Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Teddy G

Today I'm going to talk about Teddy Geiger.

It is safe to share some "details" about Teddy G., since I feel an appropriate amount of time has passed since the incident occurred.  And believe me, I've been dying to write about this for months.

Maybe you are familiar with Teddy G.  He is a singer.  You can experience his famousness at the end of this post.

Anyway, I went to a wedding last summer and it just so happens that Teddy Geiger was a guest.  I had every intention of treating him as a normal person, and not as a celebrity, but his behavior forced me to stare at him.  I'm not kidding - it wasn't my fault.  It was all him.

To begin, Teddy G. sat two pews in front of us with his super cute girlfriend, which seemed normal at the time, until he began kissing her neck during the super conservative full Catholic mass.  I'm pretty certain that he didn't miss a single area of neck skin during the service, and even went in for a full mouth kiss on occasion.

Even better was his love of church hymns.  He loves them a LOT.  He likes to lip-sync them in a sexy way to his girlfriend.  He likes to sing them into her neck too.

I really got the feel for Teddy G.'s love of music during the service as well, because he "played" the piano on his girlfriend's back with his fingers.  He did this as he was sexily mouthing the church hymns.  Smooth moves.  Celebrity smooth.

He certainly kept our row entertained.  If laughing during a wedding ceremony wasn't taboo, I would have been rolling on the ground. 

Anyway, I thought of Teddy G. today when his song came on Pandora, and I figured it was time to share my experience.  I'll never get through one of his songs without thinking about his sexy church singing.  I may have even played piano fingers on the kitchen counter. 

Beth - 1
Teddy - 1

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Enemy, Thy Name is Essay

An enemy lurks in my school and rears its ugly head about once a month, towards the end of each of my English 9 units. It is sneaky, this foe of mine, for it uses students at its disposal and convinces them to give me a sense of calm serenity before it strikes.


I refer to the structured essay.

This evil entity plagues my existence and causes severe urges to bang my head against the nearest computer or run screaming from the room as I pull at my hair.

Based on previous experiences, I plan ahead when essay time is near. Each year, I revise my lessons and handouts to give the students more clarity and help. Each year I think that I've molded the lesson plans so well that it will be impossible for students to misunderstand not only the essay fundamentals, but the necessity of learning how to write an essay well.

Each year they prove me wrong.

This year I actually had them write out the essay ahead of time. I broke each paragraph down and had them write out what they would say, so when we went into the computer lab, all they would have to do is type it up, add a bit, and print it out. You'd think that sounds fool-proof, right? I mean, how in the world could they possible mess up something so easy??

Right? Right?! RIGHT?!

Maybe you're starting to understand my extreme urges to flee from the essay nightmare. It looked like my students understood when we were gathering the information and writing it out using the graphic organizer, but they fooled me. As soon as we set foot in the lab, it was as if everything I'd taught them flew out the door and they stared at me with their large confused eyes. Not ALL of them, mind you, but most of them.

Let me take this opportunity to say a few words in defense of the structured essay. I love writing, and can fully appreciate the art of a structured essay, for they aren't easy to write. But when one is well-written, it is a beautiful thing. Structured essays help students prepare for the SOL tests their junior year. They help students plan ahead, organized their ideas, and ultimately express themselves with the written word.

But that can't stop me from loathing those damned structured essays. Sure, I'll teach them, but don't expect me to be happy about it.

Beth - 0
Essay - 1




Thursday, January 5, 2012

A Few Thoughts on The Walking Dead

I'm a big fan of the AMC show The Walking Dead.  In fact, I'm re-watching the first two seasons right now.  It is an excellent show, weaving zombie suspense with real human drama, although the show is more about the humans than with the zombies that want to eat them. 

I've gone back and watched the ending of the season two finale at least five times.  There is a scene that is so horrifying, and yet equally so poignant that I'm torn between which emotion I'd rather feel.  The creators have woven the characters together very well, and I feel as if I know them. 
They've created a world where there are no easy answers . . . much like ours I suppose.  In fact, it made me think a little bit about science fiction, fantasy, and post apocalyptic movies and books.  I think I like them so much because I'm able to relate to the emotions as an outsider.  They aren't like a tragic Nicholas Sparks novel where the scenarios are all to familiar or realistic that I don't even want to read about them. 

Science Fiction gives me the same emotions, but with the ability to apply it to my own life, for I don't plan on making the decision of shooting my zombie mother any time soon.  But, I can take the theme of tough decision making and apply it to myself in my own way.  I enjoy reading about things that are unrealistic, for it is easier to ignore the scenario, and instead focus on the message.

I'm not sure if I've made any sense here, but sometimes I just have to share my musings.  :)

Beth - 1
The Walking Dead - 1
Science Fiction/Fantasy/Post Apocalyptic Fiction - 1
Realistic Dramas - 0