Wednesday, January 31, 2007

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Touch!

When I was little, I loved of tag. My favorite was the Montague ice. I managed to take still poses not possible. I was already too good, so it was important to me highlight ...

But the Montague on the internet ... Fuck off, you c. ... It makes me so makes me think of chain letters that make your house burn or rot your corn crop if you do not send it to 28 people in the next 5 minutes!

Except I'm a good player. I'll give you, secrets. But for me, Montague stop here. No question I put this cut-throat virtual legs someone else, capiche ?

Secret # 1 - Where we discover that Prof. Cursed has its limits in transit

In the subway or bus, I support almost everything: the smells, the proximity (which sometimes borders promiscuity), children screaming, that the old rave, teens who talk boxes, etc.. Except ... Except there's nothing I hate more than to sit at a place called "hot." The previous person did it Pete? Is she possessed by Satan? Is there a problem developed ultra sweat glands? Did she suddenly felt overwhelmed by one of those genes that heats the blood you? In short, I am unable to support. I get up on the spot.

Secret # 2 - Where Prof. Cursed unveils single manic side

In my hall, there is a plate of four switches. The first turns on the light of the stairwell. The second, that of the lobby. The third, that of the library. The fourth that of the office. Once closed, these switches are all pointing downward. It's very unified. Except ... Except that at the bottom of the stairs leading - as you've deduced - the huge palace where I live, there is a switch that, too, the burden of the bulb stairwell. So what happens when he turns up, but they died down? Huh? HEIN? Bingo. There is a switch that is not in harmony with others. Is not it shocking enough to taste it? Well if all four switches are not lowered, I tape the stairs to lift the bottom and goes up to even the top ones. The height of this compulsion? It happens once lying down, getting up to check if ... And if not, well, I descend the stairs pij ', or even naked. Because chu bad guy often I sleep naked.

Secret # 3 - Where we realize that Prof. Cursed is not that false offender

I always dreamed of being a real fucké , someone smashes the Tanks Loved baseball bat that flies worse pickpocketing in supermarkets. Moreover, when some of my French friends call me a little typing, I almost jubilant. But no, really - and you guessed a long time - I have no temperament offender. Except ... Except that when I was in college, I found myself in an elevator and I had a gum in mouth, I always pasted the button on the ground floor. Hooooon! C'pas end it!

Secret # 4 - Where we laugh as humpbacks because Prof. Cursed is not quick-quick

I do not like Tintin. It irritates me: ye too everything. " But I love Tintin and the Lake of Sharks . One of my favorite movies actually. I own the film and soundtrack. I know the songs by heart, it is quite scary! I know every time I explain the synopsis on a napkin restaurant in less than two. Except ... Except that this year, after close to 25 years to see this movie for a statement that borders easily the 250 public performances or private, I finally wrestled Rastapopoulos why the machine was so anxious to make Copies of Professor Tournesol. It is a centerpiece of the plot! No, but! Should you be cellar!

Secret # 5 - Where Prof. Cursed is tender (take advantage of it, it will not often!)

I like music, but I'm not a music lover. I have a good discography, but I do not often weasel. I triple the words and rhythms, rarely both simultaneously. And I always keep for me in my secret garden, jealously, emotions that a particular song vibrates. Except ... Except that when I hear Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper I Braille. I have no events associated with this song, no trauma, failure, loss, nostalgia ... Nothing. Worse when I hear the version of Strictly Ballroom is worse than worst. I'm biting my lip and endure, I am saved.

! BONUS! - Five Secrets bulk of Little Cursed

Little Secret # 1 - I was a kleptomaniac, to make me interesting. My deepest apologies to all students in my classes in elementary school.

Little Secret # 2 - At my school there was a person named Donald. I always thought it was a daughter.

Little Secret # 3 - With my magnifying glass, I burned ants.

Little Secret # 4 - I never really liked going to my paternal grandmother. It's just that when we were at it, I was not alone with my father.

Little Secret # 5 - 3rd year, I was the champion of Mega Stash school. Since I was very young, I had slipped behind a toilet bowl under the tank.

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Poueeeeet!

Good. I'll still be correct, but at least I had a great day. Should we just happen quickly because I'm getting a full bladder. Chu

not alone; y 'Ti-Ti-Cul Coune who will fill his snow pants, it will not take long. Too bad for him! I repeated at least ten times to go to the bathroom before leaving.

I should allow them to make an mp3 player or a book. If not stop screaming soon I feel that I will reduce my ratio. Let's see what that ...

- Ouch! Ti-Pin The Ass! Button at the back door still worse I'll cut your fingers!

This too must be at least 6 times that I repeat. Why always repeat? We should not call "teacher" but "repeating". Coudonc, therefore bin hoop?

- Kess I said, Ti Ass Face Tough? Not-or-od cover-the-fe-ne-very! No, I do not close for you. Thou hast open you shut up. Organize yourself with your disorders!

Pet worse Repet go by bus. Pet Tom ... Oh no! Y astheure sing!

- Quieter back. Singing, yes. Yelling, no! Ti-Ass Face Hard, if the window is not closed in five minutes you spend in it. What? It's too small? Worried now not you pass me!

24 Ti-Butts sang on the bus. One of them strangled, there remained more than 23. Ti-23
Butts niaisèrent with a window. One of them stayed there, there remained more than 22. Ti-22
Butts made it a knot in it. A bladder burst, there remained more than 21.
Ti-21 by Butts ...

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My mental delirium was interrupted by a tap on the brakes so suddenly that Ti-Pet - who was on his knees after I repeated 8452 times to sit - has failed to go through above the front seat and end up in the windshield. I banged my chin on the bench in front of me, my lip slaying of my two pallets. Two students were found lying in the aisle. With this unique capacity of teachers in times of crisis, to manage the unmanageable, I gave the students on foot, checked for sores and reached the front of the bus in a hundredth of a second. I was pissed.

A crazy SUV cut our caravan of school buses in a space just big enough for a Yaris. And yet, regardless of the size of the car, you do not slip between buses packed carefree children. Before reaching Montreal, four other drivers, including two in SUVs have been dangerous approaches. Please reply, damn it! Play with your life, not with those of my students.

There's only me who have the right to harm them, ok?

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

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Holiness begins at yourself

We all have our little morning routine. For me, it is to stretch the snooze as long as possible (I really chose the wrong profession for the groundhog that I am), take a hot shower, get dressed, I add cream but not my hair, feed the dog, the dog out and take the subway to work. I have lunch en route, forming part of this race who can not swallow anything at least an hour after jumping out of bed without rushing his stomach. So I get in the subway a carton of milk and two muffins (usually blueberries). Before arriving at school, I go through a long corridor in a mall, after which a homeless man sleeping. I put a muffin next to him and I finish my journey to school.

Sometimes it is not there. So I floss face with both full of trans fat muffins and rolls I all morning. But often there is. He is still sleeping so I never know whether or not eat my muffin, if another stabbed him, etc.. So you can imagine that yesterday when he grabbed my arm when I committed my mischief, I almost died.

- PoUrKoé K'tu fe ssa?

The rancid smell and dirt, the breath to the point of ethyl numb the area's wildlife, glassy-eyed, toothless mouth, which escapes my gaze to fall on his own gangrenous foot. And this question! A trap, definitely. Am I just really wonder why I did that? Goodness requires courage. Seriously I found my class to be sadistic wish.

- Because I can not do more.

I did not have to disengage myself. He let me go. I still even had the impression of flight. Is there any need to tell you that I was disturbed by this interlude homeless. Especially by my answer. Not being able to do more.

is quite topical at this time of newsletters, where we continually wondered what we can do more for our students who are struggling. Those with a plan adapted, we follow those in recovery, which is provided a method for their organization of work, which gives you more time to finish a review, those for whom it wakes up night ... It's always the same three or four students (I am a "generous").

few years ago, when I killed myself to work and I was plummeting toward burnout, a colleague told me: "Accursed Prof, you can not at all 'to save them! "It changed my life. I learned to let go and give myself to my students in a fair measure. It was a very difficult statement to accept. It still is today. For some, I can not do anything more. So I do what I can.

It's tough being an ordinary man.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

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Christmas, I feel sick ...

So you thought you know well that a troll came m'étrangler in my sleep? Pantoute ! But do not imagine I'll give you an explanation of my silence. It was my vacation, I wanted to enjoy it, too bad it all '.

Ben here! Y 'us silly. There's not been a month of holidays for sure!

No, it's true. Except that, despite a wealth of subjects and constantly growing, I thought not the drive to write, no time. Tell Mother and Unworthy company. Become a slave to my blog? No thank you! And if I give you too much, you will eventually acquire a taste and to always want more.

And then there was Kwismas . That moment of joy and sharing. You might think that for us, teachers-who-will-complain-the-belly-full d'avantages-social as we repeat the fact all the time, is the good life. In reality, it is not so simple. If you exult in the idea certainly well-deserved holiday, Christmas is also a peak panic insured. And it has nothing to do with shopping.

course, it starts the week before the holidays. It's almost a sacrilege recognized in the profession not to prepare a small Christmas crafts to report to mom and dad. Whether the little fir surrounded by cotton wool hard as a rock because of excess glue or a candy cane reindeer transformed into an addition with a cleverly organized pipe cleaners and plastic beads, what to do! Luckily, the 3rd cycle, I avoid me what kind of cheesy devoid of any teaching. Suggest a hobby for students 5th or 6th year, as they talk about Santa Claus. Plans so they are really interested in religious education in order to exorcise you. In my case, it would take several years studying theology.

I'm doing so far. I do not DIY, but not want to spent Christmas in silence. Nope! They want decorations. I hate decorate my classroom! Whether it's Halloween, Easter, Valentine's Day, birthdays, for Hanukkah, the Feast of the Queen, I scierais hands with a knife butter rather than decorate. But no ... I do the same! Worse is, they want more activities! I can not even plan or assessment work. Apparently it's not very nice. Who said I was? Again, I crouches games, film, dance, what they want as long as I can threaten them all day to give them work if they do not subside big nerve.

The real stress is not there. I whining, but the activities and decorations are worth the bottles of wine, port and chocolate boxes that I receive (You think still not I give myself all this trouble for nothing ... No? For real? ... What you're cute!). In short, the real stress, one that resonates like a bell fire throughout the week and we will whirring in the background during the holidays, one that we lacerating the stomach, intestines and tear us shakes our heart as a vice, lies in this single fact:

"My God! There's just six months! "

And it hood. It annoyed that it went too fast. We nibble their nails to see everything that has not been seen so little of it covered. It always ends to wonder if our students are not slower than last year. But no, it's always the same. We do not tame. And it will be worse after the break, the Easter break and 1 June In this

mood I'm in this January, as many of my colleagues. Because I'm back at work full late stage in full-term evaluations, full rush of corrections in full hair pulling because the notes to put in the newsletter. Go two or three gravol and I return!