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10 minutes to 1am and still up, alert, yet exhausted:) Good night... err morning, I should say!4/22/2012 I stayed up and was listening to some music on youtube. Wanted to share a few favs with y'all. Enjoy xxx
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You may click the dowload button to see this tiny video recording of what I'm up to at the moment. Josh has always been one of my absolute favorite singers and I just got a new CD of his.
Ps: if you can't play video via the download, it will be uploaded to our Fb page asap. Sar x So, yeah. I'm getting a new Biology teacher starting Monday and it got me thinking about some old substitutes I used to have. I've had teachers who were comfortable with their students and knew how to assert their authority with boldness, while keeping in mind the each student is still learning and needs to be reproved differently, as each situation varies. I've also had teachers who seemed to only be pretending that they felt in control and as a result, would try very hard to look / act tough.
I remember one sub that would come in often, when I was in elementary school. I never enjoyed it when we found out he'd be teaching, because he seemed mean to us. Once, in the 6th grade, I had been given 5 minutes to come back from the 2nd-grade classrooms and I came in 30 seconds late. I also came in with a bang, as I slammed my walker into the doorframe after losing control of it. I had been running away from a boy who always teased me and who had been chasing me down the hall, and we were both laughing, out of breath. The sub took a quick glance at our smiling faces and our loud entrance and quickly said, "detention, the both of you. Not a sound." Boy, did my smile drop. I felt like I needed to straighten my back like a board and keep my lips shut tight. I didn't wanna look at anybody. I didn't want to be in the classroom, or even in the school, itself. All I wanted was to race home, jump under my covers, curl up in a ball like a snail and never come out. My cheeks were so red and so hot and I was shaky all over from fear and embarrassment. I thought it was unfair that he assume we were late intentionally. I used a walker and was always slower than the rest of the kids. It was unfair! I thought. He [the boy] was chasing me, too. He should get in trouble, not me... Then there were some teachers who just could not control their classes no matter how hard they tried. The students had no respect for authority, I would notice, and they thought that they could get away with things that they normally couldn't if the routine teacher was present. Like, talking over the instructor, laughing at their attempts to discipline or just refusing to answer when they were asked a question. When this happened, the teacher would become worried about their personal power and would raise their voice or say, "that's it, book work until they end of class. No talking. If I hear one sound, I'm writing you up." It was in times like these that I would automatically have high respect for my teachers and be prepared to do what they asked of me without question. I realized that they were good people and that they were only feeling vulnerable. A teacher of mine once said to her students something I will never forget: Some people hate writing, which I can understand to some degree, because all your life you have been taught "rules". In elementary, we were taught poems had to rhyme, have a certain sound, a limited amount of lines. In actuality, poetry is a sweet, simple way of expressing individual creativity that is manifested based on experiences. We are constantly thinking. Most of the time, a majority of our thoughts are here on second and gone the next. Every second that goes by we are thinking 'something'. It is vital to our mental health that we exercise our minds and for me, poetry challenges are one of my favorite wayss to do so. Here's my challenge for you: Without reading the description, watch this scene carefully. Write down 24 words that come to mind when you see this. Pay attention to the character, the sound, the mood, the lighting, etc. (example: damp, old, yellow, bricks, etc.) Now, erase 12 of your words. Without watching the film, write a poem based on those remaining 12 words. Write anything... anything at all based on what you remember hearing and seeing. Give yourself 90 (1min 30sec) seconds to write. Feel free to share with me what you came up with :) I will do the same.
ps: write your poem as a reply to this blog post and include: © 2012 by [insert your name here] Looking forward to reading what you came up with. Sarah Hamlin xxx I want to thank everyone who was involved in getting me out of my attacks yesterday night. You were very helpful and I am so very thankful for your lives and your love for God. Knowing that you all acted without delay and fear gives me great comfort, as I am aware that I was in the best hands possible. The following scene(s) from the 1986 film, Lamb, is exactly how everyone treated me. It is important to remember that I suffer from pseudoseizures, meaning they look just like Epileptic fits, but are caused by emotional trauma or distress. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE!! Today, I scored a run in adaptive PE and in math, the teacher heard my cell phone beeping. "I'm turning it off," I defended, but she gave me a look and my face grew hot. I then went within myself for the next few minutes, flipping blindly through the test in front of me. When I knew that no one cared anymore, I relaxed and smiled. It was embarrasing! But the teacher knew I didn't do anything wrong, because she smiled and winked. It was just following school policy.
Spring break starts today. Sar x Tomorrow marks my 4th consecutive week in school (as you know, I had been very ill and in and out of the hospital). Now I am all caught up and feeling back to myself after 7 months. So glad! Enjoy the video! If you can't access the video here, you can view it on our facebook page soon or see it ahead of time on my personal page if we're friends... Sar x ![]()
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