tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26710165375277520682024-03-13T15:33:42.238-04:00Up The Beanstalk"This may be read or not as any one pleases." -Benjamin FranklinErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.comBlogger506125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-155718562735340732012-08-29T21:03:00.004-04:002012-08-29T21:04:54.588-04:00Coundown to the First Day of School From the Other Side of the Desk - One WeekLadies and Gentlemen...one week from tomorrow will be my twenty-third first day of school, but it will be my FIRST day of school as a teacher!
I have been working on some crafts for my classroom, since educational stores seem to sell a lot of expensive classroom items that can really be made by hand. The other reason is that there is really not a lot of space in my classroom, especially since Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564623864935448290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-9301648845756181932012-06-20T17:46:00.001-04:002012-06-20T17:47:15.832-04:00Shana Rishona TidbitsUnbelievably, the Hebrew date of mine and Jughead's Hat's anniversary has already past. Our English date is coming up next week. Can you believe we've been married for a year already? I can't!
I still remember my conceptions of married people while I was single, and, having been married for a year now, I have learned some things I did not realize or think about before I was married.
1. Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564623864935448290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-5494345135303653392012-03-27T08:11:00.001-04:002012-03-27T08:16:58.657-04:00Pharoah the MitzriReposted from 2009. A parody of Yertle the Turtle by Dr. Seuss. Enjoy!In the far-away country across from the Nile,Pharaoh the Mitzri was king for a while.A bustling land. It was rich. It was neat.The water was warm. There was plenty to eat.The Mitzrim had everything Mitzrim might need.And they were all happy. Quite happy indeed. They were… until Pharaoh, the king of this plenty,Decided the JewsErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-86066536468356905932012-02-29T17:25:00.001-05:002012-02-29T17:27:12.013-05:00The Danger of a Single StoryI had to watch this for my Children's Literature class yesterday. I thought it was true and powerful enough to share with everyone.Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-36514945214021039692011-12-12T19:57:00.004-05:002011-12-12T20:25:22.279-05:00"The Bad Boy"You pull all the books off the library shelvesYou sprawl on the floor, then jump up andTurn a chair on its head,You hug other children until you topple them over,You roll up the rug, then you roll yourselfUntil I scoop you up,Put you on my lap,And say, "Look at me, look at me,"But you don't."Look at me," I say.But you won't."You're being very wild," I say.Are you even listening?I can feel the Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-49677501818885137492011-10-03T13:23:00.002-04:002011-10-03T13:31:47.821-04:00Overheard In The Elevator(Two guys in their mid-20s or so enter the elevator mid-conversation)Dark-Haired Guy: But you are what you eat man. I mean, if all you eat are carrots all day, you're going to start developing some characteristics of a carrot. And the same thing is true of celery. That's how I feel.Light-Haired Guy: That's crazy, man.Dark-Haired Guy: Yeah, but it's true. If you eat, let's say, Tabachnik Soup and Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-86800995527178033972011-09-20T20:52:00.004-04:002011-09-20T20:58:45.786-04:00Overheard On The BusTall, Pimply Girl: I once went into Subway and they didn't have any cheese.Short, Straight-Haired Girl: No!TP Girl: Yeah. It was...Kosher and stuff. But still--they should at least have the option! I was so mad. It's Subway. I mean, it's not like--SSH Girl: Yeah, it's a chain! What does that mean, they didn't have cheese?TP Girl: It was in this real Jewish neighborhood. But [deleted] it, I want aErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-53348603545201204892011-05-09T23:22:00.003-04:002011-05-10T00:07:08.966-04:00TransitionsAs life would have it, after not posting for several months, I lay down to sleep, my eyes close, and suddenly a post begins to nag at me. I have to sigh and write the thing if that little writerly voice in my head will ever let me get to sleep tonight.Truth be told, this post has been brewing for a while, but I just now have thought of some particular ways to put things. I am not sure where I Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-54451680212993270772011-02-02T22:09:00.001-05:002011-02-02T22:09:51.226-05:00While The Teacher's Absent...Things a substitute should not do:1. Use how many years you've been a teacher as a threat or reason why kids should listen to you. Kids don't care how many years you've been a teacher. In fact, it's more fun to terrorize a seasoned teacher who in all her "30 years of teaching has never seen kids so noisy" (which I'm sure is also not at all true, she has definitely seen kids that noisy). WhatErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-23738130684016669552011-01-27T10:37:00.003-05:002011-01-27T10:41:24.396-05:00Never AroundJughead put it perfectly.I hate it when people tell me I'm never around. I know I'm never around. Believe me, I'm never around to spend time with myself, either. I'm never home, I'm never in the Heights, I'm never in Queens, I'm never anywhere. I never see anyone. I miss everything that goes on and always have to be filled in. And somehow, I'm always left feeling like it's my fault. I feel like Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-43050284870978224122011-01-18T18:04:00.003-05:002011-01-18T18:16:03.511-05:00Spring Cal 2011Last night in my apartment, we made an apartment calendar with everyone's general schedules on it so that we'd all have some idea of where each other are at any given time. It got me thinking about how crazy my schedule is going to be this semester.Wake up: 6:00 AMLeave apartment: 7:00 AMArrive at field work: 8:00 AMLeave field work: 3:20Mondays and Wednesdays:Leave field work: 3:20Arrive at BankErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-89796303313248321622010-11-29T16:12:00.004-05:002010-11-29T16:29:32.649-05:00I Have Something To Tell You...is what Jughead's Hat said to me on Saturday night as we walked into the building of his old high school to get the mp3 player he supposedly left there a few nights before."What?" I asked.He didn't respond until we got into the elevator."I need the proper setting. I'm such a ham."Those lines sounded so familiar, and he said them in this way that sounded like something was about to happen. I Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-34937457974278874612010-11-11T17:24:00.002-05:002010-11-11T16:30:33.070-05:00Though I WalkFor the past few weeks, the third grade class in which I was student teaching was preparing for a Mexican festival they were learning about called Day of the Dead. Day of the Dead takes place on November 1st and 2nd in Mexico and is when people honor and celebrate the lives of their family members who have passed away. Each student in my class picked an ancestor or someone in their family who hadErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-89877984081714802592010-11-03T15:36:00.002-04:002010-11-03T15:50:56.550-04:00InvictusOut of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find, me unafraid.It matters Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-31450821966332048612010-10-03T22:30:00.002-04:002010-10-03T22:31:10.168-04:00WhoThere comes a point in time when life gets so crazy, that sometimes you can't remember who your friends are anymore.Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-22045042674999602252010-08-11T15:25:00.002-04:002010-08-11T15:26:34.148-04:00Writerly MaladiesThis article about "maladies" many writers out there are afflicted with is hilarious!Excerpt: Description Overload: Upon this page there is a period. It is not just any period, it is a period following a sentence. It follows this sentence in a way befitting a period of its kind, possessing a roundness that is pleasing to the eye and hearty to the soul. This period has the bearing of a regal Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-41059584963997737342010-07-19T17:20:00.004-04:002010-07-19T17:36:38.263-04:00SwallowThe prickly feet of every tiny, inky word wills me to spit them all outBut the string of preservation tugsAnd I close my mouth.The tap-dancing words shuffle on my tongue until I swallow them(scraping and rolling and coiling to the boxing match on the floor of my stomach)In one big gulp.Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-36482721633079946342010-07-16T01:34:00.002-04:002010-07-16T01:37:13.748-04:00Get It?Do you ever feel like you could explain yourself 'til your brain turns inside out and yet people just won't get it?Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-47998170695562425802010-06-29T04:37:00.003-04:002010-06-29T04:57:10.840-04:00The Black Hole Of Never HereChug chug chugHello! We saved you dinner.Fling a hugWhat's going on?Missing something--what? Not important.Well, you're never here.Chug chug chugYou're back! How was home?My feet barely touched the soft carpet.We're off to sing, didn't you know?Well, you're never here.Chug chug chugLong hours in a classroom.Square walls, powerpoint, smart board.Chug chug chugPlease be empty, please be empty.EmptyErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-43581837083767123322010-06-10T08:07:00.004-04:002010-06-10T08:55:04.120-04:00SensesI'm taking a class this June called Developmental Variations. It's a class in child development for kids who develop atypically - aka kids who have special needs of all various sorts. Yesterday, I was grouped with a few others to do a presentation on hearing loss. While working together, we came across the videos below.Cochlear implants are actually a very controversial issue for the Deaf Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-32572466705211837462010-05-17T03:31:00.004-04:002010-05-17T03:50:12.303-04:00Getting Your Words OutEvery Sunday, I spend two hours helping out at a writing workshop for six wonderful third graders. I watch them write the kind of stories that eight-year-olds tend to write...the kind of stories I used to write as a kid. And sometimes...I'm a little jealous of them. They don't know many of the rules and conventions of writing. They don't all know about the proper way to format a piece of writing.Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-29100455824288274502010-04-26T02:09:00.002-04:002010-04-26T02:11:48.493-04:00Life's GoodHi all. I know it's been a while. I don't have anything in particular to write, except that life is good. And busy. And good.I hope you're all doing well, as well!My first semester of graduate school ends in two weeks, so maybe I'll be able to write a real post then...Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-32607331891306899222010-04-14T18:28:00.002-04:002010-04-14T18:29:43.753-04:00If We Hold On TogetherSeeing as it's Rosh Chodesh and I can actually post something with music, I'm going to post a song I really like. It's actually a Diana Ross song (featured in The Land Before Time), but this video is of a ten-year-old girl singing it. It's really pretty. Enjoy!Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-18738338242921443732010-03-23T15:56:00.000-04:002010-03-23T15:57:10.160-04:00What It Means To Be A FriendErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-34676192245380910312010-03-16T02:19:00.001-04:002010-03-16T07:37:26.856-04:00Little FootstepsLittle footstepsTripping in my stomachTurning and coiling tightInto quivering little balls.I shake my headAnd spoon out the cobwebsTo unearth searing clarity.Why do I do the things I do?Say the things I say?Feel the things I feel?Is any of it real?Feet pounding on the dirtKicking up sandBreath snagged on a coughHand outstretched toward an impossible endNo one can achieve perfection --That word Erachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.com2