I have inherited many wonderful things from my mother, including all of my teaching abilities. That said, let me just complain for one brief moment about the single annoying genetic defect she passed down to me: Like my mother and grandfather before me, I started getting white hairs at a very early age. White. Not grey, but bright, shiny, white hairs. The first three appeared just before Thanksgiving break my first year at Ricks and since then they have multiplied faster than Ricks College newly weds. I was going to just ignore them and boldly accept what nature had given me, and I did for the rest of college and a mission...then a 7th grader pointed them out during my first year teaching and the battle with nature began.

Not really.
Instead I took pictures.
A lot of pictures.
When I woke up from my hair-dye-induced-high Sunday night, I realized that the fall sports would be ending this week and we hardly had any photos for our yearbook spreads.
***Note to 7th and 8th grade readers: I did not really get high off of hair dye. That was an example of humorous hyperbole (look it up in your literature terms notes...page three, I think). You cannot use hair dye to get high, so stop thinking about it. Now. All sniffing hair dye will do is make you want to do your pre-algebra homework. In some rare cases, side effects have also included asking for extra algebra homework. It may also impair your Guitar Hero skills, and you don't want to risk that, right? Good. Now stop reading this blog, get off the Internet, and go do your Algebra homework.***
I think I set a new record yesterday by being the yearbook photographer at a boys soccer game, a girls soccer game, the 8th grade volleyball game, the 7th grade volleyball game, and the 8th grade football practice. Even when you take into account that all of those things happened within two blocks of each other (a blessing of small town living) that is a lot to do.
Then today I went to the last home football game to snap more photos. This was my first time taking publication quality photos at a football game and it was a lot harder than I thought it would be...mostly because the players always had their hands down their pants adjusting their pads (I hope) and I didn't think that was an image any of them wanted to be remembered by.
Today, the principal was eating lunch just out side my door (my classroom is right by the stage which is in the auditorium/little theater/cafeteria/little gym...it's a small school...) as my 3A class came in. Several of them were singing "Unpack Your Adjectives" as they walked past, which intrigued him. When he heard grammar-related shouting and cheering a short time later, he decided to step in and check on things. In his most stern voice, with his most serious face he said, "There seems to be a little too much learning going on in here!" I told him that it was hard to keep the enthusiasm level down when you were studying something as exciting as conjunctions. He said, "Only in your classroom, right kids?" which of course made me beam with pride. The kidlets then insisted upon singing both the conjunction and adjective songs for him, which led to more prideful beaming on my part.I really love my job.