Thought I'd add a photo of said slippers from last post.
Beeyard
Monday, January 25, 2010
Strange non-fiction in an otherwise mellow existence
Curled up on the loveseat grading stacks of papers, I am greedy enough to wish for another day off just as I am coming down off of a three day weekend.
The cliche, "True life is stranger than fiction" came true for me today when a student of mine plagiarized. That in itself is not so strange - here's the strange part: he plagiarized MY WORK! Just when I was feeling I had the upper hand on stories of the weird - my math teacher friend called with news of his own. Turns out a student wrote in as an answer to one of his story problems that there are 76 adults living in the state of Wisconsin. Proves, one again, that we teachers are stamping out ignorance one incident at a time.
Snow flies outside my window, freeways west of here are being shut down, I am warm and cozy in the slippers my sister bought me, and enjoying a heat-filled home for which I am always grateful.
The cliche, "True life is stranger than fiction" came true for me today when a student of mine plagiarized. That in itself is not so strange - here's the strange part: he plagiarized MY WORK! Just when I was feeling I had the upper hand on stories of the weird - my math teacher friend called with news of his own. Turns out a student wrote in as an answer to one of his story problems that there are 76 adults living in the state of Wisconsin. Proves, one again, that we teachers are stamping out ignorance one incident at a time.
Snow flies outside my window, freeways west of here are being shut down, I am warm and cozy in the slippers my sister bought me, and enjoying a heat-filled home for which I am always grateful.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I Was Here
Deciding what to write for my very first blog was daunting. Then I began asking myself what blogging means to people, and I decided it is simply a way of saying, "I was here."
When I was in Aruba a few years back I was mesmerized by the thousands of rock piles up and down the ocean shore which created such a stark contrast to the water mass of turquoise it jutted up against. Of course I created a few of these "rock piles" myself.
It wasn't until I returned to The States that I found out that many people call these rock piles "Cairns". Cairns are also a human being's way of saying, "I was here." Since then I find myself creating these layered rock beauties anytime I am out enjoying the abundance of nature whether it be on a hike, kayaking down the Kinnikinnick, canoing in the Boundary Waters, or at a backyard barbeque.
Blogging, creating cairns on a hike, carving initials in a tree, or writing a name in a school desk: these are only some of the ways we can let the world know we exist, and we matter.
When I was in Aruba a few years back I was mesmerized by the thousands of rock piles up and down the ocean shore which created such a stark contrast to the water mass of turquoise it jutted up against. Of course I created a few of these "rock piles" myself.
It wasn't until I returned to The States that I found out that many people call these rock piles "Cairns". Cairns are also a human being's way of saying, "I was here." Since then I find myself creating these layered rock beauties anytime I am out enjoying the abundance of nature whether it be on a hike, kayaking down the Kinnikinnick, canoing in the Boundary Waters, or at a backyard barbeque.
Blogging, creating cairns on a hike, carving initials in a tree, or writing a name in a school desk: these are only some of the ways we can let the world know we exist, and we matter.
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