<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503</id><updated>2012-01-18T13:19:59.410-08:00</updated><category term='venting'/><category term='sometimes'/><category term='check'/><category term='cuteness'/><category term='blowing chunks'/><category term='nuts and bolts ... I mean balls'/><category term='time flies'/><category term='mommy dearest'/><category term='blue balls'/><category term='boring'/><category term='never'/><category term='frustration runs through me'/><category term='always'/><category term='postsecret'/><category term='old post that was erased'/><category term='give aways'/><category term='not a bed wetter'/><category term='I mean brain'/><category term='starting over yet again'/><category term='march break'/><category term='some say pissed'/><category term='parents are fucked and/or I&apos;m a good candidate for anger management it seems'/><category term='arrow me this'/><category term='fuck blogger'/><category term='some say pest'/><category term='been a long time'/><category term='update'/><category term='wasting time yet again'/><title type='text'>Staffroom Showdowns!</title><subtitle type='html'>The daily blunders of my life as a teacher.  There are successes too, but they are no fun to write about.  Or read about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-1983483693287658668</id><published>2009-01-22T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:10:22.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Thing On?</title><summary type='text'>Wow, has it ever been awhile since I've hit these blog walls.The year has been going well so far.  Nothing major to report on.  I am still wading through the curriculum, trying to get comfortable with it.  I'm doing the best I can, and I know that next year will (hopefully) be a lot better.I have nothing more to add right now.  I hope that everyone is having a fun and successful year so far!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/1983483693287658668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=1983483693287658668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/1983483693287658668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/1983483693287658668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is This Thing On?'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-4302057316616642455</id><published>2008-09-06T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T04:27:20.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Back ...</title><summary type='text'>I should be excited, right?After a somewhat restful summer, it's back to steady pay again.Is it just me or does it always seem that once you're back, it's like you were gone for a long weekend and nothing more.  I suppose that's a good thing.  I couldn't imagine still being on vacation mode while trying to convince the students that it's time to buck up and get back to work! I've survived my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4302057316616642455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=4302057316616642455&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4302057316616642455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4302057316616642455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-were-back.html' title='And We&apos;re Back ...'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-3463076669137405212</id><published>2008-06-28T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:30:42.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annnnnnd SCENE!</title><summary type='text'>The year is finally done.  The summer is finally mine.I will see you all in September ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3463076669137405212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=3463076669137405212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3463076669137405212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3463076669137405212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/06/annnnnnd-scene.html' title='Annnnnnd SCENE!'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-7400259498261428830</id><published>2008-06-15T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:13:09.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Crunch Time Dammit!</title><summary type='text'>What do you do when your report cards are due and you realize that a student missed a question in a test?Well, if you're me, you put your self into the shoes of your student, and answer the question as you think they would.Luckily for me, this is grade one.Even more luckily is that there was no writing involved (seriously, this kid's writing is atrocious - and even my fake atrocious writing would</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/7400259498261428830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=7400259498261428830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7400259498261428830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7400259498261428830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-crunch-time-dammit.html' title='It&apos;s Crunch Time Dammit!'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-6054311366984056826</id><published>2008-06-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:19:58.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days Left</title><summary type='text'>Not that I'm counting.Now that I'm changing rooms, I need to start packing up my shit.  Thank goodness the school has an elevator, because I don't think I'd be able/willing to carry boxes up stairs.  Just not happening.Of the two room available, I apparently got the room that has the better set up and doesn't have any awkward aspects to it.Oh and the part I love the most?  I'll be moving from a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6054311366984056826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=6054311366984056826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/6054311366984056826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/6054311366984056826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-days-left.html' title='10 Days Left'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-570584423116573793</id><published>2008-05-25T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:38:16.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Through The Surface</title><summary type='text'>There are 5 weeks left of school.Can I get a "yee-haw!!!"?Man, I remember this time last year. Not fun for me. I was taking this killer course for my Master's program while trying to finish up the year. Everyday, I felt a little bit more like shit. Not good times. Not. I had the summer to look forward to in which I would be taking TWO courses (the final two) right up until the end of August. This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/570584423116573793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=570584423116573793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/570584423116573793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/570584423116573793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-through-surface.html' title='Breaking Through The Surface'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-2459415449372406773</id><published>2008-05-10T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:26:26.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, really.  She's a teacher.</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes teachers act just like their students ... IF NOT WORSE.There was a teacher at my school who actually threw a TEMPER TANTRAM at work.  This is a grown woman who has children of her own.  I don't know why that is relevant, but it just is. She yelled and bitched about how she hates the grade she's teaching and hates being there and bla bla bla, whine whine whine, wa wa wa, blubber blubber </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2459415449372406773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=2459415449372406773&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/2459415449372406773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/2459415449372406773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-really-shes-teacher.html' title='No, really.  She&apos;s a teacher.'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-4118903226323477901</id><published>2008-05-03T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:32:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme-alicious</title><summary type='text'>Tagged by Mister Teacher ...1) What was I doing 10 years ago?Finishing up my first year of University ... realizing that "the sciences" was not my forté and switiching majors to psychology.2) Five things on my "TO-DO" list for today?One - Go to my last class for the course I'm taking.Two - Finish my reflection paper for that class.Three - Wrap my niece's gift for her communion tomorrow.Four - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4118903226323477901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=4118903226323477901&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4118903226323477901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4118903226323477901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/05/meme-alicious.html' title='Meme-alicious'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8730205252007223381</id><published>2008-05-03T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:12:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need ...</title><summary type='text'>... to learn how to be more tolerant.... to stop jumping to conclusions.... to walk a mile in other's shoes.... to let things slide.... to be more understanding.... to never stop learning.... to ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8730205252007223381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8730205252007223381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8730205252007223381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8730205252007223381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need.html' title='I Need ...'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-6879686954667839060</id><published>2008-04-04T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:43:32.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask And Ye Shall Receive</title><summary type='text'>A recent comment by damned_cat reminded me that I have this blog.  And that I should probably update it.  If you have to think really hard about when you last wrote a post, then chances are it's been too long.So I'm no longer a grade 1 teacher for next year but am moving to a grade 8 class.  Thank you God.  I am counting down the days (months ... cries!) that I have to spend being next to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6879686954667839060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=6879686954667839060&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/6879686954667839060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/6879686954667839060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/04/ask-and-ye-shall-receive.html' title='Ask And Ye Shall Receive'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-3386010167258325138</id><published>2008-03-17T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:37:06.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdote</title><summary type='text'>"My nose burns.  I think I blowed it too hard.""You blew it too hard.""What did I say?""Blowed.""Jesus.  I need to get the fuck out of grade 1."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3386010167258325138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=3386010167258325138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3386010167258325138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3386010167258325138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/03/anecdote.html' title='Anecdote'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-7966019143772378344</id><published>2008-02-24T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:06.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postsecret'/><title type='text'>Volunteers</title><summary type='text'>Hmm .. what does this teacher have to hide?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/7966019143772378344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=7966019143772378344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7966019143772378344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7966019143772378344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/02/volunteers.html' title='Volunteers'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YDin0RlN9XA/R8HsqBrS8MI/AAAAAAAAABg/kmNnamV9sFg/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8620641866852932950</id><published>2008-02-18T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:12:54.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could This Year Go Any Faster PLEASE</title><summary type='text'>So today was "family day" which meant I got a holiday ... yippee!  3 more weeks until March break. I'm going through a really weird situation at school that I don't know what to make of.  I feel like I should ignore it and turn a blind eye but at the same time I want them to know that I know and that I think they are disgusting.I know that I'm not giving a whole lot of detail here but I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8620641866852932950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8620641866852932950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8620641866852932950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8620641866852932950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/02/could-this-year-go-any-faster-please.html' title='Could This Year Go Any Faster PLEASE'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8972092627578430380</id><published>2008-01-31T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:17:04.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February already?</title><summary type='text'>Wow this blog has been taking a blow.  I haven't been posting much at all.  Most of the reason is I just feel like every post I write about work will just be littered with complaints about how I hate working with one of my teaching partners.She acts dumb so she doesn't have to do anything.She takes stuff from us (tests we make, etc.) and will not bother "lending a hand" and doing something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8972092627578430380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8972092627578430380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8972092627578430380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8972092627578430380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/01/february-already.html' title='February already?'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8533026644249269412</id><published>2008-01-18T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:46:25.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At It</title><summary type='text'>Two weeks into it and I already feel like an old lady. I don't know what it is but I can't believe how tired I can get (so easily too) throughout the day. Nevermind the fact that my sleeping patterns are off. Or that I don't make my lunch the night before so I rush to get it done in the morning.My new year's resolution was to get to school before the bell rings. Preferably an hour before. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8533026644249269412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8533026644249269412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8533026644249269412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8533026644249269412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-6586171656677316959</id><published>2007-12-23T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:53:00.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>Last Day Of School</title><summary type='text'>Friday was the last day of school and I'm off for 2 wonderful weeks!!  This is so needed and while I have a list of things to do that would probably give the length of Santa's naughty list a run for it's money, I am glad to do them because there will be NO CHILDREN AROUND which I think is key.  I actually look forward to ticking off all those things on my list because it will feel as though I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6586171656677316959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=6586171656677316959&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/6586171656677316959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/6586171656677316959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day Of School'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-7112383132894047701</id><published>2007-12-16T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:53:21.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week From Hell</title><summary type='text'>This is by far the worst time of the year for a teacher.  All the kids are on a constant high, anticipating the Christmas break (and let's face it the teachers are too but on a high that says I can't wait to not have to work and do absolutely nothing for two weeks).Unfortunately, this high can be destructive in a sense.  We have a specific grade in our class where I swear these kids are the spawn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/7112383132894047701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=7112383132894047701&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7112383132894047701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7112383132894047701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/12/week-from-hell.html' title='Week From Hell'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-3227132323250039320</id><published>2007-12-11T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:01:16.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 More Days ...</title><summary type='text'>Seems like just yesterday that I started the school year ... and I suppose that's because I haven't been the greatest with keeping this blog up. These next couple of weeks are super hectic with Christmas stuff.  It's pretty fun for the kids but tiring for me.  We have our Advent mass on Thursday and I'm hoping that we don't have to walk to the Church and we just have it in our gym.  It's so wet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3227132323250039320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=3227132323250039320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3227132323250039320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3227132323250039320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/12/8-more-days.html' title='8 More Days ...'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-4843534039272174768</id><published>2007-12-02T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:20:48.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration runs through me'/><title type='text'>To Fail or Not To Fail</title><summary type='text'>It's about time I updated this puppy.Oh my. What's my problem when it comes to this blog!! I even changed the banner for it and everything to make it look more teacher-pretty.So report cards are done (finally!) but they go home on Tuesday which means that this week is interview week. I hate interviews with parents but I'm not as nervous as I used to when I first started teaching. I'm sure this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4843534039272174768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=4843534039272174768&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4843534039272174768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4843534039272174768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-fail-or-not-to-fail.html' title='To Fail or Not To Fail'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-4917480167552820430</id><published>2007-11-11T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:14:04.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><summary type='text'>Man I'm not doing a great job keeping this site updated.  I have another blog that I update pretty frequently and I guess it's harder than I imagine keeping two sites afloat.  But I will make a vow to myself to try and post here at least once a week.  Lord knows I've got stuff to write about. Well it's November now.  Yes, yes ... I'm quite perceptive I know.  First term report cards are due at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4917480167552820430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=4917480167552820430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4917480167552820430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4917480167552820430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-7878386740168763095</id><published>2007-10-13T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:58:45.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Some Initiative</title><summary type='text'>Now that I've finished my master's degree, I've been stepping up more at work and getting more involved with clubs and such.  My reason for doing so is because now I've got a ton of time on my hands and feel like I can contribute a lot to my school.  It's a double edged sword though, my reasons.  On the one hand I am doing this because I want to be noticed by administration.  It just so happened </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/7878386740168763095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=7878386740168763095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7878386740168763095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7878386740168763095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/10/taking-some-initiative.html' title='Taking Some Initiative'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-6242747600314320173</id><published>2007-10-08T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:39:26.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>So Far So Good</title><summary type='text'>Well the year is pretty much underway.  A month into school and I'm kinda sorta getting into the hang of it.  We had re-organization at the end of last month but luckily my class was at the cap (20) so there were no changes to my class.We have new administration and I have to say that I am so lucky to have them.  I have heard of some major horror stories with admin and so far I haven't had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6242747600314320173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=6242747600314320173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/6242747600314320173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/6242747600314320173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-3571831050204222651</id><published>2007-09-18T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:15:24.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To It</title><summary type='text'>So it's the third week back and I have to say that things are kinda sorta starting to calm down but not really.  If that makes any sense.I have 20 kids.  Grade 1 again.  And I think that these kids are going to make me age just a little more than usual this year.  Especially one in particular.  This is the first year in a long time that I don't have any courses to take as I'm finally finished my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3571831050204222651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=3571831050204222651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3571831050204222651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3571831050204222651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-it.html' title='Back To It'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-3495873755596235311</id><published>2007-08-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T08:46:29.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting over yet again'/><title type='text'>T-Minus 18 Days</title><summary type='text'>I never really understood what "T-minus" meant.  I've just seen it and figured it was some sort of counting backwards type thingy.So 18 more days for the start of the new school year for me (I realize my teacher friends south of the border have already begun so I hope you've had a good first week).  I find that since I started teaching, I think of a new year not beginning in January but rather in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3495873755596235311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=3495873755596235311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3495873755596235311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3495873755596235311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/08/t-minus-18-days.html' title='T-Minus 18 Days'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8002938426181341728</id><published>2007-08-06T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:09:41.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Teacher - John W. Schlatter</title><summary type='text'>I was born the first moment that a question leaped from the mouth of a child.I have been many people in many places. I am Socrates, exciting the youth of Athens to discover new ideas through the use of questions. I am Anne Sullivan, tapping out the secrets of the universe into the outstretched hand of Helen Keller. I am Aesop and Hans Christian Anderson, revealing the truth through countless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8002938426181341728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8002938426181341728&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8002938426181341728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8002938426181341728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-teacher-john-w-schlatter.html' title='I Am A Teacher - John W. Schlatter'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-5025629067107028847</id><published>2007-07-22T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T19:25:15.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old post that was erased'/><title type='text'>Interviews Are Finally Over</title><summary type='text'>** A post I wrote back in December**This past Thursday and Friday were my parent-teacher interviews. What a long night Thursday turned out to be. The interviews are scheduled in 15 minute increments but my last one went on for 45 minutes! We were finally done when the dad said, “Ok, let’s let her go home” and the wife finally stopped talking (at 9:30pm). Friday the interviews were during the day,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/5025629067107028847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=5025629067107028847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/5025629067107028847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/5025629067107028847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/07/interviews-are-finally-over.html' title='Interviews Are Finally Over'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-7664563484078867482</id><published>2007-07-14T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T19:25:56.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing chunks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old post that was erased'/><title type='text'>To Spew Or Not To Spew</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this post back in October.   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------What is it with these kids and their vomiting??? It's barely the end of October and I've already had THREE kids throw up in class (not all at the same time) ... in the 4 years that I've been teaching ... I haven't had one vomit ... up until now!First incident:I'm walking around looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/7664563484078867482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=7664563484078867482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7664563484078867482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7664563484078867482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-spew-or-not-to-spew.html' title='To Spew Or Not To Spew'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-7207626120113117781</id><published>2007-07-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T19:26:09.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old post that was erased'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a story that happened in either September or October that I had written about.  Gotta love the innocence of little kids.================================================One of my students flipped me the bird today. Literally. But I know that there was no bad intention behind it. Let me explain.My class is gathered and talking about some useless aspect of our curriculum. One of my biggest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/7207626120113117781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=7207626120113117781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7207626120113117781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/7207626120113117781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-story-that-happened-in-either.html' title=''/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-5174991683117961796</id><published>2007-07-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:14:08.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='been a long time'/><title type='text'>Been Way Too Long</title><summary type='text'>Hello my friends in blogland! My apologies for my absence!!!It's true. School has finally ended for me. The last day was on Thursday the 29th of June. Whoever said that the last couple of weeks for a teacher are a breeze is an ass. This is probably the most hectic time. Why you ask? Well, you're finishing curriculum. Writing report cards. Grading tests/assignments needed for the reports. Cleaning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/5174991683117961796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=5174991683117961796&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/5174991683117961796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/5174991683117961796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/07/been-way-too-long.html' title='Been Way Too Long'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-608787855631256736</id><published>2007-06-10T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:05:08.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than 3 weeks ...</title><summary type='text'>.... of school left.So. Psyched.Can't come any sooner.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/608787855631256736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=608787855631256736&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/608787855631256736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/608787855631256736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/06/less-than-3-weeks.html' title='Less than 3 weeks ...'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8347338363216226106</id><published>2007-05-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:32:19.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time flies'/><title type='text'>SO HECTIC</title><summary type='text'>Such a busy, busy time! School is almost done!!  Can't believe it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8347338363216226106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8347338363216226106&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8347338363216226106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8347338363216226106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-hectic.html' title='SO HECTIC'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-4118178392387437711</id><published>2007-05-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:18:37.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrow me this'/><title type='text'>Clocks</title><summary type='text'>I'm starting a new math unit with my class on time.  One of the activities for this unit is to have students make their own clocks.  So they coloured the template and pasted it onto a paper plate to make it more sturdy.  The template even included a minute and hour hand (which I would fasten to their clocks so they could actually move around).  I had a feeling that there would be at least one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4118178392387437711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=4118178392387437711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4118178392387437711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4118178392387437711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/05/clocks.html' title='Clocks'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8767033280731038552</id><published>2007-05-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:06.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy dearest'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day Bonanza</title><summary type='text'>I swear no holiday stresses me more than Mother's Day or Father's Day. Why you ask? Could it be because I always want to do something special and unique for my own parents, never giving them the same gift? Nope. Sadly my own parents are an after thought ... the first thought that comes in my head is, "What the hell am I going to get my students to make for their mom/dad??"I busted out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8767033280731038552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8767033280731038552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8767033280731038552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8767033280731038552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-bonanza.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Bonanza'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDin0RlN9XA/RkZuAIoAHoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kFSwbL7KSVI/s72-c/mothers+day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-2151539223124525730</id><published>2007-05-07T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:09:20.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'>Two Months Left</title><summary type='text'>I cannot believe that there are 2 months left of school. My does time ever fly. I have nothing interesting going on other than the fact that I'm trying my best to finish up curriculum before I send the buggers off to grade 2.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2151539223124525730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=2151539223124525730&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/2151539223124525730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/2151539223124525730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-months-left.html' title='Two Months Left'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-4311546336930532607</id><published>2007-04-18T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:42:01.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><title type='text'>Kids Say The Darndest Things</title><summary type='text'>I hand out a phonics sheet for the students to complete. It's a rhyming sheet and they need to cut and paste the pictures that rhyme. One of the pictures is "dice" and the picture that needs to be pasted beside it is a picture of "mice". I guess some of these pictures are a bit confusing for some as some of them aren't sure what goes with what."I don't know what goes with mouse." My student shows</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4311546336930532607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=4311546336930532607&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4311546336930532607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4311546336930532607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/04/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say The Darndest Things'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8097138277024832525</id><published>2007-04-03T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:32:20.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='always'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes'/><title type='text'>What's the probability of a student not getting "Probability"?</title><summary type='text'>Teaching probability can be fun. Especially the informal interviews that you should conduct nearing the end of a unit.My students need to learn about the key words "sometimes, always, never" when talking about probability.Example:1. In the summer I sometimes go swimming.2. In the summer I never wear my snowsuit.3. In the summer I always have an ice cold beer on my patio every night.*So the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8097138277024832525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8097138277024832525&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8097138277024832525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8097138277024832525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-probability-of-student-not.html' title='What&apos;s the probability of a student not getting &quot;Probability&quot;?'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-1184240318039820016</id><published>2007-03-22T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:05:11.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Though You Know It's a Matter of Time ...</title><summary type='text'>... it never fails to knock the wind out of you when it happens.Two years ago I did a grade 2 LTO at the school I'm at now. I was working with a teacher who had just come back from mat leave. In December of that year she found out she had cancer. Right before her 30th birthday. She took a leave and went for treatment and was back at work within a few months. Things seemed to be looking up and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/1184240318039820016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=1184240318039820016&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/1184240318039820016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/1184240318039820016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/03/even-though-you-know-its-matter-of-time.html' title='Even Though You Know It&apos;s a Matter of Time ...'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-778043831010552665</id><published>2007-03-17T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T07:48:57.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='check'/><title type='text'>Still Two Days Left Of March Break</title><summary type='text'>Yes it's true. Count the weekend and you'll see. And why would you want to deny yourself the two extra days anyway?SO .... it's officially Saturday. March Break is (almost) over. I have done stuff. Not all the stuff I wanted to do (up until now ... I still have two days left after all). But I did do ... stuff.Let's go through the list that I wrote out on Monday to see what I can check off.--&gt; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/778043831010552665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=778043831010552665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/778043831010552665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/778043831010552665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-two-days-left-of-march-break.html' title='Still Two Days Left Of March Break'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-3454432045005060538</id><published>2007-03-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:29:24.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Update Numero Tre</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to apologize in advance for these posts being boring as ass. I'm not in school therefore have no student related stories to tell. I could make them up ... but I'm feeling uninspired these days when it comes to writing.Well then. Where was I.I've pretty much done all I can do with my reports at this point. Learning skills (which is one of the biggest aspects of reports) are pretty much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3454432045005060538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=3454432045005060538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3454432045005060538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3454432045005060538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/03/update-numero-tre.html' title='Update Numero Tre'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-336329947980679928</id><published>2007-03-13T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:58:08.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time yet again'/><title type='text'>I Feel The Need To Post</title><summary type='text'>Well today I had lots of stuff I wanted to do. Mainly I wanted to start studying for my exam. But of course that didn't happen because I'm a procrastination whore. It's like a drug for me. It makes me all antsy and jittery because I know I shouldn't be procrastinating and should really get on my list of things to do but I CAN'T STOP!I did get work done for my reports though so all wasn't lost. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/336329947980679928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=336329947980679928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/336329947980679928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/336329947980679928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-need-to-post.html' title='I Feel The Need To Post'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-898070268999707879</id><published>2007-03-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:16:35.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march break'/><title type='text'>March Break Madness</title><summary type='text'>Well it is here ... what I've been waiting for since Christmas Break ... March Break has finally arrived. This can only mean one thing ... school is over in 3 months. I realize that we are still in mid-March but once I hit March Break, as far as I'm concerned, the remaining days of this month are non-existent. It's just a blurry mass. So yeah ... 3 months left! Wasn't it September just yesterday?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/898070268999707879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=898070268999707879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/898070268999707879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/898070268999707879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-break-madness.html' title='March Break Madness'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-5296668805899824357</id><published>2007-03-06T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:53:13.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents are fucked and/or I&apos;m a good candidate for anger management it seems'/><title type='text'>Crap-alicious</title><summary type='text'>Man today was a shitty day if I do say so myself. Nevermind the fact that I'm dealing with some personal shit at the moment, but then I have to have a parent go and complain about me to the vice-principal. This has never happened before and even though I still stood by my actions, I have to say that I was extremely nervous to talk to the VP and parent about it.First things first ... the fact that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/5296668805899824357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=5296668805899824357&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/5296668805899824357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/5296668805899824357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/03/crap-alicious.html' title='Crap-alicious'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-4842792430451219996</id><published>2007-02-28T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:15:51.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I mean brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue balls'/><title type='text'>I'm Blue ... da ba dee da ba dai ... da ba dee da ba dai ...</title><summary type='text'>I got this from Mister Teacher.  It's seems pretty accurate for the most part.  I don't know that I'm as mellow as they say.  Is it possible for a teacher to be mellow?  The teachers I know are usually frazzled most of the time, including me.  In any case this was interesting.Your Brain is BlueOf all the brain types, yours is the most mellow.You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4842792430451219996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=4842792430451219996&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4842792430451219996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4842792430451219996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-blue-da-ba-dee-da-ba-dai-da-ba-dee.html' title='I&apos;m Blue ... da ba dee da ba dai ... da ba dee da ba dai ...'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-2419950827999601694</id><published>2007-02-20T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:14:10.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give aways'/><title type='text'>You Might Be A Teacher If ... (taken from an email)</title><summary type='text'>1. You believe the playground should be equipped  with a Ritalin salt lick.2. You want to slap the next person who  says, "Must be nice to work 8 to  3:30 and have summers  free."3. You can tell if it's a full moon without looking  outside.4. You believe "shallow gene pool" should have its own  checkbox on a report card.5. You believe that unspeakable evils will  befall you if anyone says, "Boy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2419950827999601694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=2419950827999601694&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/2419950827999601694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/2419950827999601694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-might-be-teacher-if-taken-from.html' title='You Might Be A Teacher If ... (taken from an email)'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-5745130014450865640</id><published>2007-02-13T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:52:56.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuts and bolts ... I mean balls'/><title type='text'>Twist On Words: Parte Deux</title><summary type='text'>Little boy, while running back to his seat, pummels himself into the corner of a desk ... keep in mind the height of the desk and the regions that this corner could therefore cause discomfort to.Little boy, yelps in pain."Owwwww!! I hurt my privates!!!"Little girl #1 has witnessed this event and replies matter of factly:"Those aren't your privates ... those are your nuts."Little girl #2 who has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/5745130014450865640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=5745130014450865640&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/5745130014450865640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/5745130014450865640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/02/twist-on-words-parte-deux.html' title='Twist On Words: Parte Deux'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-3636888767593728183</id><published>2007-02-10T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:03:55.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some say pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some say pest'/><title type='text'>Twist on Words</title><summary type='text'>Teaching grade 1, it's important to have a phonics program put in place.  These kids need to know what letters make what sounds.  It's easy when it's simple sounds that are produced by just one letter, but it can be a bit more difficult for them when you're putting together several letters to make blends.  I ordered story books that focused on different blends so that the story had more words </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3636888767593728183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=3636888767593728183&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3636888767593728183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/3636888767593728183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/02/twist-on-words.html' title='Twist on Words'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-4392056360047096082</id><published>2007-02-05T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:34:29.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration runs through me'/><title type='text'>"I will shoot myself if someone asks me that question again!"</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I uttered those words to my 6 years olds. I was THAT frustrated.Why oh why, do they feel the need to ask me the same goddamn question over and over again? The thing that gets me is that they hear another child ask this question, they hear me answer it, and yet they still feel the need to ask for themselves.It's day's like this that I just want to tell them all to fuck off.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4392056360047096082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=4392056360047096082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4392056360047096082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/4392056360047096082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-will-shoot-myself-if-someone-asks-me.html' title='&quot;I will shoot myself if someone asks me that question again!&quot;'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-8076241752147460325</id><published>2007-02-03T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:10:00.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not a bed wetter'/><title type='text'>Nocturnal Emissions</title><summary type='text'>As heard in the staffroom:Teacher 1: I have a student who told me that he wakes up with just his underwear wet and his mom told him that he still wets the bed.Teacher 2: Oh?Teacher 1: Yeah but he says that the only thing that's wet is his underwear. Not his pajamas. Not the sheets. Just his underwear.Teacher 2: Oh!Teacher 1: So I told him that he's not wetting the bed, but that he's having what's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8076241752147460325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=8076241752147460325&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8076241752147460325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/8076241752147460325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/02/nocturnal-emissions.html' title='Nocturnal Emissions'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-2594885084980662790</id><published>2007-02-03T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:38:00.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Blogger is a Bitch</title><summary type='text'>They bullied me into changing into the "NEW AND IMPROVED" blogger so I merged it with my other "more open" blog.Basically I had to delete that old blog so that I wouldn't have to share the same profile with the other one.  And now I've lost all of my posts and I'm just really pissed about it right now.I hate you blogger.  You hear that?  Fuck you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2594885084980662790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=2594885084980662790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/2594885084980662790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/2594885084980662790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-blogger-is-bitch.html' title='Why Blogger is a Bitch'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1863945759576742503.post-428382323296195747</id><published>2007-02-03T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:10:15.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck blogger'/><title type='text'>Brand New Blog</title><summary type='text'>Because blogger is a son of a bitch!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/feeds/428382323296195747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1863945759576742503&amp;postID=428382323296195747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/428382323296195747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1863945759576742503/posts/default/428382323296195747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-need-to-be-taught-not-the-kids.blogspot.com/2007/02/brand-new-blog.html' title='Brand New Blog'/><author><name>rookie teacher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054968417265508668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.inmagine.com/thumbnails/stockdisc/sd173/257352sdc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
