So my classroom is decked out in space decorations. That's my theme, you see, space. The classroom is named after the NASA space shuttle the discovery, I have shuttles, and planets, and NASA paraphernalia throughout the room. This is not new. It has been this way since the beginning of the year.
Yesterday one of my student's comes up to me with this grand epiphany.
Student: Mrs. Baird. I've just figured something out. You really like space.
Me: (with an eyebrow caulked) Yes. Yes I do. And how did you come to this conclusion?
Student: Well, you have all this space stuff everywhere in the room. It's kind of hard to miss you know.
Me: Yep. You caught me.
Student walks away feeling very proud of himself.
Oh the wonders of teaching elementary school.
Today is also my sister's birthday.
Because of her, I was able to go to the midnight release of the book Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire when I was 14. She has faithfully watched Muppet Treasure Island with me probably more times than she dared to admit. AND, she let me sleep in her room when I was little and afraid of giant hobo spiders attacking me in my sleep. So, the following serves a double purpose. It is a tribute to her on this her day of birth. It also describes perfectly how I feel at this moment, when the last break from school I had was Labor Day!
PS: Sorry for the portuguese subtitles. It was the best version.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Portobello Road
I've decided that Sam's Club is like the London Market for our day and age. At least the one that I go to. Instead of vendors there are sample people. Instead of stands and booths, there are tables and crates. But the principles remain the same.
If you've ever seen Bedknobs and Broomsticks, you'll understand the concept through the scene in Portobello Road.
Well, Sam's Club in Harrisburg is modern day Portobello Road. I was walking through it today, trying to buy eggs, bread, cheese, etc. And every sample person in the whole store is shouting out to people to come try their product. "Shrimp scampi! Come try the shrimp scampi! Only four bags left folks. You'll want to try this one!"
I had to pause of a moment and reflect on where I was. Isn't this Sam's Club? Where they never run out of anything? Where they have crates upon crates of product towering above your head and below your feet? The lady passing out the cookies had become mobile. She was chasing customers down, try to force feed them candy coated cookie bits. By far my favorite was the pumpkin pie man. He had a white mustache and a friendly grin. When I took a sample, he chuckled and said, "Why don't you take another one. It'll satisfy your sweet tooth for today." Ah, an angel in disguise!
As I continued on this surreal journey, I had similar offers for salmon, crackers and cheese, cookies, and little sausages. While I enjoyed my free samples immensely, I couldn't help but notice the contrast of this particular Sam's Club and the one that I went to in Idaho. There, the sample ladies stare you down with an all knowing eye, trying to discern if you've already taken something from their sample booth that day. Or perhaps that week. Or maybe that month. If so, watch out, no free samples for you. (Especially when they were giving away cream puffs. They were always particularly possessive of those.)
I also always find the most random things at Sam's Club. "Anything and everything a chap can unload is sold off the barrow in Portobello Road." Today, for instance, I found American Girl paperdolls. I think it ridiculous, but I had to exert extreme amounts of will power not to purchase a set. I loved them when I was younger, and I still have a soft-spot for them now. Expect, I don't even recognize the girls anymore. There's a new one, Julie (oh how aptly named) she's from the 1970's and is dressed like a hippie. That's probably the one I would have bought, had I been slightly more out of my senses.
That's all for today folks. I would try to think of a more slam-bang finish, but really that sums up the weekend.
If you've ever seen Bedknobs and Broomsticks, you'll understand the concept through the scene in Portobello Road.
Well, Sam's Club in Harrisburg is modern day Portobello Road. I was walking through it today, trying to buy eggs, bread, cheese, etc. And every sample person in the whole store is shouting out to people to come try their product. "Shrimp scampi! Come try the shrimp scampi! Only four bags left folks. You'll want to try this one!"
I had to pause of a moment and reflect on where I was. Isn't this Sam's Club? Where they never run out of anything? Where they have crates upon crates of product towering above your head and below your feet? The lady passing out the cookies had become mobile. She was chasing customers down, try to force feed them candy coated cookie bits. By far my favorite was the pumpkin pie man. He had a white mustache and a friendly grin. When I took a sample, he chuckled and said, "Why don't you take another one. It'll satisfy your sweet tooth for today." Ah, an angel in disguise!
As I continued on this surreal journey, I had similar offers for salmon, crackers and cheese, cookies, and little sausages. While I enjoyed my free samples immensely, I couldn't help but notice the contrast of this particular Sam's Club and the one that I went to in Idaho. There, the sample ladies stare you down with an all knowing eye, trying to discern if you've already taken something from their sample booth that day. Or perhaps that week. Or maybe that month. If so, watch out, no free samples for you. (Especially when they were giving away cream puffs. They were always particularly possessive of those.)
I also always find the most random things at Sam's Club. "Anything and everything a chap can unload is sold off the barrow in Portobello Road." Today, for instance, I found American Girl paperdolls. I think it ridiculous, but I had to exert extreme amounts of will power not to purchase a set. I loved them when I was younger, and I still have a soft-spot for them now. Expect, I don't even recognize the girls anymore. There's a new one, Julie (oh how aptly named) she's from the 1970's and is dressed like a hippie. That's probably the one I would have bought, had I been slightly more out of my senses.
That's all for today folks. I would try to think of a more slam-bang finish, but really that sums up the weekend.
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