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Holly and Family having real fun in the real world

Oh My.  School will be up and the kids running again in less than two weeks.

I, myself have only the one semester left before I retire. As if I would never stop teaching -- self-proclaimed know-it-all here...

With this in mind, I came across this info-graphic (in itself a statement of how information has to be presented in a flashier, multimedia fashion to garner attention)

From Visually.

Remembrance Day at Sir Wil

Lest we forget

This Remembrance day is a first -- 11/11/11 -- a once in a lifetime happening --  in the 11th year of the century.

Remembrance day at Sir Wil has always been an important event. The highlights for me are always the live piper with his glorious presence and the insanely loud bagpipes. Impossible to ignore and so unique in sound. Then the Military guest speaker -- very inspiring this year as he was stationed in Afghanistan and had a personal slide show bringing courage and sacrifice home to the students in a way that they could relate to.

And, for a number of years now, a screening of  Terry Kelly's song, "A pittance of time" brings more that a tear to my eye by reminding me to consider deeply the significance of the day.

Thanks to all the organizers and helpers and especially Mr. Fyfe.

Strive to learn something new every day...

Remember...

Time flies like the wind...

Bee flying...like time... coneflower yellow like banana..

Fruit flies like a banana.

Last week of June

Ah, summer.

Seven foot high cone-flowers -- almost as tall as this years crop of grade nine boys

We all yearn for it about a month before the end. Coinciding with summatives, it makes everyone miserable and at odds. time to break out those ACTING chops and get to work! Smile and you'll feel better. Smile AT someone and you'll feel better about them.

That works till they tell you to #@#@# for some reason residing in the teen brain -- that has nothing to do with you, their teacher. Ah, I think with all my knowledge and Yoda wisdom, "sweetie, did you not have breakfast?" and since I never think before I speak it comes out my mouth at the same moment. The kid blinks, says actually, no. I send them off to get a milk or O.J. and, without their knowledge, make their day.

I started to write about how weird an empty school is and how surreal it seems to go about the empty (yet filled with costumes, black books and assorted crap) drama room doing whatever, whenever.

And I ended up reminiscing about kids who swear at me at 8:40 am because they're hungry.

Yup. Yer gonna learn a LOT about teaching from this blog 

Espeshully speling.