Triple Dose

My cousin just linked the helicopter game on facebook and I can’t even get through the first hurdle. My blood, it boils at games like this:

http://www.addictinggames.com/helicopter.html

Enjoy!

I was in a Junior Kindergarten class today, where there was the cutest little girl with long pigtails on either side of her head and the biggest smile on her face. She hardly spoke, she just smiled, all day long.

At the end of the day, another teacher saw her and immediately froze. She quickly went to the office and returned and ever so calmly informed me that that girl had lice. They called her parents and they confirmed that they knew about it but sent her to school anyway.

They KNEW and sent her to school ANYWAY. So that more kids can be exposed to it.

As if we didn’t have enough to worry about with all the flu paranoia and hand sanitizing craziness. Lice? Really? Lice!

I haven’t mentioned it, but I’ve joined the National Blog Posting Month. The challenge is simple– post everyday for a month. Not only is it good practice, but it’s great motivation to seek out things in your surroundings that you can write about.

But since this site is in its infancy, I’m still trying to set it up and make it more appealing. I’ve been on my computer, working on my site all day without a post to show for it!

So here’s a photo of this time of year, 6 years ago: my high school graduation. It’s  been a while since then.

Today’s email conversation between the husband and myself while both at our respective day jobs:

Omar: I’m in class and I smell like cheerios from the morning

Me: cheerios dont smell bad unless they’re in vomit..

O: wow.

M: im just saying, you probably smell good. cuz cheerios dont smell bad.

unless you vomitted recently?

O: ur bad.

Assign the same writing piece to a group of grade 7s and another group of grade 11s and immediately notice the difference in the amount of information required.

The 7s need to know whether the rough copy should be in pen or pencil, whether the good copy should be in pen or pencil, whether they should skip lines, if going under or over the word limit by 10, 15, 20 words is ok, if they should make corrections on the rough copy or off it, in a different colour pen or same, and whether the rough copy and good copy should be one and same or seperate.

The 11s just want to know one thing– when it’s due.

To date, I’ve had two somewhat distant friends message me since I’ve been married, totally out of the blue, to tell me that they dreamed I was pregnant. And not that I mind or anything, quite the opposite, I love the idea of having a baby. I’ve been reading pregnancy magazines and mommy blogs since before I even got engaged. Naturally, now that I’m married, it’s fun to think that it’s an actual possibility.

But dude, we just got married 4 months ago. It would be nice to have some more time before I start feeling the pressure of people waiting until I make that announcement.

It took me 3 months since we’ve moved here, and 2 months since I’ve been working as a sub, talking to as many teachers and admin as possible to understand how to get a contract position, to discover that I’m actually not authorized to teach in Quebec yet. I need to take a 3 month course in order to obtain a “Permis d’enseigner au Quebec” and then, maybe then, the board might consider me for full-time.

Gee, thanks for letting me know. And all this time I thought I just wasn’t high on their seniority list.

…you see this in a classroom:

Tide laundry Detergent. Tide: Takes the shit right off your shirt

For the past 8 years, Saturday mornings have been a mix of weekend laziness with the accompanying elaborate breakfasts and getting to school frenzy. My mother is the founder and principal of Manhal-Ul-Eman Academy, a weekly school dedicated to teaching Arabic and Islamic religious studies. Since high school, I’ve held different jobs at the school, from teacher’s assistant to office assistant to teacher.

For the better part of 8 years, I begged my mother to not go: I created excuses ranging from physical illness to  mental fatigue to school work. My excuses were elaborate, planned from the beginning of the week for a final finish on Saturday.

Nothing worked on my mom.

After patiently listening to me, week after week, she’d always end by telling me that I only had a few minutes left to get dressed.

Now I find myself waking up late on Saturday mornings to a quiet house and a different feeling of responsibility. My husband wakes up soon after me and we excitedly get to our tasks, his in the office and mine in the kitchen, rolling out the scone dough that I prepared the night before.

Sometimes I miss our previous routine, but then I see the satisfaction on my husband’s face as eats scone after scone and I think, this is exactly how Saturday mornings should be.

Recipe: Morning Raisin Scones