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Thankfully, I wasn’t out there lugging around huge bags of manure – it was a system of pre-order and cash on delivery. And instead of some crappy plastic prizes like my students get here at the school, we were actually paid a commission. For every bag we sold, we received a Susan B. Anthony dollar. When I first laid eyes on this previously unheard of coinage – the reward for my hard efforts – my reaction was, “What the *%$# is that??”

But, ridiculous coinage aside, I had been paid handsomely for my hard work, so I offered to use some of my money to take the family out to dinner. We went to Pizza Hut and pigged out. When my mom and I went up to the counter to pay at the end of the meal, I carefully laid out ten Susies before the waitress got to the register. When she came to ring us up, she asked, “Who put all these quarters here?”

My current third graders don’t need to worry about being paid in some obscure monetary unit. Instead, the kids who sell at least two boxes will get a little party at the end of the school year with an air bounce, ring toss, and other hokey little games.

They’d probably just lose the quarters anyway.

Personally, I think it’s rather foolish to give every kid a case of candy bars right off the bat. Not all of them are going to have the drive to sell them and return with money. Or, in the case of Cerulean, they might not have the will power not to just eat the chocolate themselves.

Cerulean, who walks herself from Ms. Hamm’s special ed class back to my room around 2:45 each afternoon, decided today to duck into the bathroom and eat herself into a chocolate-induced stupor.

Someone found her in the back corner of the restroom, glassy-eyed and near-comatose. Talk about a Functional Voiding Disturbance! She had eaten five candy bars and unwrapped a sixth. No amount of magic tricks can counter that sort of determination.

On a completely different note, Jill called me last night. I almost didn’t answer the phone, but I’m really glad I did. We talked for quite a while, and the key message was that she wants to get back together. She said that she went out with the ex-boyfriend a couple of times and quickly realized that the spark wasn’t there and that she missed me. She wanted to wait until after the stress of TAKS to contact me, but she wanted to see me again as soon as possible.

I might be a total fool for agreeing to try this relationship out again, but I’ve always believed in the saying, “Itsy-es better to have lost in love than never to get lost at all.” Or something like that. At any rate, I think Jill is worth the risk. It’s not like she screwed me over or anything. She just needed to sort things out, and she’s obviously arrived at the right decision.

I’m going to be very optimistic about this working out for real this time. Just like I’m optimistic about someday receiving super powers from an advanced alien civilization. Hey, at least one of them is probable, right?
Talk to you later,
Ray Demption

Date: Monday, May 10, 2010

 

To: Fred Bommerson

 

From: Jack Woodson

 

Subject: Dino-Mite!

 

 

Hey dude,

 

 

I told you, I have no idea why fertilizer was the sale item of choice during my formative years. And yes, I’m going to continue to call it fertilizer, not the four letter expletive that you kept slinging around.

Cerulean is fine, thanks for asking. Her mom had to cough up the money for the bars she ate, and the rest were returned to the office. I don’t think Cerulean is going to be going anywhere near chocolate of any sort for quite a while.

Thanks for your support on the matter of Jill. Don’t worry, if things work out, as I hope they will, I’ll forgive you for calling her a black spork.

Back to school stuff, this afternoon, I was talking with my class about the solar system, and we started discussing asteroids and meteors. I explained to the kids that there is a theory that says that a huge meteor struck the Earth, and this is what caused all of the dinosaurs to die.

Since I have painstakingly taught them the scientific method, this immediately led to fact-finding questions of, “Where are the dinosaurs now?” “Did King Kong live with the dinosaurs?” and, “Did you see Jurassic Park?”

Once we were on the topic of dinosaurs and their ilk, Lance saw fit to share a story about the time he picked up a lizard and put it in his cousin’s sandwich. While all of the other kids in the class were making retching sounds, I tried to explain that you should never touch a lizard, or any other wild animal for that matter, because of the diseases they carry. Without actually using the word salmonella, I told the kids that lizards carry a disease that can make your stomach hurt really bad.

A couple of the kids piped up with, “And you can get rabies!!” I agreed with them that rabies is a disease that some animals carry.

Victor then raised his hand and asked, “Do birds give you herpes?”

While the sarcastic side of me wanted to answer, “Yes, and those lousy unicorns will give you genital warts,” I instead responded with, “Uhhhhhhhhhh, I don’t think so. But I wouldn’t chance it.”

Since there are only three weeks (and change) of school left, I thought I would stop having a word problem as my bell ringer activity and switch to something more fun. Of course, I suppose I should have remembered that fun is in the brain of the beholder.

I’ve got a set of overhead transparencies that display logic puzzles. You know the ones – Bozo, Flozo, and Schmozo own a dog, a cat, and a herpes-spreading parakeet. Read these clues and fill in the grid to determine which pet goes with which kid.

Personally, I have always LOVED logic puzzles like this. Of course, I love math also, so call me screwy. When I’ve done logic puzzles with my third graders in the past, they’ve enjoyed them as well.

Maybe these kids will grow into them. However, the first day was no reason to celebrate their arrival.

The first puzzle in the set involved three boys – Richie, Howard, and Leo – having their birthday parties at three different places – the swimming pool, the roller rink, and the mini golf course. I showed the kids how they needed to copy the grid that had the boys’ names and the place names. We read the first clue together, which said something along the lines of, “Richie and the boy who had his party at the roller rink are best friends.”

I then asked the kids, “So what does this clue tell us about Richie or the other boys?”

Several hands went into the air. I called on Betsy, who is one of my brighter girls.

“It tells us that they are very excited about having their birthday parties?”

Hmmm… I hadn’t considered that. I replied, “Um, they probably are, but remember we’re trying to figure out WHERE each boy is having his party.”

Next I called on Amir.

“They are happy?”

OK, I thought, this is not going in the right direction. Maybe if, instead of party locations, the top part of the grid showed emotions like Happy, Excited, and Manic-Depressive, THEN we’d be getting somewhere.

But still I pressed on. “The boys are all happy and excited, but we are looking for a clue to WHERE the boys are having their parties. Let’s read the clue again. Richie AND the boy who had his party at the roller rink. What do you think?”

Hillary had her hand raised.

“I think they will have their parties at a house because those places are too expensive.”

By this time, I was making “gaga” sounds, flapping my lips with my finger, and rolling my head around in circles. Finally, Thilleenica stepped up and offered the right piece of information from the clue.

Despite the rough first outing, I am determined to stay the course here. I feel strongly that puzzles like this really exercise the brain, and I have some kids whose brains seem to be morbidly obese.

Maybe tomorrow’s puzzle should be about animals and the disease each one spreads. That might capture the kids’ interest a little better.
Later,
Jude Lawjic

Date: Wednesday, May 12, 2010

 

To: Fred Bommerson

 

From: Jack Woodson

 

Subject: What is that heavenly aroma?

 

 

Hey Fred,

 

 

I certainly did enjoy your hand-crafted logic puzzle about recent woes there at HPU. Let me see if I interpreted the clues correctly. I’m going to go with Latya getting busted for coming in to work at 11:00 three days in a row; Tiffany leaving a tube of lipstick to melt all over a circuit board; and Larry hitting on the new parts inspector out on the line.

Though those last two really could go either way.

The melted lipstick almost sounds like the beginning of a science project, so it’s fitting that that’s my topic for today. I am super thankful that this year, we moved the science fair to a date AFTER the TAKS. There have been years when we’ve had to squeeze in projects while stressing over math review. During those years, I will admit, I was much more lenient and allowed somewhat less than rigorous project ideas.

“OK, class, we have 30 minutes to complete the project, and that’s it! If you don’t already have an idea, we’re going with, ‘How many fingers does Mr. Woodson have?’ Write down your hypothesis now.”

You’d be amazed at how wild and varied the guesses were.

A few weeks ago, we spent a few days doing a sample project together. It was titled, “Which will fly farther: a plain paper airplane or a paper airplane with a paperclip on the nose?”

It was a nice diversion during TAKS review week, the kids had fun, and I got to show them exactly what would be expected on their projects.

At one point, one of my cabinet doors was left open, and Jacob saw the big bottle of ketchup I keep on a shelf (ever since the run-in with the Ketchup Nazi). He pointed to it and asked, “Are we doing a science experiment with that?”

We certainly weren’t going to waste perfectly good Heinz on an experiment, but it was good to see that at least some of the kids had their brains in science project mode.

For the weekend right after the TAKS, their homework was to jot down a few ideas for potential projects to explore. I was looking for some open-ended questions and some feeling for what kinds of experiments they were interested in.

I got back a few viable responses, but as usual, the nonviable ones blew them out of the water.

I figured there would be some questions that don’t require an experiment to answer. Lakeisha submitted, “What is longer, a ruler or a journal?”

Hey, at least she’s exploring, right?

Tyler gave me one that would actually be interesting to see put into motion: “How does a solid change when you hit something with it?”

I can imagine Tyler walking around whacking everything in sight with a backpack, a lunch box, or a baseball bat.

Kevin asked, “How long can a human stay underwater?”

Not a bad question, though I’m not sure how we’d test it here in the classroom. I’m tempted to tell him to revise it to “How long can a third grader stay quiet?”

From the “Let Me Know When You Find the Answer” files, Chassany asked, “How do you think liquid was invented?”

Or maybe it was “How do you think liquor was invented?” – the spelling was a bit hard to make out.

Betsy turned in one of my favorites: “If I stop feeding my turtle for 10 days will it die?”

My hypothesis – the turtle will croak.

Not at all unexpectedly, Eddie took the prize for the most bizarre response:

“Which one will last longer – game or cake?”

We might need a separate science project just to INTERPRET that question!

I (gently) suggested a few other ideas to some of these kids, but for the most part, I’ve let the kids choose their partners and choose their projects, and today we started doing the experiments in class.

Miles, Tomas, and Jessie are probably going to win first prize. They have three different types of liquid – water, Hawaiian Punch, and Coca-Cola – and they are attempting to determine which liquid will best clean a penny. I’ve hardly had to help them at all. They have a very sound procedure, and they’ve kept to it.

Three other boys – Jacob, Nestor, and Franco– needed some class participation to complete their project – “Can you identify an object by its smell?” These three were on the ball and had already brought in their materials early last week. That fact will come into play later in my story.

The boys chose five classmates to serve as test subjects, and one at a time they blindfolded their volunteer then held objects in front of that person’s nose, asking them to identify the object by its smell.
Their materials list included:
a bag of Hot Cheetos
a dirty sock
an old tennis shoe
a lime
a small thermos filled with strawberry milk

Sitting on the counter in my room for over a week didn’t much affect the cheetos, the sock, the shoe, or the lime. However, it didn’t do any good for the strawberry milk.

After the boys had collected their data, we pretty much had a reenactment of that old Saturday Night Live skit where one guy says, “YUUCCCKKKKKK!! This milk is rancid!!!” Then his buddy says, “EWWWWW, that’s disgusting! Let me try!!”

All of the kids had to smell the milk, whether they were involved with the project or not. I watched as Ta’varon recoiled in horror and then 30 seconds later shouted, “Let me smell that again!”

Before you even ask, let me answer the question that I know you’re curious about:

Of COURSE I smelled the milk myself.

I can only hope that when all these kids went home today, woozy with watery eyes and off-line olfactory systems, they told their parents, “It was for science!”

Otherwise, I’m gonna get phone calls.
Smell ya later,
50 Scent

Date: Friday, May 14, 2010

 

To: Fred Bommerson

 

From: Jack Woodson

 

Subject: Milk. It’s what’s for dinner.

 

 

Hey bud,

 

 

Thanks for taking it upon yourself to perform Eddie’s “Game or cake?” experiment. Your results sound a bit inconclusive, though. You finished a game of solitaire before finishing a small carrot cake, but you polished off a whole bundt cake before your World of Warcraft session was over. I’m going to need to see a full write-up before I can share this with my class.

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