8:11 AM
Anyway today is like the doing of my first lesson plan, and dood it was fine, the whole classroom management was fine, the kids were like enthu and stuff, but the activity i chose was so not age-appropriate..My activity is like collage masks, where the kids have to draw a face on a paper plate, cut out the eyes (holed with penknife) and stick paper all over the rest of the plate using glue.
Well evidently i havent thought of several points that the activity above might not work.
no.1 - the kids have weak fine motor skills and their short stubby but cute fingers can't tear nice small bits of magazine and paste it down perfectly on the plate, all i ended up with was chunks of paper poking outta the plate while others were slapped covering like a quarter of the plate. The end product kinda looked sucky, but hey they still did it.
no.2 the kids didn't draw a face covering the entire paper plate, they just drew a teeny weeny happy face at like the middle of the plate, and it is like a pimple on the white plate. dude, how the heck are you gonna paste it?
but all things said, i still adore my center kids and im sure they still love me, even though i screwed up their life by initiating a horrible art lesson plan where they got glue in between their fingernails and paper all around them.
im sorry if i bored you with the entry above, but thinking about it im not really sorry. So yeah im not sorry at all, and i was wrong if i was sorry because i really aren't and just to clear the air, im not really sorry about wanting to be sorry and being sorry in the first place, or maybe second of third.
ok you want entertainment, i give you entertainment.
bob (my favorite name so far) was an impressionable young pumpkin. (don't ask why) For a pumpkin, he was very odd, he was Red! Well perhaps Bob thought 'im not really a full pumpkin, maybe i have some tomato blood in me'
So with that thought in mind, he went to confront his dad about his illicit parentage.
"dad, why am i red, is it because i have a tomato mom somewhere?' asked tom.
"son! what made you think that way? its a blessing to be red!" exclaimed the guilty pop.
"well dad, don't hide the truth, tell me now or i'll squirt pumpkin juice on you!" threatened the young squirter.
"NOOOOOOOOooooooo, bob you want the truth, i will give you the truth, but you are not ready for it!" warned his dad.
"your father is...*drumroll please* NOT ME AS YOU SUSPECTED! IN FACT its a chilli!!"
"one day your mother was caught in a blizzard, and as you know pumpkins kinda fall apart when they are chilled to the stalk, so your poor mother, buffeted by the artic winds, collapsed on the icy ground, shuddering and gasping, as her last breath was cruelly ebbed away by the icy demons of winter.
suddenly, there was a shadow over her, it was bob the chilli!"
"BOB?" asked bob eyes wide open.
"yes bob! bob the chilli spread open his red-hot body, laid it upon your mom and warmed her to life again, during this sordid exchange, he pumped his chilli seeds through your mom's stalk and yes, you were born not soon after."
"NOOOOOOOO, I HAVE A CHILLI FOR A FATHER!!"lamented our young hero.
"you seek the knowledge that seeks to destroy everything you seek or do not seek" the father countered wisely.
"NOOOOOOOO, I HAVE A CHILLI FOR A FATHER!" sobbed Bob.
"as all things must pass, this too must pass and away it shall pass to the lands where nothing else passes" his dad continued in his wise sayings.
"NOOOOO, I HAVE A CHILLI FOR A FATHER!" at this point, bob was rolling around on the floor, his fat body bouncing vigorously on the earthen ground.
"aye aye aye aye bob, aye aye aye aye" the unsympathetic bastard father continued.
"NOOOOO, I HAVE A CHILLI FOR A FATHER!" the pumpkin bob kept bouncing and the chilli blood in him stirred, and...his waist expanded, his head ballooned, his tiny limbs swelled and..."
"bobbie my young bobbie, you are a BASTARD CHILD! DIE DIE DIE! I HATE YOU!" with a sudden venomous turn of events, his crazed daddy'o' launched himself up up and away, to infinity and beyond and with a resounding bump, landed on his illegitimate son's pumpkinoid body. Like a grape going under a 100 yr old turtle's scaly foot, bob burst like a baby's waterbag and his reddish innards spilled put copiously and in such a torrent that outsiders thought bob's dad parted the red sea through his high risk jump into bob.
well as all dysfunctional family tales must end, this one ends here, with our young hero, fated to die and his insane dad, who turned on him without warning. I send you my greetings and good night.