Marc
This is unbelieveable -- I'm actually sitting in a high school computer lab with my student. She's working on finishing a keyboarding assignment, while I am left to twiddle my thumbs in the chair next to her. Eh. I guess I'm okay with it. It just seems a bit pointless from time to time to drive all the way out here, especially so early in the morning, to just observe one student. Don't get me wrong, she's a good kid, but I could be doing more hands on activities.
Either way you slice it, though, it's still too early to think about anything like this, so I don't really care that much.
The funniest part about it all, though, is that as soon as she sat down, she whipped out the Ludacris "Word Of Mouf" album and popped into the cd-rom drive, and now I'm on the receiving end of muffled backbeats. Man, do I loves me some Ludacris. That "Rollout" song, especially the unedited version, is pure gold. He's got another one called "You's a Hoe", and it's just as good, if not better.
When did I get so short? I swear, I walk down these halls, and all these kids are like incredibly tall -- way taller than myself. It's almost to the point of being intimidating, because I'm the "new guy" around here, and I get all the "new guy" looks from all these big, beefy, over extended youngsters, who are, in some cases, close to six or seven years my junior, but they're scary looking -- like real terrifying at some times. I saw one kid once, on the way up to the second floor, in a remote stairwell, that looked like he wanted to punch me because I kind of, sort of, stepped in his way, and I said, "Whoa, sorry bro" to no effect, cause he just kept on staring at me, and I swear I saw his fist clench up like he was 'bout ready to club me.
Luckily, though, he didn't. Maybe I should go back to my job as a tutor. Only thirty more minutes to kill until I can go find some breakfast, and go back to bed. Mmm ... sacrilicious.
This is unbelieveable -- I'm actually sitting in a high school computer lab with my student. She's working on finishing a keyboarding assignment, while I am left to twiddle my thumbs in the chair next to her. Eh. I guess I'm okay with it. It just seems a bit pointless from time to time to drive all the way out here, especially so early in the morning, to just observe one student. Don't get me wrong, she's a good kid, but I could be doing more hands on activities.
Either way you slice it, though, it's still too early to think about anything like this, so I don't really care that much.
The funniest part about it all, though, is that as soon as she sat down, she whipped out the Ludacris "Word Of Mouf" album and popped into the cd-rom drive, and now I'm on the receiving end of muffled backbeats. Man, do I loves me some Ludacris. That "Rollout" song, especially the unedited version, is pure gold. He's got another one called "You's a Hoe", and it's just as good, if not better.
When did I get so short? I swear, I walk down these halls, and all these kids are like incredibly tall -- way taller than myself. It's almost to the point of being intimidating, because I'm the "new guy" around here, and I get all the "new guy" looks from all these big, beefy, over extended youngsters, who are, in some cases, close to six or seven years my junior, but they're scary looking -- like real terrifying at some times. I saw one kid once, on the way up to the second floor, in a remote stairwell, that looked like he wanted to punch me because I kind of, sort of, stepped in his way, and I said, "Whoa, sorry bro" to no effect, cause he just kept on staring at me, and I swear I saw his fist clench up like he was 'bout ready to club me.
Luckily, though, he didn't. Maybe I should go back to my job as a tutor. Only thirty more minutes to kill until I can go find some breakfast, and go back to bed. Mmm ... sacrilicious.
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