tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60569152009-02-21T04:21:37.056-08:00easier to write, than say...Everyone else has a page to write random thoughts and pointless stories; so I thought, why not me?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1116598428126229442005-05-20T07:13:00.000-07:002005-05-20T07:16:28.610-07:00Cashew This is my baby girl Cashew. And I am testing out this new picture web hosting thingy.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1116338536964708362005-05-17T08:03:00.000-07:002005-05-17T07:02:16.970-07:00Johnny got braces today and Teddy said:"Back in my day, we didn't have braces. We had rocks and chicken wire!"From there the conversation escalated to all sorts of "back in my day" comments. I am sure we can all relate, but there were too many hilarious comments to write down now.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1116012210395153242005-05-13T12:22:00.000-07:002005-05-13T12:23:30.400-07:00Mr. White to Lindsay: "Lindsay, why do you have an electric shaver in your purse?"Boy standing by listening says: "Yeah Lindsay, what are you going to do? Shave your pubes?"Again, 7th graders...Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1114788232871449522005-04-29T07:55:00.000-07:002005-04-29T10:24:23.893-07:00James was goofing off today, as usual. The Christopher gets sick of James acting up so he says:"James, if you don't shut up, I will slap that mullet back to the year it came from!"I think this might be a quote from a movie, but nevertheless, I laughed my face off and then told Christopher to stop because although his comment was funny, it was inappropriate!By the way, James DOES have a mullet andSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1114542358660164312005-04-26T11:56:00.000-07:002005-04-26T12:05:58.660-07:00Picture this:8th Grader Mikey stays after class in Ms. Watson's classroom and tells her this:"I'm going to have to change schools!"Ms. Watson: "Why Mikey?"Mikey: "Because Billy and Suzy saw my erection that I had during lunch today and they ARE GOING TO TELL THE WHOLE SCHOOL!! They are sitting over there talking about it right now.......planning,,,,,scheming for my demise. So, I have to move Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1114458276339087202005-04-25T12:41:00.000-07:002005-04-25T12:44:36.340-07:00Jimmy: "Did you know that Asian people cannot drive? There are terrible drivers because they haven't had cars as long as we have in the U.S."Jimmy thinks he is the smartest boy in the 8th grade and wants to go to MIT. I just got done writing Jimmy's progress report for failing this six weeks.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1114007161271376942005-04-20T07:19:00.000-07:002005-04-20T07:26:01.273-07:00Joey: "Mrs. Albers, have you seen my other schizophrenic half? His name is schizophrenic Scott. Let me know if you find him."Mrs. Albers: "ok"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Little 8th grade Billy was distracting everyone in class so I said."O.k. Lets all look at Billy and give him his 15 seconds of attention."The entire class looks at Billy and he proceeds to lift up his shirt, tweak his nipple, and let out aSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1113944306398317242005-04-19T13:48:00.000-07:002005-04-19T13:58:26.400-07:00Ok.....so I am back on the quote train and just have to tell you that my husband helped me chaperone a middle school dance this weekend. Of course something crazy had to happen and one of our "hot in love" couples decided to sneak out and do a little dancing behind the buildings. My husband found them and needless to say they got reamed out by the principle. The funny part comes in when this 8th Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1113423704257553282005-04-13T13:16:00.000-07:002005-04-13T13:21:44.256-07:00So,,,,,we are going over a test today about rocks. One feature of sedimentary rocks is that of concretion or rocks of a completely different mineral in and amongst that of a different type of substance. Then I say:"It would be like finding a chocolate chip in an apple pie"Andy says: "Or like finding a normal kid here at Winston"(Winston is the school I teach at and it is for children with ADD/Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1112989469868504652005-04-08T12:34:00.000-07:002005-04-08T12:44:29.870-07:00Picture this.All of the middle school teachers and coaches are sitting in the lunchroom dining on some lovely cafeteria food. Suddenly, Bobby is walking swiftly towards the table and in an extremely loud voice announces:"COACH WEB! Oh man! Did you hear that Michael Vick has herpes??!!"Lets just say that the table was covered with bits of unchewed cafeteria food. And now the muscles in my stomach Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1112725286847066212005-04-05T11:14:00.000-07:002005-04-05T11:21:26.846-07:00Ok. Here is a boy a named Craig. Now, Craig is an ADD kid that completely and utterly believes that the lockness monster is real. He is convinced of this based on the evidence that he has seen on the internet. Imagine that. Craig also talks faster than anyone I have ever heard and believes in the mothman. So, now that you have some background on this kid, I will give you the quote:"I finally Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1112212816773439612005-03-30T11:49:00.000-08:002005-03-30T12:00:16.776-08:00AAAhhhhhhh,,,,,back from spring break now and the stories will now start rolling.STORY ONE: there is the crazy kid. This child, we will call him Greg is the epitome of an ADHD child if there ever was one. I am not a huge advocate for drugging up children that have been "diagnosed" with these hyperactive disorders, however this is a poster child for ritalin.Every day he walks into class like he isSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1111593667807969482005-03-23T07:53:00.000-08:002005-03-23T08:02:18.120-08:00Well, this week is my spring break, so there will not be too much new happening, but I thought I would post a story from a couple of weeks ago.It is funny the names that kids have for their private parts, here are some interesting ones that I have encountered:Johnny is playing dodgeball. He is dodging and flanking left and right. Just as he jumps up to hopefully be missed by a zooming nerf ball, Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1111185001014898632005-03-18T14:26:00.000-08:002005-03-18T14:30:01.016-08:00So today I made the mistake of bringing up my husband in class and needless to say the conversation got all crazy. Billy says to me: "What would you do if you found out that you and your husband were cousins?"Tommy says to Billy: "Well, we would all find out when their kids are born retarded!"Billy: "Wouldn't that make you mormon?"Tommy: "No. That would just mean that he has married other Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1111002748672729602005-03-16T09:32:00.000-08:002005-03-16T11:52:28.673-08:00We were playing a pictionary science game today and it was Bobby's turn to draw. Bobby got frustrated because Tommy didn't guess what he was drawing. The dialogue goes as so....Bobby: "Tommy you retard, its a 'host!'"Mrs. Albers: "Bobby! Do you want a detention?!?"Bobby: "No ma'am, I want Tommy to find to other half of his brain." (in a calm and serious voice)I love teaching.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1110904834019009062005-03-15T08:38:00.000-08:002005-03-15T08:40:34.020-08:00So today we were talking about earthworms and how they have 5 pairs of hearts and yadda yadda. Their hearts are located close to their digestive system. Needless to say, the comment came out:"How cool would that be to poo on your heart?!"Class followed with noises of disgust.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1110607035631165942005-03-11T21:53:00.000-08:002005-03-11T21:57:15.630-08:00I know this day is the same day, but another story yet appears in my life. Picture this.......a fat kid is bending over and another skinny, short kid is observing the fat kid and says...."Mr. Johnson, can we require Bobby to wear underwear?"Teacher Response: We could, but have no feasable way to enforce it.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1110557799402638432005-03-11T08:12:00.000-08:002005-03-11T08:16:39.403-08:00Today some students were acting up during a project. Johnny was leading the bad behavior in his group. Billy was in another group and witnessed the bad behavior from Johnny's group. Billy then looks at them and says, very calmy, "You guys keep it up because you are making us slackers look real good." Funny stuff....at least to me it is.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1110485890825877202005-03-10T14:14:00.000-08:002005-03-10T12:18:10.826-08:00Alright, so here is the quote of the day from a 7th grade student when asked the question "Who do you think you are more like? Your mom or your dad?"Student Answer: "I'm most like my dad. I'm lazy. I'm a slob. But I'm devoted to the things I like, even if I can't afford them."Keep in mind.....7th Grade.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1106598650266821092005-01-24T13:28:00.000-08:002005-03-09T12:26:11.060-08:00This is my life....Well, I figured it has been so very long since I have written that I will attempt to begin again. This time I am starting all over with quotes and stories from my kids (who are all ADD/ADHD and half are on antidepressants). So, needless to say, the stories will shortly begin to flow.1st off: Quote from a bonus question on a test I gave."What is the only mammal that can not jumpSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1083974953638981962004-05-07T17:09:00.000-07:002004-05-07T17:18:26.483-07:00What Friends?
Watching "Friends" last night with a couple of my own lead me to some conclusions about the show. I hadn't watched that show in a few years (I am not exaggerating), yet, I still understood what in the world was going on. This would lead me to believe that the show had a extremely thin plot (or more like, no plot). Maybe this show was so popular because people could live out Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1080886733989503522004-04-01T22:18:00.000-08:002004-04-01T22:22:33.403-08:00Dihydrogen Monoxide is invading our lives. It is in every food that we eat: From the raw vegetables, to the succulent meat the we indulge. What's worse? The government condones this preposterous chemical. Side effects of dihydrogen monoxide include profuse sweating, diarrhea, and vomiting. Because the government has allowed it to be a part of our dietary intake, our human bodies have Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1079241631040236622004-03-13T21:20:00.000-08:002004-04-02T05:50:38.343-08:00My mind was full of glorious dreams as I perused the aisles of glistening and shimmering items to fill my house with. I was infatuated with the beauty and delicate forms of objects adorned with costly meaningless crystal and silver. I relished the thought of them being in my kitchen and fantasized of people lusting after the possessions that I had been fortunate enough to obtain. A lengthy Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1078111877410414952004-02-29T19:31:00.000-08:002004-02-29T19:34:12.716-08:00Monotony overflowed the empty spaces left between the glazed over eyes that mindlessly mumbled a once sacred creed. Shivers ran over me as I caught a glimpse of idle people like myself who are lost in unseen traditions. The climax arrived when my appointed leader spoke ironically of a stagnant faith that convicted my heart. I was convicted not only by the words, but by the feeling I felt as I Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056915.post-1077160684447496642004-02-18T19:18:00.000-08:002004-02-18T19:20:44.763-08:00So you all know my crazy brother. Sometimes he is quite hard to love, but I love him; cause you know,,,he's family! But anyways, so I have to admit that a song that he wrote called "Not Me" happens to be a phenomenal song. Though I have heard that song about a zillion times, it had a way of striking me tonight. The part that strikes me the most is a simple line that reads "When You look down Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08669887176212658934noreply@blogger.com