2004-10-21
Let's try this again...
Unfortunately, my comp tends to crap out a bit now and I lost my post that I was working on last night. More importantly, I forgot some of what I was going to say.
Started student teaching this Monday at Garden City, following around M. Kenny. He's a pretty cool guy, pretty funny. It's clear that he likes teaching, that bio is by far his favorite subject and that he prefers hands-on experiences to standing in front of a class and giving them notes.
I sit in on a S3 chem class, a S4 physics class (not my favorite subject), a S4 bio class and two S1 science classes. The kids are all pretty good. Normal kids, get bored and noisy easily. It's evident that they respect M. Kenny, though... they joke with him and feel comfortable around him. I've already taught a chem class today, reviewing what the students will be doing on their test on Monday. It went pretty well, I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I was prepared, though, went over the questions and stuff. They're neat kids.
The teachers are pretty cool, too. I felt kinda weird going into the staff room on the first day and sitting down with all these teachers. They're nice, though, and big jokers. I think they're kinda trying to corrupt me, though. I've had a couple of them tell me that some of the stuff we're doing in education is a joke, and that I should tell my teachers that I just won't do it 'cause it's pointless. I agree with their first point, but there's no WAY in hell I'm gonna refuse to do my work. It's funny listening to the teachers talk about what they do in their spare time and some of the stuff they pulled when they were students.
And I don't know what else to say on this subject... so onto another thing:
NAMING THE FATHER FOR CHILD SUPPORT IN ENGLAND
The following are all replies that British women have put on Child Support Agency forms in the section for listing father's details. These are supposed to be genuine excerpts from the forms.
- Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, child A was fathered by Jim X. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of child B, but I believe that he was conceived on the same night.
Theresa's comment: Uh... you think maybe Jim could be this kid's father as well. Even if it were physically possible to have TWINS fathered by two DIFFERENT MEN (and believe me, I have put some thought into this), how big a skank-bag do you have to be to sleep with so many men in so short a time that you doubt your twins have the same father???
- I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps.
Where do I start? A) Was it over so quickly that you didn't have a chance to turn around and ask, "Buddy, who the fuck are you?" B) If you were so drunk that you were puking out a window, how reliable do you think this list of yours will be? C) Fine, submit your list and the Child Support Avengers will hop into their skank-mobile and hunt down every man on this list until they find the one you're looking for. While you're waiting for them to get back to you, I suggest holding your breath. Do us a favor... weed out the gene-pool for us.
- I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 3600 X Street where I had unprotected sex with a man I met that night. I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father can you send me his phone number? Thanks.
I guess I can't really fault this girl for lack of foresight for not getting this guy's name and number BEFORE having sex. She can't have possibly known that she would pass out from good sex... from what I hear, it's RARELY that good. However, I do have a word of advice for this woman... aside from stop being a skank-bag. Use condoms: keep idiots from making little idiots.
- I don't know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW which has a large hole made by my stiletto heel in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this are and see if he's had it replaced.
Sure... the Child Support Avengers will get right on that. After all, how many BMWs can there be out there where skank-bags have made a hole in the door??
- I cannot tell you the name of child A's dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cataclysmic implications for the British economy. I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country. Please advise.
'Cause this guy COULDN'T POSSIBLY have been using this line to try to get into your pants... no one would EVER believe that crap. God... I hope gullibility isn't heriditary.
- I do not know who the father of my child was as all squaddies look the same to me. I can confirm that he was a Royal Green Jacket.
Helpful. Very helpful. A name would be great, too, but why should WE care about the nitty-gritty details... you obviously didn't.
- Peter X is the father of child A. If you do catch up with him can you ask him what he did with my AC/DC cd's?
He kept them. Apparently, he likes dirty deeds done dirt cheap.
- From the dates it seems that my daughter was conceived at Euro Disney maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom.
Fine, let's line up Mickey, Goofy and the dwarves for paternity tests. Does your child by any chance have huge black ears??
- So much about that night is a blur. The only thing that I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening. If I'd have stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 146 X Drive, mine might have remained unfertilized.
NOW you think of that. TV: trying to keep morons at home so they're not out corrupting the gene pool. I suggest watching more interesting programs, lady. Keep those eggs on the couch.
- I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all when you eat a can of beans you can't be sure which one made you fart.
Wow, this woman is refreshingly upfront about the fact that she's a skank-bag. Kudos to you.
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Unfortunately, my comp tends to crap out a bit now and I lost my post that I was working on last night. More importantly, I forgot some of what I was going to say.
Started student teaching this Monday at Garden City, following around M. Kenny. He's a pretty cool guy, pretty funny. It's clear that he likes teaching, that bio is by far his favorite subject and that he prefers hands-on experiences to standing in front of a class and giving them notes.
I sit in on a S3 chem class, a S4 physics class (not my favorite subject), a S4 bio class and two S1 science classes. The kids are all pretty good. Normal kids, get bored and noisy easily. It's evident that they respect M. Kenny, though... they joke with him and feel comfortable around him. I've already taught a chem class today, reviewing what the students will be doing on their test on Monday. It went pretty well, I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I was prepared, though, went over the questions and stuff. They're neat kids.
The teachers are pretty cool, too. I felt kinda weird going into the staff room on the first day and sitting down with all these teachers. They're nice, though, and big jokers. I think they're kinda trying to corrupt me, though. I've had a couple of them tell me that some of the stuff we're doing in education is a joke, and that I should tell my teachers that I just won't do it 'cause it's pointless. I agree with their first point, but there's no WAY in hell I'm gonna refuse to do my work. It's funny listening to the teachers talk about what they do in their spare time and some of the stuff they pulled when they were students.
And I don't know what else to say on this subject... so onto another thing:
NAMING THE FATHER FOR CHILD SUPPORT IN ENGLAND
The following are all replies that British women have put on Child Support Agency forms in the section for listing father's details. These are supposed to be genuine excerpts from the forms.
- Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, child A was fathered by Jim X. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of child B, but I believe that he was conceived on the same night.
Theresa's comment: Uh... you think maybe Jim could be this kid's father as well. Even if it were physically possible to have TWINS fathered by two DIFFERENT MEN (and believe me, I have put some thought into this), how big a skank-bag do you have to be to sleep with so many men in so short a time that you doubt your twins have the same father???
- I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps.
Where do I start? A) Was it over so quickly that you didn't have a chance to turn around and ask, "Buddy, who the fuck are you?" B) If you were so drunk that you were puking out a window, how reliable do you think this list of yours will be? C) Fine, submit your list and the Child Support Avengers will hop into their skank-mobile and hunt down every man on this list until they find the one you're looking for. While you're waiting for them to get back to you, I suggest holding your breath. Do us a favor... weed out the gene-pool for us.
- I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 3600 X Street where I had unprotected sex with a man I met that night. I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father can you send me his phone number? Thanks.
I guess I can't really fault this girl for lack of foresight for not getting this guy's name and number BEFORE having sex. She can't have possibly known that she would pass out from good sex... from what I hear, it's RARELY that good. However, I do have a word of advice for this woman... aside from stop being a skank-bag. Use condoms: keep idiots from making little idiots.
- I don't know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW which has a large hole made by my stiletto heel in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this are and see if he's had it replaced.
Sure... the Child Support Avengers will get right on that. After all, how many BMWs can there be out there where skank-bags have made a hole in the door??
- I cannot tell you the name of child A's dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cataclysmic implications for the British economy. I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country. Please advise.
'Cause this guy COULDN'T POSSIBLY have been using this line to try to get into your pants... no one would EVER believe that crap. God... I hope gullibility isn't heriditary.
- I do not know who the father of my child was as all squaddies look the same to me. I can confirm that he was a Royal Green Jacket.
Helpful. Very helpful. A name would be great, too, but why should WE care about the nitty-gritty details... you obviously didn't.
- Peter X is the father of child A. If you do catch up with him can you ask him what he did with my AC/DC cd's?
He kept them. Apparently, he likes dirty deeds done dirt cheap.
- From the dates it seems that my daughter was conceived at Euro Disney maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom.
Fine, let's line up Mickey, Goofy and the dwarves for paternity tests. Does your child by any chance have huge black ears??
- So much about that night is a blur. The only thing that I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening. If I'd have stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 146 X Drive, mine might have remained unfertilized.
NOW you think of that. TV: trying to keep morons at home so they're not out corrupting the gene pool. I suggest watching more interesting programs, lady. Keep those eggs on the couch.
- I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all when you eat a can of beans you can't be sure which one made you fart.
Wow, this woman is refreshingly upfront about the fact that she's a skank-bag. Kudos to you.
2004-10-06
Long time, no write... I guess I can't do ANYTHING on a regular basis.
Sigh... where to begin?? Being in the faculty of education requires a lot of work. First off, I've never taken 30 credit hours at university before. I know people who have... I think they're freaks. And now I'm one of those freaks. So much journal writing and comenting on class notes and whatnot. Then there's the groupwork. It's been pretty good so far... there was just this one group where I really had a problem. One of our members dropped the course right away (she had taken the equivilent in france). Another member dropped the course two days before an assignment was due, without doing any work or telling us he was dropping. Fortunately, we got an extension. :D
Now stages are coming up, and I'm starting to get worried. Not only will I be in the classroom for the first time, but also, a LOT of our assignments are due almost right when we get back from our stages. And now I can't write anymore... tired. Night all!!
(0) Psychos who've actually visited my Blog
Sigh... where to begin?? Being in the faculty of education requires a lot of work. First off, I've never taken 30 credit hours at university before. I know people who have... I think they're freaks. And now I'm one of those freaks. So much journal writing and comenting on class notes and whatnot. Then there's the groupwork. It's been pretty good so far... there was just this one group where I really had a problem. One of our members dropped the course right away (she had taken the equivilent in france). Another member dropped the course two days before an assignment was due, without doing any work or telling us he was dropping. Fortunately, we got an extension. :D
Now stages are coming up, and I'm starting to get worried. Not only will I be in the classroom for the first time, but also, a LOT of our assignments are due almost right when we get back from our stages. And now I can't write anymore... tired. Night all!!
