One thing to remember - no Diamond Cutters on the little kids. If you can remember that I'm sure you'll do fine.
Good. You're back. Your polo (or was it croquet?) photo was on my list of targets for my Portraits in Fantasy until you up and left. Perhaps there might be another opportunity.I hate it when dudes freak out and then come back to a forum. Sorry for the trouble, folks. I've been lurking, and this place is addictive.
What?! Aw man!One thing to remember - no Diamond Cutters on the little kids. If you can remember that I'm sure you'll do fine.
Glad to see you're back, Bob ol' boy.I hate it when dudes freak out and then come back to a forum. Sorry for the trouble, folks. I've been lurking, and this place is addictive.
The first time a student called me Mr. (Last name), I turned around and looked for my Father.One of us! One of us! One of us!!
Meanwhile...
Tomorrow is the first official day of school. I've been working on the schools for the past week or so, helping to set up the classrooms, sharpening pencils, yadda yadda. Tomorrow? It begins.
The first half of my internship is a Kindergarten/Grade 1 split class (no idea how that works). The second half is with a Grade 2 class at another school.
Aaaaand...I'm freaking terrified. I'd mentioned before that I've been in and out of school, trying to finish my undergraduate degree, for about 13 years. So now, I'm coming to the end of academia and I'm just absolutely terrified.
I teach high school. Whenever someone asks how I do it, I always say it's just like prison: shank the first one you see so the others know you mean business, then rule with an iron fist.What?! Aw man!
Well there goes Plan A in classroom management.
Jesus fucking Christ. That's like my nightmare, right there. Hope everything turns out alright man.My Dad calls me when I get out of class tonight to tell me he and my brother won't be home. He wouldn't tell me why and he's not answering his phone, he just mentioned "Everybody's as fine as they can be right now," VERY odd way to phrase it. And ended his call with "I love you." Which is what REALLY got me worrying. I got home to find bloody gauze in the trash can and a small blood spatter on my brother's room floor. And I have no way of finding out what happened until he picks up his phone
Is that a macro image of your phone? It is, isn't it.
I've got a cat that probably won't survive until Spring, myself.I'll be putting down my old German Shepherd on Friday. This is going to suck.
I'm so sorry, Frank.So, my career in major crimes is probably over before it really even started. Following my current health issues I'm probably going to be transferred somewhere less stressful (read:important).
Seems like it's been going around lately.A family friend of ours just told us he has stage 4 pancreatic cancer.
Yup, from my experience there are two reasons why dogs bark. The first is one is to warn people of their presence. The second is to get you to notice them, and or they are bored and barking at things is a noble pass-time. This is just my experience with canines mind you.I hadn't even thought about the barking being a result of the family not giving the dog attention. The dogs (there's also a Golden Retriever) are stuck in the house all day until the wife comes home after picking up her son from school. Then the son has gymnastics and flag football most evenings, too. Our private yards in the back are small so even when they are let out to "do their business" a few times a day it's not like they can run around. And I know those breeds well enough to know they need activity. Now I'm not so annoyed with the dog, but more ticked at the neighbors. :/
Our neighbor's dog does the same thing (Dober/Rot), except that he'll bark all day long even when they are home. But they're moving out within a month or so, so the end is in sight.My neighbor's dog (a Chocolate Lab) barks constantly when they leave home.