I am a rebel.
When people who don't know how to drive nearly as well as I do tailgate me...I slow down until I am doing the speed limit! Take THAT, you scofflaws!
When the copy machine pauses and visually tells me to add paper to drawer 3...I add paper to drawer 1. It is deeper, and easier to dump paper into.
When I back into my parking space at work...I leave a three-foot gap between my rear bumper and the grassy grounds. The maintenance dude does not respect my T-Hoe's space.
When Sonic gives me lemons...I complain at the next visit. Diet Coke with Lime should include limes.
When Loungeabout H leaves a red Solo cup on the end table...I do not pick it up. It can stay until pigs fly and the cows come home. I am not a maid service.
When students enter my classroom after the bell, and tell me, "Don't count me tardy, I was at the door."...I count them tardy. What a fine world it would be if 22 students were at the door each hour when the bell rang.
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A 20-acre utopia smack dab in the middle of Hillmomba, where Hillbilly Mom posts her cold-hearted opinions, petty grievances, and self-proclaimed wisdom in spite of being a technology simpleton.
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4 comments:
Kudos again - you witchy woman.
First time you may not know;
Second time it may be a mistake; Third time no excuse.....
Reason for going to hell in a hand basket is because most people do not stick to what they say. Don't threaten - act.
I had a student who (for attention) would set her books on the corner of my desk and then go outside until class time. No - no!. Third time's charm. Not that I didn't ask her to not put the books there and (Oh my!) on the floor they went - not quietly. She had the stupidity to say, "I can't believe you did that!"
She never did it again. Just sayin'........
I had one student write me a letter telling me about how happy she was in getting a certain job due to the education she had received primarily from my classes. Going on to say her job was a hell of a lot easier than my classes had ever been! Ha! I think she may run the company if she so desires. She understands the rules. Ethics and compassion are always good items to teach.
Keep fighting the good fight.
knancy,
I like your book-shoving style. I have one who used to leave her handed-back papers on her desk. I told her not to do it. I reminded her once more. The third time, I mentioned it to the principal at the lunch table, and he marched her down to my room and pointed out her transgression. She looked at me like I had betrayed her when she rejoined her lunch crew. But she never left her papers on her desk again.
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knancy,
I TRY to teach ethics and compassion...every time I say to them: "What if I came to your house and (insert pet peeve of the week). How would YOU like it?"
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MommyNeeds,
I'm a whiner, not a fighter.
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