I Got My Bag of Goodies!

The 50's for Halloween. Next year, I should dress as the 80s singer, Meatloaf. Could you see me in a tux with frilly shirt? "But, I won't do that!"

My Kids Are All Mixed-Up

We started an examination of conglomerate rock - a hodge-podge of rocks, sand, mud, and silt. I was not there. The sixth grade team was in conferences all morning. We had subs. They lived, so it couldn't have been a bad day.

Have a great night.

That Long Awaited and Dreaded Day, Came. It Wasn't Too Bad

Yes, I gave a test. Not just any test. A 10-question, multiple-choice test on sedimentary rocks. I ended with an open-ended question about why these children feel frost and/or ice wedging is a more common form of erosion. I not only asked for an opinion, but, proof derived from experimentation.

Most of the munchkins gave fantastic answers, others only a half answer and only one that was completely off mark. The stats prove our kids are capable of forming coherent and relevent sentences and paragraphs. So, the next time you read those unflattering stories in the local newspaper, calling attention to low PSSA scores and Adequete Yearly Progress, remember, the kids get one shot at a PSSA test, even if its a bad-hair day. I see real progress, each and every day, and I salute the elementary school teachers for their tireless efforts in creating purses out of sow's ears.

Did Ya Read Mr. Fausnaught's Blog, Today?

He mentioned how lucky I am to be working with so many beautiful women in the sixth grade department. Darn right!!! I adore them, all. They are beautiful, talented, intelligent, caring, understanding - did I mention, beautiful? I did? Well, I should say that, repeatedly, every day, all day. If I had teachers that looked like that when I was in school, I would have stayed after-school, often. Notice the artistry of the photograph, something large and horrendous to off-set the sublime, petite, and beautiful.

Have a great night, folks.

Don't Feel Like Blogging

I took a bit of a respite from blogging. I think I am burning out. Gettin' old, I suppose.

Quiz Tomorrow
10-question, multiple-choice with one open-ended question - all on sedimentary rocks.

Photographs, Today
I nearly smiled, but, opted not to chance breaking the camera lens. Oh well, that grumpy old Mr. Z will appear in the yearbook with a grizzled look on his face. Why not, there was Jack Lemon, Walter Mattheau, and me. C'mon, think of that movie title about old men.

Miss Porter
Ain't she just doing a grand job filling in for Mrs. Fry? She is a little sweety - about my son's age. I know my sixth grade boys like her -- great taste in women, boys. Go to Miss Porter's website -- she too, maintains a blog.

Keep Signing Them Science Agendas
Did your kiddo finish the assignment on the agenda? Please verify completion and initial the agenda. They are receiving a weekly project grade for that.

New Marking Period
Begins on Thursday. Nine weeks has gone by quickly. The grades are not awfully, too bad. Please do not email me about your kiddo's grade. I will hand out progress reports since the report card does not come out until the following Wednesday.

Meet Ya At the Breakfast Cart
I volunteer to man the lobby before school. Sort of mingle with the cherubs and then dismiss them to the lockers at 7:50 a.m. The one thing I have noticed is more and more kids choosing a nutritious breakfast at the lobby cart. As one that just returned from one step in the grave, eating right has become a big thing with me. Hats off to Mrs. Hufnagle and our Food Service staff, for the breakfast wagon. I even spotted Mr. Conoway eyeing the food, this morning. Kinda like the old adage, if you see truck drivers eating there, the restaurant must be good.

Okay, all talked out. Have a great night, folks.