Girls are vicious.
My cousin, Charlie, is getting ready to leave on his religious mission to Argentina for two years. He leaves December 12, and my wife and I don't fly back for Christmas until December 22, so we weren't going to see him for two years. He was able to get a flight out here, but, unfortunately, my wife and I weren't able to take days off to see him, so he came to school with us.
Charlie's a good-lookin' fella. Good genes, I suppose.
When we went to my wife's school after I picked him up from the airport, we walked into her classroom and, almost immediately, a girl in the back makes an "mmm, mmm" sound followed with a deep grunt, apparently vocalizing her approval of Charlie and his good looks.
The following day, he came into my school to visit. A few of the girls were eager to find out who he was and why he was in my classroom. After I introduced him, one of the girls, BC, said, in a swooning fashion, "Hi, Mr. Lowe's coooouuuussssinnn."
I was handing out papers and this conversation followed.
KH: "Mr. Lowe, which side of the family is he from? Yours or your wife's?"
Me: "Mine. Our moms are sisters."
KH, very incredulously: "Really? Are you sure?"
Me: "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I've known him all our lives."
KH: "Hmm.....then where did his good looks come from?"
OWNED BY A GIRL, PART DEUX.
I responded by saying, "That's not something you really want to say to the person who has your grade in his hands? Things can change pretty quick."
My response didn't make me feel any better...
Owned by a girl, part deux.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Exploding Pens and Cooking Bacon
Yesterday, I wasn't having a whole lot of luck with my 6th period class; they've been a bit unruly these past couple weeks and I've had to lay down the law more than a few times. I had already threatened to take away the group activity I had planned if they caused any more problems.
As I was explaining the purposes of persuasive text, everyone in the back corner of the room busts up laughing. I, very irritated, ask, "What's so funny that you're disrupting me?" I was expecting them to get the usual guilty faces, stop laughing and move on, but instead they just all pointed at SC.
I look over at SC and he has bright blue lips and is looking at me like a deer in the headlights. I realize that his pen just broke in his hand because he had ink all over; he asks me very calmly if he can go to the restroom and all I can do is laugh. So, naturally, I pull out my phone to document the event, but then I realize the pen didn't explode in his hand, it exploded in his mouth and he spit it out into his hand.
The result:
Photo: Trent Lowe Utah
I thought my SC adventure was over, but today, as I was grading their tests, I came across his and started laughing when I was grading it, prompting weird looks from some of my students.
Photo: Trent Lowe Utah
(I couldn't figure out how to rotate the picture, whoops)
They were supposed to use the word "ingenuity" correctly in a sentence. His response:
"I'm cooking eggs and bacon on an engine block, now that's redneck ingenuity."
SC, you have proven ingenious with both pens and words, my friend.
As I was explaining the purposes of persuasive text, everyone in the back corner of the room busts up laughing. I, very irritated, ask, "What's so funny that you're disrupting me?" I was expecting them to get the usual guilty faces, stop laughing and move on, but instead they just all pointed at SC.
I look over at SC and he has bright blue lips and is looking at me like a deer in the headlights. I realize that his pen just broke in his hand because he had ink all over; he asks me very calmly if he can go to the restroom and all I can do is laugh. So, naturally, I pull out my phone to document the event, but then I realize the pen didn't explode in his hand, it exploded in his mouth and he spit it out into his hand.
The result:
I thought my SC adventure was over, but today, as I was grading their tests, I came across his and started laughing when I was grading it, prompting weird looks from some of my students.
(I couldn't figure out how to rotate the picture, whoops)
They were supposed to use the word "ingenuity" correctly in a sentence. His response:
"I'm cooking eggs and bacon on an engine block, now that's redneck ingenuity."
SC, you have proven ingenious with both pens and words, my friend.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Not-So-Scary Scary Stories
At the strongly-worded request of Chris Morgan, I will be updating this blog a little more often in order to please the masses.
The last couple of weeks, we have been working on detailed descriptions and creative writing, so on Halloween, I decided to culminate all of our work into a spooky storytelling session. I darkened my room, played creepy music and posted creepy images on my projector. We then proceeded to tell scary stories, some true, some not so true.
There were lots of stories that were pretty good, but then JC began telling her stories.
I have a fraternity brother named Sean Tillery who is, quite possibly, the worst story-teller of all time. A sampling: "One time, I was camping and I was sitting in a chair. I looked up, and there were two trees, but the sun was in between them."
That's it, that's his whole story. Well, Sean, you've got stiff competition for that title.
J: "Once upon a time, there was a lady named Mary, no, Crazy Mary, no, Bloody Mary. And she killed people and then she looked in the mirror and died. The end."
The end? Everyone busted up laughing. It wouldn't have been as funny if she wasn't really smart the rest of the time. This is the girl who usually gets really high scores in my class, so for her just to fall flat on the story cracked everybody up.
But then...she decided she needed an encore.
J: "Once, there was a man, and he killed his family and cut their heads off."
That's it? That's the whole thing?
Maybe we need to re-cover some concepts.
The last couple of weeks, we have been working on detailed descriptions and creative writing, so on Halloween, I decided to culminate all of our work into a spooky storytelling session. I darkened my room, played creepy music and posted creepy images on my projector. We then proceeded to tell scary stories, some true, some not so true.
There were lots of stories that were pretty good, but then JC began telling her stories.
I have a fraternity brother named Sean Tillery who is, quite possibly, the worst story-teller of all time. A sampling: "One time, I was camping and I was sitting in a chair. I looked up, and there were two trees, but the sun was in between them."
That's it, that's his whole story. Well, Sean, you've got stiff competition for that title.
J: "Once upon a time, there was a lady named Mary, no, Crazy Mary, no, Bloody Mary. And she killed people and then she looked in the mirror and died. The end."
The end? Everyone busted up laughing. It wouldn't have been as funny if she wasn't really smart the rest of the time. This is the girl who usually gets really high scores in my class, so for her just to fall flat on the story cracked everybody up.
But then...she decided she needed an encore.
J: "Once, there was a man, and he killed his family and cut their heads off."
That's it? That's the whole thing?
Maybe we need to re-cover some concepts.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Tupac on Crack
As far as I feel I have come in my growing up process, there are often moments in my classroom that make me realize that I've still got some growing up to do.
Today, as my students were taking their quiz, I was walking around the room and saw one of the popular boys in the class with a sign taped to his back. I noticed one of his friends sitting near him about to pass out because he was laughing so hard and was holding it in.
I assumed he was the one who had put the sign on the kid's back. As I got close, I was able to read its message, which, is very far from the "Kick Me" signs of olden times, but hilarious nonetheless.
"I look like Tupac on crack."
As a teacher, I should have told him the sign was there and reprimanded the guilty boy.
As an immature 25-year-old, I should have laughed inside and not said anything.
For those three minutes, I chose to be an immature 25-year-old. Then my teacher kicked in and I alerted the kid about the sign.
I wonder what they would write on my sign? Dare I ask?
Today, as my students were taking their quiz, I was walking around the room and saw one of the popular boys in the class with a sign taped to his back. I noticed one of his friends sitting near him about to pass out because he was laughing so hard and was holding it in.
I assumed he was the one who had put the sign on the kid's back. As I got close, I was able to read its message, which, is very far from the "Kick Me" signs of olden times, but hilarious nonetheless.
"I look like Tupac on crack."
As a teacher, I should have told him the sign was there and reprimanded the guilty boy.
As an immature 25-year-old, I should have laughed inside and not said anything.
For those three minutes, I chose to be an immature 25-year-old. Then my teacher kicked in and I alerted the kid about the sign.
I wonder what they would write on my sign? Dare I ask?
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Third Time's A Charm!
........aaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're back!
After a long, beautiful, fantastic, glorious, incredible, stupendous, awesome, life-changing break from the kiddos, we started our new school year on August 9. Last year, as soon as I met my new students, I thought to myself, "I just want my students from last year back. These kids will never be as cool as them."
But they were just as cool. Actually, they were much cooler.
So this year, I had the exact same feeling, and I just have to keep telling myself that these kids are going to be the coolest yet. I think they're off to a good start. Last year, by the end of the second week of school, I could already tell who my jokers were and who was going to push back against EVERY SINGLE RULE, whether or not they actually agreed with it. For those who don't teach, sometimes kids will break rules that they agree with, just for the sake of breaking a rule. Baffles me.
Anyway, a highlight:
MF: "Mr. Lowe, how do I become the teacher's pet? Because I really wanna be the teacher's pet."
Me: "Why would you want to be the teacher's pet?"
MF, incredulously: "Why NOT? I get to take things down to the office. I get to take things to other teachers' classrooms. It's the best."
Me: "Well said. You don't do anything in particular, you just follow all the rules and participate until we really like you, and then it just happens."
MF: "Seriously, that's it? Done."
More, of course, to come.
Trent.
After a long, beautiful, fantastic, glorious, incredible, stupendous, awesome, life-changing break from the kiddos, we started our new school year on August 9. Last year, as soon as I met my new students, I thought to myself, "I just want my students from last year back. These kids will never be as cool as them."
But they were just as cool. Actually, they were much cooler.
So this year, I had the exact same feeling, and I just have to keep telling myself that these kids are going to be the coolest yet. I think they're off to a good start. Last year, by the end of the second week of school, I could already tell who my jokers were and who was going to push back against EVERY SINGLE RULE, whether or not they actually agreed with it. For those who don't teach, sometimes kids will break rules that they agree with, just for the sake of breaking a rule. Baffles me.
Anyway, a highlight:
MF: "Mr. Lowe, how do I become the teacher's pet? Because I really wanna be the teacher's pet."
Me: "Why would you want to be the teacher's pet?"
MF, incredulously: "Why NOT? I get to take things down to the office. I get to take things to other teachers' classrooms. It's the best."
Me: "Well said. You don't do anything in particular, you just follow all the rules and participate until we really like you, and then it just happens."
MF: "Seriously, that's it? Done."
More, of course, to come.
Trent.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
"Come at me, bro!"
While walking out of our promotion ceremony practice, this conversation occurred:
EW: "Hey, M'Lowe, did they use to use slang back in the 1800s?"
Me: "Yeah, of course they did, but it was way different from ours."
EW: "Do you know any of their slang?"
Me: "Yeaaahhhh.....no, why?"
EW: "We do! In 2012, kids are like, 'Come at me, bro!' But in the 1800s, they were like, 'Come hither me, brethren!'"
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Did Your Car Get Repossessed, Mr. Lowe?
Today, in an effort to get exercise and to shed many unwanted LBs, I decided to ride my bike to school. I would like to be able to do it all year, but unfortunately the sun doesn't quite rise as early as I would like it to, but there is now just enough light at 5:30am so I can head to work.
I love cycling and I do it all the time, anyway, but it's an incredible experience to be riding and see the sun come up from the horizon. It's a beautiful path from my house to my school - a little more than 14 miles - and so I don't mind it as much. When I get to school, there is no way I'm leaving my bike outside at the mercy of a pack of 6th, 7th and 8th graders, so I stash it in my room behind my desk. Of course, it's the very first thing the kids notice, so I always get the same question: Mr. Lowe, why is there a bike in here?
As my fourth class of the day came in, they all sat down and began their work. An interesting conversation followed -
TD: "Mr. Lowe, did you ride your bike to work today?"
Me: "Yep."
TD: "How far away do you stay?" (for all the Utahn readers, hat's Memphis for "How far away do you live?")
Me: "About 15 miles away."
TD: "You rode that far?!"
DB: "What? Did you get put out the house?"
Me: "Did I get put out of the house? By who? My wife?"
DB: "No, I meant, did someone repossess your car?"
Me: "Yeah....no, nobody repossessed my car."
DB: "Then why else would you ride your bike to school?"
Me: "For exercise. Don't worry, my car's still safely parked in my garage at my house."
DB (confused): "Oh..."
I definitely don't live anymore where I grew up. If my teacher had ridden his bike to school, I would have assumed he wanted to exercise. However, in Memphis, the first thought in this kid's head was that I couldn't pay my car bill, so it got repossessed and I had to ride my bike to work. Funny world.
I love cycling and I do it all the time, anyway, but it's an incredible experience to be riding and see the sun come up from the horizon. It's a beautiful path from my house to my school - a little more than 14 miles - and so I don't mind it as much. When I get to school, there is no way I'm leaving my bike outside at the mercy of a pack of 6th, 7th and 8th graders, so I stash it in my room behind my desk. Of course, it's the very first thing the kids notice, so I always get the same question: Mr. Lowe, why is there a bike in here?
As my fourth class of the day came in, they all sat down and began their work. An interesting conversation followed -
TD: "Mr. Lowe, did you ride your bike to work today?"
Me: "Yep."
TD: "How far away do you stay?" (for all the Utahn readers, hat's Memphis for "How far away do you live?")
Me: "About 15 miles away."
TD: "You rode that far?!"
DB: "What? Did you get put out the house?"
Me: "Did I get put out of the house? By who? My wife?"
DB: "No, I meant, did someone repossess your car?"
Me: "Yeah....no, nobody repossessed my car."
DB: "Then why else would you ride your bike to school?"
Me: "For exercise. Don't worry, my car's still safely parked in my garage at my house."
DB (confused): "Oh..."
I definitely don't live anymore where I grew up. If my teacher had ridden his bike to school, I would have assumed he wanted to exercise. However, in Memphis, the first thought in this kid's head was that I couldn't pay my car bill, so it got repossessed and I had to ride my bike to work. Funny world.
Friday, April 13, 2012
"Oooh, his wife's mean!"
This morning, one of my students put her track bag in my closet so it won't get stolen and she found a framed picture of one of my engagement photos with my wife. She took it upon herself to take the picture out and place it strategically on my desk so that "everyone can see how beautiful your wife is."
The boys decided to check her out and they all agreed that she's far too attractive for me, as was detailed here.
Not all were too impressed with my wife, however.
JR: "His wife was really nice to me, I would love to have her for a sub."
FM: "She's mean, she subbed for us last year and she yelled at me. She'll yell at you, then stare at you...and THEN send you to the office."
Me: "Maybe you were acting like you usually do, and that's why she had to get mad at you."
FM: "Yeah, that's probably true, but she's still mean."
Way to be, wife, way to be.
The boys decided to check her out and they all agreed that she's far too attractive for me, as was detailed here.
Not all were too impressed with my wife, however.
JR: "His wife was really nice to me, I would love to have her for a sub."
FM: "She's mean, she subbed for us last year and she yelled at me. She'll yell at you, then stare at you...and THEN send you to the office."
Me: "Maybe you were acting like you usually do, and that's why she had to get mad at you."
FM: "Yeah, that's probably true, but she's still mean."
Way to be, wife, way to be.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Best E-mail of the Year
Last Wednesday, a fellow teacher and I were attached to an e-mail that a student's mother sent to our principal. It's easy to get down about teaching because 99% of the time, it's a thankless job. It's easy to get so frustrated that you wonder why you ever signed up for this torture in the first place. I had been feeling both of those emotions when I read the e-mail and it completely changed my outlook on things and made me realize that I'm doing this for a reason.
"Mrs. Brown -
"I want to pass along compliments to Mr. Trent Lowe and Miss Emily Misconish. I wish EVERY teacher could be as encouraging and excited about teaching as they are. They are in constant communication with parents and an obvious caring for their students. It is clear they want their students to learn and enjoy the process.
"Miss Misconish is always eager to help her students with tutoring or is available by email or text if my daughter has a homework question. M's understanding of math has improved by leaps and bounds this year.
"Mr. Lowe finds new and unique teaching methods to keep his students engaged. M never fails to come home and tell me something she learned in his class. Mr. Lowe encourages her to write and to read quality books instead of some of the frivolous books teenagers read these days.
"I am so thrilled M was able to experience each of these teachers' passion for teaching as that is the career path she has chosen. I am just sad that her year with them is almost over.
"Thanks for listening,
"A.G., M's mother."
Usually I don't like to toot my own horn, but this made me too happy to pass up. Way to be Ms. Conish, I mean Ms. Misonthis, I mean Ms. Macintosh, I mean....
"Mrs. Brown -
"I want to pass along compliments to Mr. Trent Lowe and Miss Emily Misconish. I wish EVERY teacher could be as encouraging and excited about teaching as they are. They are in constant communication with parents and an obvious caring for their students. It is clear they want their students to learn and enjoy the process.
"Miss Misconish is always eager to help her students with tutoring or is available by email or text if my daughter has a homework question. M's understanding of math has improved by leaps and bounds this year.
"Mr. Lowe finds new and unique teaching methods to keep his students engaged. M never fails to come home and tell me something she learned in his class. Mr. Lowe encourages her to write and to read quality books instead of some of the frivolous books teenagers read these days.
"I am so thrilled M was able to experience each of these teachers' passion for teaching as that is the career path she has chosen. I am just sad that her year with them is almost over.
"Thanks for listening,
"A.G., M's mother."
Usually I don't like to toot my own horn, but this made me too happy to pass up. Way to be Ms. Conish, I mean Ms. Misonthis, I mean Ms. Macintosh, I mean....
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Pee in a cup?
Thursday, there were a bunch of kids fooling around in front of the school before the morning bell rang, which prompted the assistant principal to ship everyone into the auditorium for a "Come to Jesus" morning assembly that had been brewing for awhile. The weather's getting warmer, which means kids will begin to get Spring Fever and start acting up, so the assembly came at an opportune time. While the classes were waiting to be called to the auditorium, one of my honors students asks, sarcastically -
"Mr. Lowe, are we all getting drug-tested?"
I answer, "Yep, they're gonna line up all 1,100 students and have you pee in a cup."
In the back of the room, one of my funnier female students made a joke but she didn't know I could hear. She turned to her friend and said -
"I sure hope we have to pee in a cup."
Friend: "Why?! That's disgusting!"
Student: "Because I LOVE peeing in cups. It's probably one of my most favorite things behind playing in traffic!"
Well-played, DD.
Needless to say, we didn't have to pee in any cups.
"Mr. Lowe, are we all getting drug-tested?"
I answer, "Yep, they're gonna line up all 1,100 students and have you pee in a cup."
In the back of the room, one of my funnier female students made a joke but she didn't know I could hear. She turned to her friend and said -
"I sure hope we have to pee in a cup."
Friend: "Why?! That's disgusting!"
Student: "Because I LOVE peeing in cups. It's probably one of my most favorite things behind playing in traffic!"
Well-played, DD.
Needless to say, we didn't have to pee in any cups.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Mad Libs Memphis
We've been learning about parts of speech and how to make them more interesting in our essays because the state writing test is coming up and they need to pass. On Wednesday, we were also looking at context clues and determining the meaning of an unknown word based on the words surrounding it.
So I put the following sentences on the board:
This morning, as we were jabbering out the door, my chickasaw tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I sequestered the door really swishlike and he hit it with his dermis. I laughed so hard, I jumbled off the duvet.
Obviously, there are words in there that they don't know and some words are just invented - no idea what a chickasaw is, but it sounded cool, so I threw it in - but I wanted them to be able to determine the part of speech and replace it with an appropriate word.
This is what my students came up with (I told them to be the most creative possible):
8-2 Class
This morning, as we were passing gas out the door, my toilet tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I fought the door really hard in the paint and he hit it with his pancakes. I laughed so hard, I peed off the sink.
8-1 Class
This morning, as we were fumbling out the door, my homeroomies tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I swooshed the door really boisterously and he hit it with his pelvis. I laughed so hard, I peed off the entertainment unit.
Apparently peeing off things is hilarious to 14-year-olds.
8-3 Class
This morning, as we were juking out the door, my brother's teeth tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I RKO'd (a wrestling move) the door really monstrously and he hit it with his stinky breath. I laughed so hard, I farted off the Eiffel Tower.
8-4 Class
This morning, as we were hustling out the door, my ignorant dinosaur tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I stiff-armed the door really anxiously and he hit it with his weenus. I laughed so hard, I exploded off the roof.
8-9 Class
This morning, as we were moonwalking out the door, my crazy man doing the stanky leg tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I used Earl's breath to melt the door really efficiently and he hit it with his dark shady night gums. I laughed so hard, I made my belly roll off the side of Jose's face.
Can you tell which class is the most rambunctious of the bunch?
So I put the following sentences on the board:
This morning, as we were jabbering out the door, my chickasaw tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I sequestered the door really swishlike and he hit it with his dermis. I laughed so hard, I jumbled off the duvet.
Obviously, there are words in there that they don't know and some words are just invented - no idea what a chickasaw is, but it sounded cool, so I threw it in - but I wanted them to be able to determine the part of speech and replace it with an appropriate word.
This is what my students came up with (I told them to be the most creative possible):
8-2 Class
This morning, as we were passing gas out the door, my toilet tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I fought the door really hard in the paint and he hit it with his pancakes. I laughed so hard, I peed off the sink.
8-1 Class
This morning, as we were fumbling out the door, my homeroomies tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I swooshed the door really boisterously and he hit it with his pelvis. I laughed so hard, I peed off the entertainment unit.
Apparently peeing off things is hilarious to 14-year-olds.
8-3 Class
This morning, as we were juking out the door, my brother's teeth tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I RKO'd (a wrestling move) the door really monstrously and he hit it with his stinky breath. I laughed so hard, I farted off the Eiffel Tower.
8-4 Class
This morning, as we were hustling out the door, my ignorant dinosaur tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I stiff-armed the door really anxiously and he hit it with his weenus. I laughed so hard, I exploded off the roof.
8-9 Class
This morning, as we were moonwalking out the door, my crazy man doing the stanky leg tried to trip me, but I saw it coming, so I used Earl's breath to melt the door really efficiently and he hit it with his dark shady night gums. I laughed so hard, I made my belly roll off the side of Jose's face.
Can you tell which class is the most rambunctious of the bunch?
New Info on the Mormons
A conversation that occurred 10 minutes ago with two students whom I know, but aren't my students. They're pretty good kids.
R: "I like 'Napoleon Dynamite,' but it's like everyone in it is high. Their eyes are always half-shut."
M: "They're making it into a cartoon! It's gonna be soooo funny!"
R: "My mom told me it's a Christian movie, but I'm not so sure."
Me: "Yeah...no, it's not a Christian movie, however, it was made by all Mormons."
(hint, hint, I'm a Mormon, but they have no idea)
M: "Really? I don't like Mormons."
Me: "Why?"
R: "There are two types of Mormons - the Mormons who are all angelic and the Mormons who do every drug on the planet."
Me: "Every drug on the planet? What's the ratio like?"
R: "Um, I'd say it's about half and half."
I knew Provo's full of half-medicated housewives, but I didn't know that half of us did hard drugs. News to me.
R: "I like 'Napoleon Dynamite,' but it's like everyone in it is high. Their eyes are always half-shut."
M: "They're making it into a cartoon! It's gonna be soooo funny!"
R: "My mom told me it's a Christian movie, but I'm not so sure."
Me: "Yeah...no, it's not a Christian movie, however, it was made by all Mormons."
(hint, hint, I'm a Mormon, but they have no idea)
M: "Really? I don't like Mormons."
Me: "Why?"
R: "There are two types of Mormons - the Mormons who are all angelic and the Mormons who do every drug on the planet."
Me: "Every drug on the planet? What's the ratio like?"
R: "Um, I'd say it's about half and half."
I knew Provo's full of half-medicated housewives, but I didn't know that half of us did hard drugs. News to me.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
"I've Found the Person I Truly Love!"
The math teacher, Ms. M, found this note today in class and shared it. I just wish my students would put this much insight into their actual writing that I grade...
This note is between a boy, DB, and a girl, JW, about D's newly-ex-girlfriend, DT. Sad story.
DB: "Give me a reason not to cry."
JW: "because I don't want to see you cry =("
DB: "I miss her and need her...actually I miss us and need us back."
JW: "D, i'm sorry that i have to say this, but you need to move on like she has. i don't want you upset about this anymore."
DB: "You don't understand how hard that is for me! I've found the one person I truly love and now I have to move on? I kno life isn't fair but this time its gone to far. She is the one thing that makes me happy! Every time I look at a girl that isn't her, I see nothing but a person standing there but when I look at her, I see love, I see my future, I see life as good again. I can't let that go!! I can't lose her!! I love her and I don't want to lose her love!!"
JW: "What the hell do you want me to tell you ?!?! i don't know what to tell you! nothing i say means anything to you! so why do you keep coming to me? you tell me stuff and i don't know what to tell you and that upsets me! so why?!?! idk. i'm sorry but i really don't know what to say. i wish i did but i don't. i'm sorry i yelled at you through words, but it upsets me. look, this is all i can tell you, she has moved on. so you need to before you really fall apart. and none of us want you to fall apart."
DB: "Idk how to move on from my true love."
JW: "but you know you have to, right?"
DB: "No...I will always love her and I will always want to be with her."
JW: "i'm sorry, i made you cry didn't i? I should really shut up."
DB: "No, it's not ur fault."
JW: "but you were fine a min ago until i said something."
DB: "I wasn't fine at all, it's what u said...Everyone is asking me to move on, but they don't get how hard it is for me."
JW: "I know it must be hard on you. but if you keep holding on you will never be the same D you were at the start of the year. =("
DB: "That was before I fell in love with her..."
JW: "D, what do you want me to say that you will listen?"
DB: "I am listening but idk how to let her go."
JW: "1. don't be around her 2. don't hug or kiss her 3. forget all the date you two had. I know this is hard but you need to do it! and it kills me to tell you this."
DB: "But that's what keeps me going. those happy memories remind me of the love we once shared, they remind me that there is someone that wants to be with me."
This could totally be an ABC Family tv show...
This note is between a boy, DB, and a girl, JW, about D's newly-ex-girlfriend, DT. Sad story.
DB: "Give me a reason not to cry."
JW: "because I don't want to see you cry =("
DB: "I miss her and need her...actually I miss us and need us back."
JW: "D, i'm sorry that i have to say this, but you need to move on like she has. i don't want you upset about this anymore."
DB: "You don't understand how hard that is for me! I've found the one person I truly love and now I have to move on? I kno life isn't fair but this time its gone to far. She is the one thing that makes me happy! Every time I look at a girl that isn't her, I see nothing but a person standing there but when I look at her, I see love, I see my future, I see life as good again. I can't let that go!! I can't lose her!! I love her and I don't want to lose her love!!"
JW: "What the hell do you want me to tell you ?!?! i don't know what to tell you! nothing i say means anything to you! so why do you keep coming to me? you tell me stuff and i don't know what to tell you and that upsets me! so why?!?! idk. i'm sorry but i really don't know what to say. i wish i did but i don't. i'm sorry i yelled at you through words, but it upsets me. look, this is all i can tell you, she has moved on. so you need to before you really fall apart. and none of us want you to fall apart."
DB: "Idk how to move on from my true love."
JW: "but you know you have to, right?"
DB: "No...I will always love her and I will always want to be with her."
JW: "i'm sorry, i made you cry didn't i? I should really shut up."
DB: "No, it's not ur fault."
JW: "but you were fine a min ago until i said something."
DB: "I wasn't fine at all, it's what u said...Everyone is asking me to move on, but they don't get how hard it is for me."
JW: "I know it must be hard on you. but if you keep holding on you will never be the same D you were at the start of the year. =("
DB: "That was before I fell in love with her..."
JW: "D, what do you want me to say that you will listen?"
DB: "I am listening but idk how to let her go."
JW: "1. don't be around her 2. don't hug or kiss her 3. forget all the date you two had. I know this is hard but you need to do it! and it kills me to tell you this."
DB: "But that's what keeps me going. those happy memories remind me of the love we once shared, they remind me that there is someone that wants to be with me."
This could totally be an ABC Family tv show...
Friday, January 6, 2012
Lovebirds!
Today, my desk is uncharacteristically clean and void of hundreds of random papers. I say this because I found a random note underneath the only stack of papers on my desk and I have absolutely no idea how it got there. I lifted the stack of papers - which were paperclipped together - to find a note entitled:
TO: The Most AMAZING-Sweet-Beautifull girl in the World :) (L <3)
FROM: J :)
I haven't taken a note from someone since we came back to school on Tuesday and since I cleaned my desk entirely before Christmas break. I don't know who put it there or why it was put there, but I was giddy to have a love note on my desk because those are my FAVORITES to read.
Now, I have to hand it to this kid because he's got some swooning skills in the written form. If these students were 10 years older, I might think an engagement was on the horizon (aside from all the smiley faces), but they're 14, so they'll probably break up at lunch today.
Presenting, THE NOTE:
(: L :)
You are the most amazing girl I could ever dream of :) When I look in your beautifull blue eyes, my heart belongs to you* Now you have me mesmerized ;) When we're holding hands I feel this connection between us that gives me the [can't reading handwriting] to never wanna let go <3 Your voice is like an angel, so sweet that everytime we talk it sends this feeling through my body, almost like butterflies in my belly :P Baby there's no way in words to tell you how much I trully care for you, and I promise to be there right beside you through anything and everything <3 No matter the cost* because you deserve every bit of it :) and more!! L, I don't want to rush things, but every word of this comes from my heart.....I love you :)
Truer words hath never been spoken thus until now. Bill Shakespeare would be so proud.
TO: The Most AMAZING-Sweet-Beautifull girl in the World :) (L <3)
FROM: J :)
I haven't taken a note from someone since we came back to school on Tuesday and since I cleaned my desk entirely before Christmas break. I don't know who put it there or why it was put there, but I was giddy to have a love note on my desk because those are my FAVORITES to read.
Now, I have to hand it to this kid because he's got some swooning skills in the written form. If these students were 10 years older, I might think an engagement was on the horizon (aside from all the smiley faces), but they're 14, so they'll probably break up at lunch today.
Presenting, THE NOTE:
(: L :)
You are the most amazing girl I could ever dream of :) When I look in your beautifull blue eyes, my heart belongs to you* Now you have me mesmerized ;) When we're holding hands I feel this connection between us that gives me the [can't reading handwriting] to never wanna let go <3 Your voice is like an angel, so sweet that everytime we talk it sends this feeling through my body, almost like butterflies in my belly :P Baby there's no way in words to tell you how much I trully care for you, and I promise to be there right beside you through anything and everything <3 No matter the cost* because you deserve every bit of it :) and more!! L, I don't want to rush things, but every word of this comes from my heart.....I love you :)
Truer words hath never been spoken thus until now. Bill Shakespeare would be so proud.
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