So a couple times I've ran into Dustin Diamond incognito and his apparent BFF Harry Knowles (of Ain't It Cool News) on the train. I'm pretty sure they are studying to be computer engineers at Devry. Screech was wearing aviator glasses when it was pitch dark outside. Either he was trying to be in disguise or he really loves Corey Hart. Neither would surprise me.
***Mary, these are even more dead on descriptions than "12 year old Icelandic boy", "Jesus-looking dude" or "pimp janitor".
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Kid Rock has really gone down hill
On MSN Today:
This is my theory:
1) MSN does not have access to any pictures of Kid Rock and Pam Anderson
2) They only have pictures of Pam Anderson with Doyle Brunson (which is understandable, why would you want a picture WITHOUT Doyle Brunson).
3) MSN does not have any photo editing software to remove Doyle Brunson and copy and paste Kid Rock in
This is my theory:
1) MSN does not have access to any pictures of Kid Rock and Pam Anderson
2) They only have pictures of Pam Anderson with Doyle Brunson (which is understandable, why would you want a picture WITHOUT Doyle Brunson).
3) MSN does not have any photo editing software to remove Doyle Brunson and copy and paste Kid Rock in
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Life Rants
Why do I keep on having dreams about over sleeping and missing work? On the weekend I dreamed that I was sleepy during my prep period so I decided to close my eyes for a couple minutes. In my dream I woke up at home in my bed 4 days later. I'm so tired these days even in my dreams I am sleepy.
I have come to the conclusion that Calgarians talk big but are really big wusses. For the past couple days it has been between -20 and -30C. Not a big deal for a girl from Saskatchewan but for anyone else, it gets below -5C and they don't know how to cope. The kids were trying to convince the principal to call a weather day. YOU LIVE IN CANADA YOU IDIOTS, DEAL WITH IT! I do admit it is harder to drive in Calgary than most places in Saskatchewan. When I was on my way home last night (a trip that took me 1:45) and there were lots of cars that couldn't get up hills on the slippery roads.
An add to my story yesterday about putting the plug on my block heater: my landlord did it wrong. When I woke up on Monday it started like it wasn't even plugged in. I think something was loose because the plug fell right off. Late last night I drove my car around so it would start in the morning.
I have come to the conclusion that Calgarians talk big but are really big wusses. For the past couple days it has been between -20 and -30C. Not a big deal for a girl from Saskatchewan but for anyone else, it gets below -5C and they don't know how to cope. The kids were trying to convince the principal to call a weather day. YOU LIVE IN CANADA YOU IDIOTS, DEAL WITH IT! I do admit it is harder to drive in Calgary than most places in Saskatchewan. When I was on my way home last night (a trip that took me 1:45) and there were lots of cars that couldn't get up hills on the slippery roads.
An add to my story yesterday about putting the plug on my block heater: my landlord did it wrong. When I woke up on Monday it started like it wasn't even plugged in. I think something was loose because the plug fell right off. Late last night I drove my car around so it would start in the morning.
Janny's Blog: Singer in Disguise
What is going on? An Elvis Stojko hater has started a bit of controversy on my blog.
Janny's Blog: Singer in Disguise
Janny's Blog: Singer in Disguise
Monday, November 27, 2006
Changing Plugs or How Ky Will Be Framed for My Murder
I had a truly craptacular day yesterday.
Stupid, silly me did not deal with getting my plug replaced for my block heater when the weather was nice. Yesterday my car barely started and I didn't want to wreck my car battery so I had to deal with it. (Please note that I was tired and not feeling well).
First I made some phone calls to find a garage where I could work. Either people were not home or not available. It was still daylight so I decided to take my chances to work on it outside. After buying the necessary materials and receiving specific instructions from my dad, I bundled up and got to work.
The old plug was impossible to remove. The screws and wires were pretty rusted so I eventually just cut the cord above the plug. My dad told me that there will be insulated wires coloured white, black and green, however there was only green so this confused me. After many phone calls back and forth I finally was able to get back to work again.
The insulation was striped away and I was ready to attach the wires when I discovered that I had not exposed enough of the wires. It about -33C with the windchill and the insulation was very difficult to cut. My utility knife slipped and I cut my finger pretty badly. I ran inside, put on a band aid and then finished removing the insulation. As I was screwing a wire tight, I realized that the inside of my mitten was completely wet. I took it off and my entire hand was cover in blood. I ran inside, cleaned off my hand and waited for the bleeding to stop before going back out again.
Returning to my work, I discovered I had attached the wrong wire to the wrong screw (it was getting dark). I had to undo my work and start over again. I tried to start over again but my hands were so cold I couldn't do anything. I went back inside and tried to make some more calls again to see if I could find a garage. I still could not get a hold of anyone so I went back out to finish the job with a flashlight. With the flashlight I saw that one of the wires had been cut through so I was going to have to start all over again. Do you know what does not help when you are working outside in the cold? Huge crocodile tears rolling down your face. I went inside to calm down and warm up. By the time I went back outside, my landlord came home and he let me use his garage. He even helped me to put the plug on.
I was very confused when I got inside and there was red paint all over my screwdriver. I looked closer and realized it was bloody fingerprints. Good thing the light was dim in the garage or my landlord would have noticed he was using a bloody screwdriver.
***Note: The reason Ky would be framed for my murder is she can seem suspicious even if she didn't do anything.
Stupid, silly me did not deal with getting my plug replaced for my block heater when the weather was nice. Yesterday my car barely started and I didn't want to wreck my car battery so I had to deal with it. (Please note that I was tired and not feeling well).
First I made some phone calls to find a garage where I could work. Either people were not home or not available. It was still daylight so I decided to take my chances to work on it outside. After buying the necessary materials and receiving specific instructions from my dad, I bundled up and got to work.
The old plug was impossible to remove. The screws and wires were pretty rusted so I eventually just cut the cord above the plug. My dad told me that there will be insulated wires coloured white, black and green, however there was only green so this confused me. After many phone calls back and forth I finally was able to get back to work again.
The insulation was striped away and I was ready to attach the wires when I discovered that I had not exposed enough of the wires. It about -33C with the windchill and the insulation was very difficult to cut. My utility knife slipped and I cut my finger pretty badly. I ran inside, put on a band aid and then finished removing the insulation. As I was screwing a wire tight, I realized that the inside of my mitten was completely wet. I took it off and my entire hand was cover in blood. I ran inside, cleaned off my hand and waited for the bleeding to stop before going back out again.
Returning to my work, I discovered I had attached the wrong wire to the wrong screw (it was getting dark). I had to undo my work and start over again. I tried to start over again but my hands were so cold I couldn't do anything. I went back inside and tried to make some more calls again to see if I could find a garage. I still could not get a hold of anyone so I went back out to finish the job with a flashlight. With the flashlight I saw that one of the wires had been cut through so I was going to have to start all over again. Do you know what does not help when you are working outside in the cold? Huge crocodile tears rolling down your face. I went inside to calm down and warm up. By the time I went back outside, my landlord came home and he let me use his garage. He even helped me to put the plug on.
I was very confused when I got inside and there was red paint all over my screwdriver. I looked closer and realized it was bloody fingerprints. Good thing the light was dim in the garage or my landlord would have noticed he was using a bloody screwdriver.
***Note: The reason Ky would be framed for my murder is she can seem suspicious even if she didn't do anything.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
I came to the realization a couple days ago that the students from my homeroom during my first year of teaching turned 22 this year. Any who went to university right after high school have convocated.
I ran into a student from my first homeroom earlier this week. She has her degree in business administration and is working for a securities firm downtown. Former students are grown ups, I am so old. Despite making me feel old, it was nice to see her. She is genuinely one of the nicest people I have ever met in my entire life. Teaching would be so easy if I had more students like her.
I ran into a student from my first homeroom earlier this week. She has her degree in business administration and is working for a securities firm downtown. Former students are grown ups, I am so old. Despite making me feel old, it was nice to see her. She is genuinely one of the nicest people I have ever met in my entire life. Teaching would be so easy if I had more students like her.
Fun with Clocks
Let me preface that I know I am old and I go to bed way too early.
The other night I went to bed at 10 pm and my alarm was set to go off at 5:25 am. I woke up at 10:58 very confused why I over slept by that much and my alarm clock did not go off. Tired, I force myself out of bed and into the bathroom to shower. It took me a couple minutes to realize it was way too dark outside for 11 am and realized I had only slept an hour.
The other night I went to bed at 10 pm and my alarm was set to go off at 5:25 am. I woke up at 10:58 very confused why I over slept by that much and my alarm clock did not go off. Tired, I force myself out of bed and into the bathroom to shower. It took me a couple minutes to realize it was way too dark outside for 11 am and realized I had only slept an hour.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Little Known Metal Facts
I was looking up Iron on Wikipedia and found this:
I never know one of the properties of iron was Charley Turton's smelliness.
I went back this afternoon and it was gone.
I never know one of the properties of iron was Charley Turton's smelliness.
I went back this afternoon and it was gone.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Report Card Aftermath
See if this makes sense to you:
I have a female student who does not do her homework, does not write down notes, does not study and does not ask for help. She has failed every test this year so far. All she has managed to accomplish is passing notes to her friends. She was surprised that she is failing. What? She blames me that she failing. She thinks I have something against her. She's a nice girl but she doesn't do anything in class. I have nothing against her.
The report cards were handed out on Friday and today she was displaying a serious hostile attitude towards me. A boy in the class with a similar mark as her got upset with her for blaming me for her failure. At least he admits he deserves the grade he has.
Students have such a warped sense of the reality of school. I don't give grades, they earn grades. It has nothing to do with how much I like them but to how well they know the content of the curriculum. Math and science grades are not subjective. It all boils down to a generation that does not take responsibility for their own actions.
I have a female student who does not do her homework, does not write down notes, does not study and does not ask for help. She has failed every test this year so far. All she has managed to accomplish is passing notes to her friends. She was surprised that she is failing. What? She blames me that she failing. She thinks I have something against her. She's a nice girl but she doesn't do anything in class. I have nothing against her.
The report cards were handed out on Friday and today she was displaying a serious hostile attitude towards me. A boy in the class with a similar mark as her got upset with her for blaming me for her failure. At least he admits he deserves the grade he has.
Students have such a warped sense of the reality of school. I don't give grades, they earn grades. It has nothing to do with how much I like them but to how well they know the content of the curriculum. Math and science grades are not subjective. It all boils down to a generation that does not take responsibility for their own actions.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
What European City Do You Belong In?
| You Belong in Paris |
 You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris. You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe. |
Friday, November 10, 2006
New School Picture
We had retakes this week and here is my new proof. I haven't decided yet if I want to order any.
(The small text says our guest lecturer is discussing the ramifications of bustin' heads.)
(The small text says our guest lecturer is discussing the ramifications of bustin' heads.)
Thursday, November 9, 2006
Into the Mind of Janny
I had a dream that I was Veronica Mars two nights ago. It was just like it was a continuation of the show, I was on the same case as her and it even had an end of show cliffhanger. I don't want to describe the case I was working on because I don't want to spoil anything for people that haven't seen the real show.
I was given a tip there was a clue in a locker in the girls' change room. I was trying to vindicate someone who had been falsely accused of a crime. The locker didn't actually belong to anyone and I had to use cryptology to open the lock (although I don't know why I just didn't cut the lock). Seconds before the person was arrested, I found my clue . For some reason the male football coach arrested a boy in the girls' change room. I don't know why either of them were there but it made sense in my dream. The other strange part was that the change room had no exterior walls. ANYWAY, the coach wouldn't listen to me about the evidence I found so I headbutted him in the back. He continued to walk away then collapsed a couple yards away. I shouted to the crowd that had formed for the perp walk, "Hey, all I did was head butt him!" Then fade to black.
I was given a tip there was a clue in a locker in the girls' change room. I was trying to vindicate someone who had been falsely accused of a crime. The locker didn't actually belong to anyone and I had to use cryptology to open the lock (although I don't know why I just didn't cut the lock). Seconds before the person was arrested, I found my clue . For some reason the male football coach arrested a boy in the girls' change room. I don't know why either of them were there but it made sense in my dream. The other strange part was that the change room had no exterior walls. ANYWAY, the coach wouldn't listen to me about the evidence I found so I headbutted him in the back. He continued to walk away then collapsed a couple yards away. I shouted to the crowd that had formed for the perp walk, "Hey, all I did was head butt him!" Then fade to black.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
I want to be sedated
I feeling punching everyone and everything. The lowlights of the day:
A student threw a temper tantrum because his ex-girlfriend DID NOT key his car. She stood by his car and there are no marks on it. Yet he is convinced that she damaged it. I don't key his car all the time and he has never once got upset with me.
The photocopier hates me. Either it jams or only photocopies the first page multiple times. I tried to make overhead transparencies and it warped them. At student came up to me and asked me if he could help. As I walked with him to class "Not unless you have a baseball bat or dynamite."
Yes, I did take an extra doughnut from the staff room. You snooze, you lose and get a bran muffin. If you have a problem with that you can fight me for it.
I'm going home and watching Crapmore Girls.
A student threw a temper tantrum because his ex-girlfriend DID NOT key his car. She stood by his car and there are no marks on it. Yet he is convinced that she damaged it. I don't key his car all the time and he has never once got upset with me.
The photocopier hates me. Either it jams or only photocopies the first page multiple times. I tried to make overhead transparencies and it warped them. At student came up to me and asked me if he could help. As I walked with him to class "Not unless you have a baseball bat or dynamite."
Yes, I did take an extra doughnut from the staff room. You snooze, you lose and get a bran muffin. If you have a problem with that you can fight me for it.
I'm going home and watching Crapmore Girls.
Thursday, November 2, 2006
Now I just need someone to love my sassiness...
I don't know if it is from my obsession with Veronica Mars but I tricked a student into a confession today. I was awesome. All I had was a student who might have seen something and the principal said this wasn't enough. I privately confronted one student and I spoke just like I saw the whole thing. He admitted to it and that's all I needed. I rule. Unfortunately my awesomeness is overshadowed by the fact that I had two students cheat.