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Classic HT: Oh TIHS!

The morning announcements were certainly something. Pécan reminded students that state testing was going down tomorrow. Like they weren’t aware. We’ve been drillin’ and killin’ since coming back from the winter break. He reminded them that they needed to check the alpha lists in the cafeteria at lunch today to see what room they’re supposed to report to for testing. He also reminded those students who will need reading assistance (his term for the kids with reading disabilities) that they will be taking the testing in special designated areas.

So much for integration…

At the very least notify those students with a little bit of the down low, eh? My kids, who need subtlety assistance themselves, went nuts trying to decode Pécan.

“’Reading assistance’—like blind?”

“What do they do? Shout the questions or something?”

“That’s deaf, stupid.”

“Uh stupid, why would you yell at a deaf person?”

All the while, one of my kids who will be in one of those designated areas tomorrow is just sinking into his seat. It’s obvious that he isn’t digging this extra attention, though everyone is oblivious. On the bright side, he’ll have a few days without this stimulating conversation.

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Classic HT: TB, Consumption, Wasting Disease, White Plague, Phthisis, Scrofula, King’s Evil, Miliary TB, Tabes Mesenterica, Lupus Vulgaris and Prosector’s Wart

Aye yi yi. This research stuff has been killer. Let me ask you a question. Why is it that my kids are so selective when it comes to the books that we read, but when they’re gathering research then all pickiness goes out the window? We read “To Build a Fire,” it’s “gay.” We read “The Open Boat,” and “it blows.” And these assessments are made by the end of the first paragraph.

But when it comes to research, everything’s a nugget of enlightening brilliance. Kids, if you’re adding a simple biography on Edgar Allan Poe to establish a background for the reader, then I wouldn’t print out a ten page analysis on the vampire motif found in “The Fall of the House of Usher” without reading it. Yes, many of the loved ones in his life died of tuberculosis, but is a list of twelve other names for the disease necessary?

I modeled this paper to death. What’s wrong with these kids?!

Aw heck, even if they did pull some good sources, it wouldn’t matter anyway. They wouldn’t even start looking at it until the night the paper was due. Of course, if you think about it, it shouldn’t take more than a night to plagiarize.

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Classic HT: Here’s Flood In Your Eye

Oh boy, it was pouring this morning, which can be bad for one of these fancy-shmancy “we live in a forest” type communities, where SLHS is located. There’s tons of greenbelts, grottos and Koi ponds to overflow, so you don’t want bad weather around here. Trust me; I know. It’s happened before, and it’s not fun.

The conditions this morning don’t look promising for clear signs anytime soon, though. I got soaked just going from my car to the school. It didn’t help that I was using one of those el cheapo umbrellas. You know what I’m talking about… one of those plastic tips has come off… so the fabric scrunches up… and that umbrella spoke is sticking out.

On top of that, this wasn’t your freezing kind of rain. By 6:30 this morning, things were already muggy. If you’re not familiar with muggy rain and what happens when one gets caught in it, then let me ask you a question. You know that Tupperware container you found in the trunk of you’re car with dressing and turkey leftovers from the faculty holiday party? And it’s April? You feel and smell just like that.

And, on top of that, the school’s AC creates a cool front which hits your muggy rain soaked skin warm front that results in precipitation in your pits. Needless to say, I needed a change of clothes. Unfortunately, the only thing I had was a t-shirt from a textbook vendor (Who wants a Harcourt Brace Jovanovich t-shirt?).

This wasn’t the remedy that I was looking for. It had been in its plastic bag this entire time, so without a washing it smells like the plastic bag. Now I was really feeling like that forgotten Tupperware. On the bright side, perhaps the fact that the shirt was just as stiff as Tupperware without a washing, will keep my mind off my stench.

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