Well, I actually got through the "funerals" today pretty well. I think it was in part because I sitting in the very back near some people who weren't really paying attention, and their noise kept me from becoming as involved as I might have been. So, perhaps their bad manners were a blessing in disguise for my emotional state. In any case, we made it through and all had a lot to think about. Please know though, that I (and many other teachers) really do care about you guys. We want the best for you and great happiness in your lives. Being a teenager is tough, and sometimes it really bites, but you are greatly loved. I was worried when I first started teaching (only 6 years ago, actually) that I would be too old, or I wouldn't like the kids, or you guys wouldn't like me. But it has all gone really well. We do have a pretty tough crowd at our school, but there are many, many wonderful students--people I am honored and blessed to know and work with. I honestly feel that the Lord has placed me at GPHS to know and love you guys. And I feel that my first job is to care for you, then to teach you skills that will be of benefit to you for the rest of your life. If you can learn to love learning, you have something that will bless your entire life. Every day I learn new things and it's always exciting and challenging and fun. Every day you guys teach me something new or funny or thought-provoking. I absolutely loved Danny's ending line on his timed writing about the excerpt from "The Onion." Remember that it stated (somewhere near the end) something like "why should I go to a real doctor when I can get information from an intelligent-looking guy in a lab coat"? Well, Danny ended his essay with something along the lines of "I know all this because I am an intelligent-looking high school kid in jeans and a T-shirt." It was a clever play on the article; I couldn't help but laugh, and he got a 9 on the essay(the rest of it was quite good, but the laugh definitely improved the grade). Thanks for the smiles (from all of you). I know that I have the best job in the world!
Later,
Mrs. N
AP English testing, foot tapping and gym lights
ReplyDeleteWow, "I want to go, and eat ice cream, I want to go, I want to go, eat ice cream..".....the drumlines lil catchy jingle used to remeber their tryout piece.Curse you jordan!!bwahah....you corrupt!So with my feet tapping this out, and my head singing 'tire swing' by kimya dawson, from the juno cd, I proceded on with my ap test today. Wow and what a test it was. I was a little nervous, but I just got down to it, and it was ok. Though I thought I finished the 1st part quickly I apparently only had 5mins left..:O. I smoked the essays!or atleast 2 of them ;). and now Im just tired, and ready for the APWH test to be over with. Thats all....and with this I leave this thought.....there are 62 lights on the gym ceiling.....:D
thumbs up, thumbs side ways,thumbs down
ReplyDeletephew, finally these ap tests are over.Im so thumbs side ways right now, but thumbs up about the ap test being over and done with.So as I sit here and eat my hot pocket pizza sticks, I wonder how i did, ending with omitting 5 or 6 questions.and to my amusement I didnt count the lights or tiles today.Ha!but I did count carpet threads while I tried to sleep in that antarctic of a freezer.wow...thats all I really have to say, and I must pause this blog, as I head out the door to go pick up some siblings from school!!!
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ok Ish back!how is everyone doing now? Im ok, I saw my lil buddy Sammy just now at the middle school!!!I got all excited, Ive missed him so much and he grew up to be such a little cutie!!!so did my other friend taylor.both great guys.ok, im too tired, hope its been 100 words of boredom written for everyone.BYE!
A breathe of life in this mold of clay
ReplyDeleteMy heart is beating in my head, so loudly, I cant think. My hands shake as I sit in the corner, then that single sinful tear rolls down my cheek.
Life used to be so simple before we had to 'grow up', and everything was easier.
how I miss the sun warming my back as I jump into the pool, the chalked up sidewalks. Staying out and playing with the neighborhood kids till it was to dark to see. BEing so filthy but had so much fun. Miss the days when life was simple and not everything was a contest. When pressure and stress was something adults had to deal with. Everyting seemed so much clearer in those days,through the eyes of a young unexperienced child. I miss smiling, instead of crying. I miss true friends and not the drama life likes to dish me now. Praying everyday that I can just get by, and not completely screw my life up. Dissapointment, and disconsolate being my close friends. Miss the way everything was an adventure and you didnt really have to worry about consequences because you were a little innocent child. I miss the old me, the one left behind in my fruitful childhood, being forced to grow up to an adult standing all to quickly, being forced to live in this world of conformity, and monotonous. how I yearn for the days of yesteryear when life was blissful......
That one person
ReplyDeleteSo honest, and so truthful. Everything in one package, intelligence, depth, complacity,gorgeous. Why does it all have to be wasted?I mean so much of a friend this person could be, but a mental wall is thrust up whenever I get the chance to socialize, and get to know them. I sound like a lil girl.But it so complicated, so much that is holding me back. We all have thoughts that we wish to act on.Why dont we?Why are we so afraid of takeing a chance and trying something, that might just change our lives, change them for better or worst we dont know, or we are afraid to find out. Then there is the people that have made the biggest impacts on our lives, and we want so much to confess various feelings to them, but we cant find the words or the heart to make a sound, when an oppertunity happens by us. After the chance comes and goes's we kick ourselves for it first then we think about how much this person has impacted our lives, and how our lives would have been without them, and how much this person really has a place in our hearts and life would never, and will never be the same without them. Our minds detour after this point and we wonder if we wil every see these people after a certain point, in 5 years?10 years?ever again? you ask yourself, will I ever see that one person again that took my heart that one day, and never quite gave all of it back?
my purpose
ReplyDeleteI sit on the bench. I watch, I listen, I observe. So many people, busling about, going places, doing things, saying stuff. Everyone so busy, so busy that they fail to realize im watching and analyzing them as they past. Why is everyone in such a hurry these days?Must we constantly be on the phone, in the car,at work, at school, texting? I assume thinking and contemplation is just a learned skill, or it comes natural, but everyday people are over stressed, and over worked, when stopping for just one mintue to see scenery, listen, notice me...would benfit them. If anything it benefits them in a postive way. But no, I sit here, watching, wondering, how exactly do I even fit into all of this?Everyone seems to know what they want. They have a plan for where they are going, and what they must accomplish. What is my purpose?how do I fit into this fast pace insanity that isnt exactly ideal?
Although missing most of the funeral, catching up when the fine young men were singing, the program was a great experience, needed to many students. Situations like this never really do anything if you only hear about it, to experience will leave you with your eyes open to the possibilities and becoming non-ignorant about situations like those. I think you would have really enjoyed my ACCUPLACER essay. My topic was the feeing of teaching kids, as I am able to experience the beautiful gift from god when I help my mom teach her students which are at the age of 3 and 4. I express the joy and rewards that come with teaching. A teacher’s pay is not the best in the world; but the job is well worth it when you see the shining faces the kids have at the end of a hard days worth of work. Being able to help kids in tough family situations and teach them life skills to where no matter what situation come about, they are able to make the best for themselves. Being a teacher is not only worth every dollar but the joy makes it worth every penny.
ReplyDeleteSo I missed the funeral entirely but I was doing the accuplacer. I'm really happy that people didn't really die which would be very sad. Mostly everyone said it was very sentimental an sad. So today is pretty easy day as like any other school day I'm ready to finish this year not so much next year because I know it going to go by so fast and everyone is going to cry . I shouldn't be thinking about right now because I'll get sad. I really need to staert aplying colleges.
ReplyDeleteHey Mrs.Neaves, if you just click on my link then you can see the two other posts I made before I figured out how to be put on your blog, I hope it works!
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ReplyDeleteI thought that the funeral was well organized and not overdone like the mock accident. The mock accident seemed to have so many things happening at once with the numerous police cars and ambulances that it made it seem exaggerated. I really appreciated the speech that the person who got into a car accident made. He showed that even if you are not drinking and driving other people who are can put your life in danger, which makes it important to get people to not drink and drive. The song that the four people sang and the letter that was read were the most emotional of all. They seem to make people wonder and take notice that drunk related accidents affect people who are directly and indirectly involved in it.
The funerals were not as thought-provoking as people expected them to be. The first day, when they showed the crash, many ideas came through the mind. Because of a promising, the ending was expected to be of a memorable caliber. It, however, did not live to its expectations. What really brought the "magic" down was the speaker. His monotone voice made it more interesting to text, rather than hear what he was saying. He kept going around the same idea over and over. Although many that will read this will probably think that I'm an idiot with no feelings, or maybe they'll just roll their eyes at my comment, but what I said is quite a reality. It is not only my thoughts, but also those of people that I talked with, and of conversations that I heard. The first part was definately better.
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It is actually admirable your appreciation for your job at GPHS, Mrs. N. From what I heard, AP teachers have been under great pressure from the administration. Not only are they pressured, but also held accountable for the disastrous AP scores. That is not just. Teachers do their job coming to teach, but if students decide to sleep through the exam, that is not on the teacher's hands. For example, in my US history, during the essays, over 80 percent of the people were either not doing it or sleeping. That is as disrespectful as spitting at a teacher. Some students, of course, blame the teacher, but ultimately, the students are truly at fault. Because of the horrible treatment to teachers, many are leaving. And to obtaib teachers of that quality is impossible, especially given the infamous status of "unacceptable." Because of this, it is admirable that you love your job.
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Usually when school is coming to an end, I am ready and it feels like it doesn't come soon enough. This year, school went by so quickly and I feel like we've just begun, but when I look back on all the projects and emotional times we have been through, we have had a hard year. People passing away, pretending to pass away, breakups, hookups, failing grades and passing grades have all made our junior year exciting and life-changing. Things like Shattered Dreams and the people I have met this year will always be a memory of high school because the way it has effected me and I wouldn't change the hard times, because although it was painful, I grew into a stonger person. Good luck class of '09!
ReplyDeleteI wish that more teachers actually cared about the students that way, or at least showed in some way. In my opinion (if it means anything) I think that when students know that their teachers care about them they pay more attention, disrupt the class less, and have more respect. Although there are some exceptions, I try to look at the brighter side. there have only been two teachers that I actually had great respect for, and Mrs. Neaves you are one of them. It might be kind of dumb, but it is true. I feel deeply honored to of had you as a teacher this year.
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I wish so much that I could take all his problems from him. He doesnt deserve any of the hell that he has been put through the past few months. Im so sorry for all the unnessary crap that I coulda left out. I miss him, and piece by piece I see his old self coming back, hes slowing rising to his former glory. I just wish I coulda healed his wounds so much faster. He is such a great guy.Why did life have to deal him such a hateful hand. And all I can do is sit there and say,"im sorry babe", not knowing exactly what to say as he is close to tears on my shoulder. Makes me want to cry even more, but I cant b/c Im supposed to be the strong one at this point. Many nights did he hold me as I cryed myself to sleep, and many nights did I cuddle in his arms because things were so scary. And he just held me there making sure I was safe.Telling me that he would always protect me. I wish so much I could heal the wound on his fragile heart that is surprisingly still beating after this devestational heartache. I just want him to know, that I will never let go......:'(
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