Showing posts with label genius. Show all posts
Showing posts with label genius. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

25 of the World's Thinnest Books


Today we were like hipsters. Thin and ironic. Perhaps I should explain further...

Currently, my kids are chest-deep in some pretty heavy narrative writing. The natives were getting restless, so today I decided to let them step away from their memoirs to play around. This "quick" write turned into a day of laughter, wit, and irony that we all greatly needed.

"A thin book is a book the author has no authority to write or that is an oxymoron. It's thin because there's nothing to put in it. Come up with 10 titles for books that would have to be thin."



Below are 25 of my favorites from the day. Enjoy!

How to Hit Puberty by Justin Bieber
How to be Social by Boo Radley

Rick Ross's Healthy Cookbook

Natural Beauty by K. Kardashian
Emergency Exits by the crew of the Titanic

Freeing Slaves 101 by Joseph Kony
How to Dress Casually by Lady Gaga
Loving People by Jaws
How to Teach Math by Ms. P
Taking Life Seriously by Buddy the Elf
How to Keep a Girl Safe by Chris Brown
World Peace by Al-Qaeda
10 Tips to Be Tan by Edward Cullen
A Happy Place by Satan
How to Keep a Shirt On by Taylor Lautner
A Guide to Crying by James Bond
How to Grow a Full Mustache by Hitler
Dressing to Please the Lord by Christina Aguilera
Get over your Break Up by Bella Swan

Drama-Free Household by the Kardashians
Intelligence by Mike (The Situation)
Days of the Week by Rebecca Black
What to do When There’s a Terrorist on your Plane by Osama bin Laden
The Bright Side of Life by E. A. Poe
How to Be a Responsible Mom by the cast of MTV’s 16 and Pregnant

Yours truly,
Ms. P

Bonus points? Contribute to our list of thin books in the comments section.



Thursday, April 19, 2012

"Whatever you do, wear underwear."

Earlier this week, I assigned a quick write that required my students to write a letter of advice to their future dates - particularly advising them on how to survive meeting the family. They didn't hold back. 
Below are some of my favorite excerpts from their letters - just the tip of a very humorous, awkward iceberg. Enjoy!

Out of the Mouths of Babes

“My mom would want you to make right choices and not act like a hooligan. My dad would just like the fact that I got a date.”
“Whatever you do, wear underwear.”
“Don’t let other people tell you you’re not beautiful.”
“My parents aren’t going to let us sit on the loveseat.”

“My brother Chris will be pretty disgusting, so bring a gas mask in case we have beans.”
“You may deny it now, but as soon as I hit five foot, you won’t be able to resist me.”
 “If you break my heart, I’ll be out for blood. Good luck.”
“I hope that you exist. Few people get my jokes, but I hope you would if you exist.”
“Dear please – be – a – Hollister – model boyfriend,”
 “Before I begin, I just wanna let you know that my family is in fact normal. Some of us.”
“Future date, you go on the list along with unicorns and non-stick glitter. So yeah, you’re pretty rare.”
“If you hear us speak in Russian, it’s probably about you…or the food.”

“If, and that’s a very big IF, she lets me date at 16 or 17, she’ll insist on knowing A: Your life’s history, or B: Your entire future.”
“Watch out for flying knives.”
“Don’t share anything with my mother. If you do, she’ll use it against you.”
“My father will probably ask you if you know anything about guns. My grandfather will ask you if you have ever been threatened by a gun. Then tell you that you have just been threatened by a gun as he holds it out in front of you.”

“If my mom asks if I kissed you yet, say no. Or she won’t shut up.”
“My dog will try to protect me from you, but after she gets to know you, she will leave you alone.”
“Don’t get discouraged if my step dad yells at you. That’s just the way he talks.”
“My mom will have you brain dead by the time you leave. She might even give you a math sheet to complete. She might even give you a physical.”
“Your personal bubble will be invaded.”

“You will leave with some kind of animal hair on you.”
“Dear Beyonce, since you are rich, you are paying for dinner. So be ready to spend a lot of money because I like to eat a lot.”
“I want to take you on a fancy date, like to the movies.”
“You might see my mom dancing. She watches Ellen.”

“There might be kitty litter down the hallway. Watch your step.”
 “My mom will just probably stand there and look at you, and it will be weird.”
“I’m writing to make sure you understand the terms of agreement in our relationship. Usually, I just click, ‘I have read and agreed to these terms of agreement’, but you actually need to read these this time.”
“My dad…he already hates you, but we might can change that. If you don’t eat his deer sausage, he’ll be offended. Just do it.”

“Dear Snooki, We will have to escape to Cuba to get away from my dad. We will have to change our names to Chico and Maria. I will be Maria.”
“Meet me at Hooters!”
“If my dad sees a strange guy in the house, he will not hesitate to shoot.”
“If you feel a sharp sting, my brother just shot you with an airsoft gun. He will keep doing it, so grab his arm and twist it. If he says he’ll stop, twist a little more – then he might actually quit.”
             And to sum it all up....

 “You need to take into account that you will have the worst time of your life meeting my family.”

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

How students are like hostages and bar patrons

Sometimes chuckling at a little irreverent teaching advice is the only thing that can get me through a day of A+ adversity.


"Just yell at your students... Not that they are in trouble, but they are hostages... Beat them with knowledge."
-said by my brilliant friend Bess, who is student teaching, plays in a washboard band, and has a daddy that resembles Mr. Miyagi...a lot






"After lunch the clock moves much slowly than our students do. Your class begins to remind you of a bar full of little drunk people: They want constant attention and often don’t realize how loud they are talking. They have short attention spans; rarely think of the consequences of their actions; and, as you will find out tomorrow, they don’t always remember what happened the day before.” 
-From the brilliant book, "See Me After Class: Advice for Teachers by Teachers" by Roxanna Elden

Cheekily yours,
Ms. P

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Get This Kid a Book Deal, 2: Ghost Town-

I never let my kids write fiction in class.  Perhaps it's a personal hang up. I know all my adolescent experiments in fiction were filled with stereotypes and cop-outs like "And then I woke up. It was all a dream." 



But they beg and beg. So this week, I finally gave in...a bit. We've attempted spurts of fiction. For example, when working on describing setting, I gave them the following prompt:

"A group of teens are exploring dark woods when they stumble upon an abandoned village."




Here are some of their sentences:

"The trees in the woods looked like skinny arms grabbing for lost visitors."

"The grass acted as spikes on the ground, protecting the land from intruders."

"The woods were so dark, it was as if God forgot to turn on the lights."
(Another variation of this one was, "It was so dark that it was as if someone had forgotten to pay the light bill.")

"The dark clouds swirled above them like moths as they stared at the abandoned village."

"The radiant moonlight skimmed over their heads like flashlights in the trees."

"The animals were as terrified as two-year-olds at the dentist."

"You could almost hear the forgotten hum of the villagers."


They make the hard work of original writing look so effortless. 

Basically, I issued up the fiction challenge, and they responded with a, "Ain't no thang, lady."


Yet again, they prove me wrong. Each day, they show me how very little adults, like myself, truly understand about their capabilities.

Slack-jawed,
Ms. P

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Conflicting Feelings of Nyeeehh

Lately, my students have been writing persuasive essays on these topics. While they've been doing an incredible job writing persuasive anecdotes to sprinkle throughout their arguments, they have had trouble stating their opinions with conviction. 


For instance, I've gotten a lot of sentences that start like this:


"It's possible that..."
"One might think..."
"It could happen..."
"I can't promise..."

I want to scream the famous (within my family at least) line from the Brady Bunch, "SAY WHAT YOU MEAN, GREG BRADY!"



Why are they afraid to write with conviction? If they're not convinced, their readers will never be. Luckily, people exist who are more eloquent than me. One of them is Taylor Mali.  

Poet and Teacher Taylor Mali

If you are a teacher, a poet, a thinker, a breather, he and his words are going to be your new best friends. He wrote an incredible poem entitled, "Totally, Like, Whatever" that beautifully illustrates the point that I want to make to my students about using convicting language. 


Watch it here:





Typography from Ronnie Bruce on Vimeo.


Perhaps, watching and discussing this video tomorrow will help us eliminate those invisible question marks, ya know? Hopefully, his words will encourage them (and me!) to be, like, personally invested in our own opinions.


And if that doesn't work, then I'm going to have to hang this poster on my classroom door. I am SO not above it.




I would be remiss if, as a teacher blogger,  I did not direct you to Taylor's most notorious poem "What Teachers Make." You can watch it below. His words and delivery will have you laughing appreciatively and nodding in agreement. 








"Be honest. What do you make?"
And I wish he hadn't done that 
(asked me to be honest) 
because, you see, I have a policy 
about honesty and ass-kicking: 
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.



If you are a teacher and happen upon a down day, watch this and get rejuvenated. Take account of all the important things you do that cannot be measured or quantified.



Power to the poets,

Ms. P


Monday, February 7, 2011

What do teachers do....

When you google "what do teachers do," the search engine auto completes the question for you:



You'll notice that two of the top ten completions wonder about what teachers do in the summer. Thus, I surmised that you're sitting at home just DYING to know my summer plans. Before I reveal them, let me take you a little further down the Google rabbit hole where internet users answer the aforementioned query.

"buy more sweaters with prints on them and denim skirts and bad perfume."

"They drink a lot."

Note the teacher under her said, "Read yahoo answers saying what horrible people we are and how overpaid and underworked."

HILARIOUS, internet-ers.  On to my summer plans. I could do something definitively useful like enrolling in grad school classes or tutoring children. But, I'm going to fulfill a lifelong dream instead. I'm going to turn my converted garage into my own personal home library.

It's so Sherlock Holmes. So Virginia Woolf. So Jo March. So Ms. P. And I'm thrilled.

Right now my garage serves as a holding pen for the dogs when I'm at work. They have a doggie door that lets them out and dirt, gravel, and sticks in. 

It looks a lot like this, but with more dirt, which is why you aren't seeing the real thing:


But, I have a vision! It is going to be divine. 


MY MASTER PLAN:
1) All white surfaces....

....except for one chalkboard wall for recording memorable lines from favorite books:

2) Classic Persian rug

3) A black and white striped couch with good bones

4) A tweed chair - the professor's blazer of furniture
5) A side-table that looks like I chopped it down myself

6) Literary-themed throw pillows...in case I run out of reading material

7) A wall of letters - being careful not to situate the wrong ones together...yikes!


8) Floating shelves that look like an art-collector with full hands just happened by them - so casual.

9) On those shelves will be (and this is my favorite part) black and white photos of people reading framed in black frames with white mats.



10) And, of course, books. Tall books. Small books. Musty books. Fresh books. Dearly beloved books.



END OF MASTER PLAN. TAH DAHHH.


Basically what I'm saying is, I'll buy a Kindle just as soon as I can figure out how to design a room around it. Nothing inspires me like scores of lovely, bound stories. But don't worry, I'm not a total elitist. I'll let you lounge in my garage/library with your eReader. I'll even serve you eCoffee.

Watching Craigslist like a hawk,
Ms. P


QUESTION:
1) What is your dream room? A home gym? A chef's kitchen? A meth lab?