The Twelve Days of Pre-Christmas*

On the first day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

An overflowing clogged sink.

   

On the second day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

   

On the third day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

   

On the fourth day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

   

On the fifth day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Five moldy paints,

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

  

On the sixth day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Six shirts are ruined,

Five moldy paints,

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

  

On the seventh day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Seven glues a-leaking,

Six shirts are ruined,

Five moldy paints,

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

  

On the eighth day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Eight calls to parents,

Seven glues a-leaking,

Six shirts are ruined,

Five moldy paints,

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

  

On the ninth day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Nine clay pots breaking,

Eight calls to parents,

Seven glues a-leaking,

Six shirts are ruined,

Five moldy paints,

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

  

On the tenth day of pre-Christmas

my art students gave to me

Ten lunches missed,

Nine clay pots breaking,

Eight calls to parents,

Seven glues a-leaking,

Six shirts are ruined,

Five moldy paints,

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

    

On the eleventh day of pre-Christmas,

my art students gave to me

Eleven sneezes spraying,

Ten lunches missed,

Nine clay pots breaking,

Eight calls to parents,

Seven glues a-leaking,

Six shirts are ruined,

Five moldy paints,

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink.

   

On the twelfth day of pre-Christmas

my art students gave to me

Twelve erasers flying,

Eleven sneezes spraying,

Ten lunches missed,

Nine clay pots breaking,

Eight calls to parents,

Seven glues a-leaking,

Six shirts are ruined,

Five moldy paints,

Four letter words,

Three dried pens,

Two puking kids,

And an overflowing clogged sink!

*Pre-Christmas being that time leading up to Christmas break (or whatever your school calls it).

This Pretty Much Sums Up My Day

I'm not sure how this happened; I've never seen it happen before, but this pretty much says it all about how my day went. Of course, it could have been worse. I could have been the poor man I saw get hit by a service van this morning (he was okay. It was definitely his fault. The orange hand means don't walk, kids).

On a related note, does anyone know where I can get replacement glue caps? Do they even sell replacement glue caps? They should. Or just give them away with every order of glue. Do you know how many glue sticks that would save in my room?

And since I'm here anyway, do they have to make hole punchers so painful? I mean, first off, they break like nobodies business, and second, you always end up having to squeeze them with all your might just to get them to work. Did you know it was possible to bruise the palm of your hand? No? Come over to my classroom and try using my hole punches. You'll soon find out for yourself.

A Change is Gonna Come

A long, long time ago (nearly two years!) I created this lil' ole blog. I just kind of threw it together as a place to vent and gather my thoughts, with no real concern to its appearance. At the time, I had another blog (now defunct) that was receiving more attention and therefore required more of my attention in regards to its design and upkeep. I've tweaked this blog from time to time, changing an element here and there, but I never really gave it the full attention it deserved. Over the past two years I've been amazed and flattered by the attention and following ATHG has acquired. I feel it is now time (and long, long over due) to give this bloggy blog a facelift. As with all cosmetic procedures, it's still what's on the inside that counts, so don't expect my content to change. But hopefully, after the work is done, my outside will finally match my "snarky" insides. Stay tuned!

Are there any design features/elements you would like to see added or removed?