I just got a call from the principal at the school I subbed at yesterday. Her and the teacher I subbed for are annoyed with me. They think I am not qualified to teach information processing classes. That is outrageous. I have all the computer teachers at two other schools who request me as a sub every time they are absent. They seem not to have a problem with me.

The problem is that the absent teacher yesterday wanted me to teach a lesson on queries in Microsoft Access. I spoke with her and my understanding was she had everything I needed for the class in a big binder in the classroom. There was absolutely no information about what specifically I was supposed to do (a common theme for the day). She told me about some other work they could work on instead so I made a call. I had no time to prepare a lesson (I had no computer access anyway) from scratch. Now I have the principal yelling at me on the phone telling me that I was misleading by saying that I could teach the class. She advised me that I should take info pro off of the list of classes I can teach.

Now here is my rant about the teacher I subbed for and school I was at yesterday. The teacher has taught for over 25 years and she is a bad teacher. She stands there and lectures at the students and that is it. The students are bored and don't learn anything. You think you would clue in to the problem since it is a school with over 800 students and they only have a single IP class. It has less than 20 students and it is an IP 10/20/30 class. The majority of the class is in IP 10. I had a larger class than that in a high school whose population was around 100 students. On top of that there is only one computer science class. This teacher is probably teaching the same things to her students as she did 10 years ago.

The Hilarious House of Frightenstein

My sister sent me this awesome CBC Kid's TV Quiz. While taking the quiz she found the name of the TV show I have been trying to remember for ages --The Hilarious House of Frightenstein. it was thoroughly awesome.

Janny meets the Queen

Remember people, the Saskatchewan Centennial Gala is televised on CBC on Thursday evening. Most parts of the country show it at 8pm. My mom & myself are in a choir singing at it.

Argh

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I just felt like a shout. Trust me, it is very therapeutic. Give it a try.

strange talents

I seem to be very good at estimating how tall people on TV or movies are. Recently I estimated that Logan on Gilmore Girls was approximately my height. According to IMDB he is a 1/4" taller than me, freaky. Considering I've never meet the dude, I'd say that was a very good guesstimate. Previous correct predictions include John Cusack. If only my talents had some useful purpose.

"All I'm saying is he needs a haircut! Looking all homeless, and stuff!"

I had a request recently to find the Brian Fellow's skit from when Matt Damon was on. I could not find it on video but I found the transcript. My understanding is that the "Best of Tracy Morgan" has the skit on it.

Pet Peeve

I hate it when people touch the controls in my car. If you are too hot, too cold, don't like the music or think the music is too loud, that's fine -- ask me first. I am usually accommodating to people who travel with me. Think of it this way, would you go and change the thermostat in someone's house without asking?

All Used Up - now in colour!

Note to friends and family

I am getting annoyed that no one emails or calls me any more. People only seem to communicate with me through my blog.

916-Call-Turk!

I had heard about this number being a real phone number that will call the set of Scrubs. I found a special feature showing the cast answering the phone calls.

My new favorite beverage is water with tangerine slices. Sometimes I add lemon juice to. Delicious.

I am absolutely sick with worry and it is not my fault at all. I just have to clean up the mess. I emailed the local youth group to get exact numbers for wall climbing this Saturday. If there were going to be 15 people or more we were going to have to book in advance. By the time we needed to know we only had 6 people for sure. Without figuring out what other people might come it was still below 15. That was then, this is now. In the last 12 hours the numbers have increased to a possible 17. We are in so much trouble. I am waiting to here back if we can still book. They may not be able to accommodate that large of group at short notice. So then what? I hate irresponsible people. I am almost wishing we cannot go to teach people a lesson.

On Monday my friend Laurel came into town for the day with her baby Kayce. She was there to pick up a friend at the airport. She came early so we could spend the afternoon together. She took me out for dinner for my birthday and then we spent the afternoon shopping. Kayce is so precious. She is only 5 weeks old but has a full head of hair.

I worked two days this week at the school at Asquith. Of course the days I was was booked for them were the only days when Saskatoon Public called me for work. I feel bad turning down work but I was already booked. Would have been nice to work 4 days this week instead of 2.

I really enjoyed my time at Asquith school. On Tuesday I was in a grade 6 classroom. They were a little lively at time but it is too be expected, they are in grade 6. Today I was in for a math/computer teacher. It was a really nice day. The principal adores me. She asked if I can come back later this month. She was the administrator who interviewed me for the subbing position. At the interview she told me she wished she could hire me full time.

I had a sleep over last night. I met my friend Ky yesterday at the university. I invite her over to my place to watch some Gilmore Girls episodes she had not seen. I didn't think we could finish them before prayer meeting so I invited her to sleep over. I dropped her off on my way to Asquith this morning. It was good to spend time with her.

"What came first, the music or the misery?"

A quote from High Fidelity comes to mind tonight as I convince myself I should never listen to music again:
"What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"