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Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Yesterday was my last day with my senior class.  I brought in ice cream and we made sundaes and said good-bye.  I will see them this morning as they take their final exams and next week for the closing ceremonies, but I will never teach them in the classroom again.  My very best wishes to you, Class of 2008!

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Reflections on Prom Night

I chaperoned the prom and the after-prom party on Saturday.  While there were lots of things that were typical high school prom-ish, one thing that really stands out in my mind is the fact that many special needs students attended the prom.  Perhaps that isn't so noteworthy...what is commendable, however, is the way that every student at the prom included them.  I can't tell you how many "cool" guys I saw dancing with the special needs girls and how in general, the kids were all mixed together and having a good time. 

This is particularly awesome to me because things simply (and most unfortunately) not this way when I was in high school.  None of the preppy jocks would be caught dead dancing with a mentally challenged girl.  I have been impressed with Montoursville High School in general because of the way that "inclusion" is working in our school.  To be sure, the life skills class isn't necessary "included" in regular classes, but I observe many students saying hello and being kind to the special needs kids. 

The after-prom party was a lot of fun...well, for the chaperones!  Six of us had what I call a barnyard basketball game which lasted about 1 1/2 hours.  Of course, because of my back problems I couldn't walk the next day, but they tell me it's hell getting old.  :)  I only stayed at the after-prom until 2 a.m. because I had to play 8 a.m. mass, and I do hope that it is taken on as a graduation project next year because the attendance wasn't as high as it could have been.  "They" keep talking about me being a class advisor.  Phew...I don't think so!  Not this upcoming year, anyhow.  I don't think I'm ready to organize a prom!

In all, the hard work that many people put into the evening really paid off.  It was a fun night, a gorgeous night weather-wise, and a fun night which thankfully yielded no alcohol-related crashes.  I call it a success for sure!


Pretzel Challenge

In my seventh period class the other day, some girls were telling me about a youth group game they play that consists of attempting to eat the center of a pretzel without breaking the outer edge.  This involves licking the center to get it soggy enough to be removed without breaking the edge.  Of course, they gave me a pretzel and said I should try it.  I placed it on my desk and said, "Let's take the vocab quiz." 

After the kids started taking their quiz, I decided to try the pretzel challenge.  My desk is in the back of the room, and my student desks are arranged in a horseshoe shape.  As I was trying to get the center out of the pretzel, I suddenly felt like someone was staring at me.  I looked up, and sure enough, I was right.  A student who had NOT heard the discussion about the pretzel game was gaping at me.  We made eye contact and he said, "What in the world are you doing?" Of course, the class erupted in laughter, and I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to cry.

I broke my pretzel in the process.  And one of the girls who started all of this debacle brought me a bag of pretzels yesterday; evidently, they want me to practice!

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"I have a wedding, too."

The kiddos are at Grandma Tina's in Lock Haven this weekend, and I was explaining to Aidan that we were really busy this weekend: we have a concert on Friday, a wedding on Saturday, church and another wedding on Sunday... He said, "Oh, I have a wedding, too."  I thought he was referring to Aunt Michelle and Uncle Adam's wedding in July, until he corrected me, "No, Mommy, I am getting married."  Again my hopes for the priesthood were dashed (unless, of course, the Church gets realistic about priests being able to marry, but ... I digress...).  I asked Aidan who he planned on marrying...."My dinosaurs, Mommy.  I am going to teach them to read."

Teaching your spouse to read...that's what marriage is all about, right?


Larry Bassett

Last night, Michael and I sang in the Williamsport Chamber Choir and Orchestra's spring concert, Shakespeare in Song.  The concert was a success, and afterward, I was surprised to see Larry Bassett in the reception hall, mingling with the other audience members.  You may recall my post about Larry's visit to MHS in April (http://deniseconnor.typepad.com/blog/2008/04/got-poetry.html).  I approached Larry and said hello, reminding him that I am the "fourteen-year-old English teacher at Montoursville" (which he joking said when we met). 

Imagine my surprise when Larry said, "You're the one who ripped me on your blog!" 

I smiled and said, 'Yes, I think I am."  We talked a little bit about his spring poem and my reaction, and Larry pointed out that he was "playing to a particular part of the audience" in his attempt to draw them into poetry.  I respect that.  Like I said in the original post, I do appreciate his rapport with the students, and it was nice to talk to him briefly about his work.  He left me with these parting words, "Write something nice about me next time!"  I think I just did.  :)