don't you forget about me...

or in this case, a chocolate paddle pop.

i have a fridge with a tiny freezer on the top of it. i have this habit of sticking stuff on the top while i rearrange the stuff inside. the top of the fridge is taller than i am so it's a bit hard to see the top of it. in this case i left a paddle pop on the top. a wee while ago. i just rediscovered it today. it was a bit melted and stuck to the top of the fridge.

damn you paddle pop lion and your icy sweet delicious chocolatey milky treats.

but then again i should clean the top of the fridge a bit more often than once every never...

what doesn't kill us is making us stronger...

i know my current theme is song titles..but i'm stretching it a little to include lyrics...and stretching it even further to include sitcom opening title song lyrics...

wait for it...

it's not that D & M...

but i think i may 'get' the gym junkie thing...thought i'd never say this...but i think i'm addicted to that sore, tired feeling you feel after a workout...

wow!

it's a mad world...

this week, because it was the end of the holidays, it fair persisted down for most of the first three days back. picture the scene. 33 energetic students trapped in their small classroom. lots of incredibly immature boys who don't think. well, something had to give and on wednesday it was a very big window. 14 stitches and $350 later and i'm not sure if the lesson was learned. and here's why i say this.

the very next day the weather was a bit better. i decided, against my better judgement, to let them stay inside. ten minutes later there was a knock on the staffroom door. fearing the worst, i went to investigate. turns out three of my boys were chasing each other around the room with metre rulers. the rest of the class who were behaving got a bit annoyed when i kicked them all out but as i said to them, i couldn't trust those behaving like idiots to stay out.

a plea from a teacher frustrated by immature boys who don't know how to behave. stop spoiling them and make them accountable for their behaviour.

an update from a previous incident (not sure i have mentioned all of it before...)
the students from the carpark have gone on to worser things (yes, it's a word, again because i said so). one of the girls has been sent up north and the other two keep running away. i saw the latter two in town in the holidays. they looked appalling and it turns out they had been away from home for a couple of days. they were found earlier this week.

one of the boys involved, the one who pulled the gun on a teacher (i'm going to look back and see if i've told you about that), is FINALLY being removed from his parents. too little too late. apparently after pulling a gun on the teacher he went and shot someone in the head with it. luckily it was only a BB gun. this kid is too young to prosecute. he is also illiterate. hopefully his mother has stopped making excuses for him...

P.S...i checked back. seems i have referred to the carpark incident twice without actually mentioning the initial incident. short summary. in feb 08 five students spent the night in a carpark in the local mall. weather was dreadful. two of them were from my class. one was the gun toter mentioned earlier and one is a chronic runaway.

25-04-15 - at the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them...

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

you're the voice

maybe it is true what they say about not missing something til it's gone. yesterday my voice was sketchy...but still there. however, when i woke up this morning it had completely gone. a few things spring to mind but the primary one is that i'm annoyed that this didn't happen in school time cos then i'd get a day off. what does that say? (that question was rhetorical, because i know what it says).

and this is going to be another short post until i get inspired again.

i only want to say...

i don't have very much really to add. not much is happening. just as the unwinding starts it's time to start back up again.

what i do know, however, is that i am tired...

hooray, hooray, it's a holi-holiday...

i just read my last entry...it was a bit of a pile of apeshit really, wasn't it. big assumption to make that no-one outside of NZ knows what apeshit is. so i decided to wiki it. it wasn't listed. so maybe there are only a few of us who appreciate that word.

speaking of apes...there was an article in the paper the other day about chimpanzee sex. apparently female chimps put out when the males share meat with them...well duh...(hope i'm not the only one who made that connection, otherwise that was a pretty lame comment.)

ok…back to the holiday thing. today it is good friday. so that means the end of term has arrived. i’m going to actually have a holiday break longer than four days I’ve decided. it’s not worth working for all that time. the plan is as follows. study tomorrow and mon. and that’s all…I hope I can stick to it.

I have to do a term review cos my boss loves shuffling paper. when I reflect on this term it has been busy. and I think that’s all I’m gonna cover about school on the first day of my holidays.

WARNING, GIRLY STUFF FOLLOWS
I bought this top last year without trying it on. and it was too small…it was a cool top though so I decided to keep it. today I wore it to church and it’s possibly maybe even a little too big for me now. how about that! so that means I have to go shopping…again…sigh.

and now i'm going to bring in the washing.