was planning for Science class and saw that our next lesson would be about the wonderful world of acne.  Almost instantly, I got a craving for potato chips and caved to the ruffled goodness.  I polished off the bag and did some research, learning interesting facts such as the one that greasy foods do not cause acne.  Later that night, I noticed a sizable zit to the left of my mouth, as well as a three-pimple constellation twinkling on my forehead.  Today, I told my students that their teacher was so dedicated, he developed acne to make the lesson come alive.

Coincidence?  I think so.

Things one learns at teacher meetings

Seen on a Powerpoint slide for our morning devotional: 

A Scatological Glimpse of the Future

(My Translation: Our future looks crappy)

 

Also…plumping the pyramid

Now I feel prepared to teach reading and writing to my students.