limecat
Originally uploaded by beniy_w.
style="">From my sister...
What happens when you:
1) have nothing to do
2) own a sharp knife
3) have a large lime
4) own a patient cat
5) drink too much tequila
6) and it's football season?
9/27/2004
Too much time...
limecat
Originally uploaded by beniy_w.
style="">From my sister...
What happens when you:
1) have nothing to do
2) own a sharp knife
3) have a large lime
4) own a patient cat
5) drink too much tequila
6) and it's football season?
9/21/2004
Where I'm From
I'm from backpacks,
binders, and college ruled paper.
From #2 pencils, and little pink erasers
(stabbed, broken in half, and rubbed into shreds)
I'm from Lesson Plans, and assemblies,
from 15 minutes before the bell rings.
I'm from runny noses, and band aids,
from letters and worksheets,
I'm from "I don't understand!"
I'm from "Oooh, ooh!" and "Can I go to the bathroom?"
From raised hands, blank stares, and the quiet dreamers thinking
of what might be.
I'm from Sharpie, and dry-erase,
from grasshoppers, a three foot Iguana, and a praying mantis named Mrs. Green.
I'm from Bilbo crossing the Misty Mountains on a warm afternoon
after a 30 minute lunch that seemed way too short.
The days go by, and much stays the same.
The school year has begun, and June seems so far away.
(Based on an original poem called "Where I'm from" by Gearge Ella Lyon.)
binders, and college ruled paper.
From #2 pencils, and little pink erasers
(stabbed, broken in half, and rubbed into shreds)
I'm from Lesson Plans, and assemblies,
from 15 minutes before the bell rings.
I'm from runny noses, and band aids,
from letters and worksheets,
I'm from "I don't understand!"
I'm from "Oooh, ooh!" and "Can I go to the bathroom?"
From raised hands, blank stares, and the quiet dreamers thinking
of what might be.
I'm from Sharpie, and dry-erase,
from grasshoppers, a three foot Iguana, and a praying mantis named Mrs. Green.
I'm from Bilbo crossing the Misty Mountains on a warm afternoon
after a 30 minute lunch that seemed way too short.
The days go by, and much stays the same.
The school year has begun, and June seems so far away.
(Based on an original poem called "Where I'm from" by Gearge Ella Lyon.)
9/18/2004
9/17/2004
Quiet Mornings at School...
Quiet Mornings start
with a double shot of creamy
cinnamon colored espresso,
dribbling out of my
old brass Pavoni.
On the road, quiet guitar arpeggios
accompany a simple melody on
solo violin. Traffic is light Harbor heading
over the hill toward Bastanchury.
The sky is cool cloudy remembering
past rains and the Fall to come.
The school playground is silent and spacious.
I walk from my class to the office while a pair of birds
fly in tandem from classrooms to the playground.
Slowly the momentum builds and children begin to appear.
The moment passes for today.
with a double shot of creamy
cinnamon colored espresso,
dribbling out of my
old brass Pavoni.
On the road, quiet guitar arpeggios
accompany a simple melody on
solo violin. Traffic is light Harbor heading
over the hill toward Bastanchury.
The sky is cool cloudy remembering
past rains and the Fall to come.
The school playground is silent and spacious.
I walk from my class to the office while a pair of birds
fly in tandem from classrooms to the playground.
Slowly the momentum builds and children begin to appear.
The moment passes for today.
Iggy has a Home
Our nighttime custodian is a reptile guru.
He's taking my iguana home next week.
Yea.
I'm gonna miss the poor little blighter...but not the
tail smacking! : )
He's taking my iguana home next week.
Yea.
I'm gonna miss the poor little blighter...but not the
tail smacking! : )
9/14/2004
Wanna Iguana?
Sometimes my penchant for strange critters gets the best of me.
So, it's monday morning and I'm scrambling around the teachers lounge getting ready for the day.
Suddenly I get a call from one of my students' parents.
Is it a problem with homework? No.
Is it a medical emergency? No.
It's a green lizard that's just been rescued and do I want it for my class?
Sure!
I like critters.
Lizards are critters.
That would be cool.
So, the lizard comes to school in a box and gets transfered to my biggest empty terarrium.
This is one big lizard.
Turns out it's a Green Iguana...from paraguay....and it's destined to grow to a truly monstrous size of six feet.
Whoa!
So, I'm thinking if no one claims it in a week or two, I'll trade it in at a pet shop for something more manageable.
Here's the sad part.
Pet shops don't want my iguana. Iguanas (at least the big Green Iguanas), at least according to one source, are the most euthenized pet around these days. People buy them but don't realize what they're getting into.
Right now, I think I've got a good home for this guy...actually we think it's a gal. But if you're looking for a new cause or a new pet.... you just might think about going the very-large-reptile route. Hey...they're vegetarian. : )
So, it's monday morning and I'm scrambling around the teachers lounge getting ready for the day.
Suddenly I get a call from one of my students' parents.
Is it a problem with homework? No.
Is it a medical emergency? No.
It's a green lizard that's just been rescued and do I want it for my class?
Sure!
I like critters.
Lizards are critters.
That would be cool.
So, the lizard comes to school in a box and gets transfered to my biggest empty terarrium.
This is one big lizard.
Turns out it's a Green Iguana...from paraguay....and it's destined to grow to a truly monstrous size of six feet.
Whoa!
So, I'm thinking if no one claims it in a week or two, I'll trade it in at a pet shop for something more manageable.
Here's the sad part.
Pet shops don't want my iguana. Iguanas (at least the big Green Iguanas), at least according to one source, are the most euthenized pet around these days. People buy them but don't realize what they're getting into.
Right now, I think I've got a good home for this guy...actually we think it's a gal. But if you're looking for a new cause or a new pet.... you just might think about going the very-large-reptile route. Hey...they're vegetarian. : )
9/07/2004
My Student Has a Chipmunk...
I have my students write in journals every day. This journal entry should speak for itself.
I have a pet chipmunk. We found him when we went to a camp in the mountains. Chip is crippled. His back legs don't work very well. We feed him baby food to gain his strength back. Chip holds on to the syringe with his little paws. He has a wheel in his cage. When he runs on it, he falls off because his back legs don't stay on. When he eats he sits in his food tray & eats. When he drinks his water he puts his hands on the water spout just like the syringe. Now one of his back legs work, but not the other one. He is very happy.
I have a pet chipmunk. We found him when we went to a camp in the mountains. Chip is crippled. His back legs don't work very well. We feed him baby food to gain his strength back. Chip holds on to the syringe with his little paws. He has a wheel in his cage. When he runs on it, he falls off because his back legs don't stay on. When he eats he sits in his food tray & eats. When he drinks his water he puts his hands on the water spout just like the syringe. Now one of his back legs work, but not the other one. He is very happy.
9/02/2004
First Day of School
I'm not taking the sailing class, but everything's all right because today was the first day of school, and I feel fine. Better than that. I feel great. My students are great. They are smart. They want to learn, and they're happy to be at school. What a blessing.
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