<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:39:24.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 3rd grade world</title><subtitle type='html'>A teacher's purpose is not to create students in his own image, but to develop students who can create their own image.  ~Author Unknown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-5947957429555021359</id><published>2010-10-08T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:35:53.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job...most days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/TK-mKxx0c0I/AAAAAAAAARM/i60c4YmaP-s/s1600/flagstaff-fire-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/TK-mKxx0c0I/AAAAAAAAARM/i60c4YmaP-s/s320/flagstaff-fire-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525817971898086210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy start this year.  A few weeks ago there was a fire on the mountain behind our school.  We had Monday off of school, because there was an evacuation order.  We went back to school Tuesday, but the whole day we were on alert in case the winds picked up too much, because then we were going to have to evacuate.  Luckily, that didn't happen.  A lot of my kids couldn't get back to their houses until the end of the week.  Kids came to school in their pjs even.  It was a crazy week and really hard. Thank goodness none of their houses were burned even though the fire was in the backyard of some kid's houses.  We also had the fireman come on that Friday to give them thank you notes, plus KSL 5 came to give our school an award for winning a reading contest.  Quite the week. I have to say though, after all if it I realized what a great group of kids I have this year.  Here are some of the things that they wrote to the firemen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You saved my school and I love you soooo much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Firemens, you are special to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are happy you saved us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fire was in my backyard and you stopped it.  I was so scared.  Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must have alot of coruge for going into fires and saving thosends of people and our school.  You are a graet person and I wish I could meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for saving our school.  I was really woried that the school was going to burn doun so that is a merickle that you got that hole fire out.  You are really good people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You riskit your lives for us, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You helped lots of frends and my family so much and now thay ar all ok. You always make shur we are all ok. I can't tell you how much I'm thankful. I amaz'd how much you can help us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much for saveing us and the school!!! I wish I could be like you and help. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for saving Providence Hall.  It about hit us. Thank you!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much for saving our school.  I was worried that it would get burnt down.  And thank you for helping the people neer the fire. You really cared about Providence Hall.  Did you help any other schools?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am very thankful to have such brave firemen like you.  The fire would of burned our school down if it weren't for you brave fireman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for all you do for me and America"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Bles you that you will be safe putting out the rest of the fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without you the shun will no be shining."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Firefighters are the best hero's and the best workers in our state. I won't ever forget what you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of thing reminds me there is good in the world.  They have such big hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=12563549"&gt;ksl.com - Students rally to thank Herriman firefighters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has calmed down since then and things have been going really well.  This is a good time of the year, because I finally know all my kids pretty well and they know me.  Now I can joke with them a lot more.  I have been having a lot of fun with them and things have been completely under control until a few days ago.  A few of my girls found out that I have a boyfriend.  I didn't think it was any big deal, but they were so excited about it.  Then a few days later I was on my phone and one of the girls said really loud, "Are you texting your boyfriend!?" The whole class freaked out about it and they all started asking me questions and teasing me about it.  I was laughing so hard and I could not get control of the class.  For like 20 minutes this went on.  Finally, I decided I really needed to regain some sort of control. So, I told them I would answer questions and then be done with it.  They asked about where we met and our first date and a million things.  It was really funny.  Then I had them write in their journals and of course they all wrote about me and the fact that I have a boyfriend.  Haha!  It was killing me.  They still haven't dropped it, but they are fun!  Here is a picture of one of the kid's journals.  I was dying over it.  And yes, I shared this with Bryant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/TMs897fw0FI/AAAAAAAAARc/isck1g7bYaI/s1600/Fall+2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/TMs897fw0FI/AAAAAAAAARc/isck1g7bYaI/s320/Fall+2010+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533583601795387474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my little low girl, M is doing fantastic!  I have no idea what her other school was doing for her, but it wasn't teaching.  She is now staying in my class for math and slowly improving on her reading and social skills.  She just has a lot of energy, but she is very smart.  I cannot understand why they wanted to completely take her out of a normal class setting.  She doesn't have great social skills and that is because she wasn't given the change to be with her peers.  Just the other day she found, for the first time, on her own a partner to work with.  I was so excited for her!  Plus, she is very good at math.  Even better than some of my other students, so I talked to the special education teacher and now she has been in my class for a week and has been so successful. She was so excited to stay for math and I could tell her confidence has gone up a lot.  She is just great and she reminds me of my DC kids that I miss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just moving along!  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-5947957429555021359?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/5947957429555021359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=5947957429555021359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/5947957429555021359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/5947957429555021359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-my-jobmost-days.html' title='I love my job...most days.'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/TK-mKxx0c0I/AAAAAAAAARM/i60c4YmaP-s/s72-c/flagstaff-fire-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-1898678273290416847</id><published>2010-08-31T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:12:46.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now begins year #3</title><content type='html'>Well I made it through the first week of school alive.  The first week is hard, because you are getting to know the kids and they are getting to know you.  The first day is pretty painful, because you have to explain every class rule and routine.  My throat always hurts by the end of the day because I have to talk so much.  I think I am really going to like my class this year.  They are a chatty group for sure.  The first day my aid and I looked at each other with worry because of how much they talked on the first day of school.  It usually gets worse.  But, that also means they have a lot of personality which is fun!  Here are a few things that stick out from the first week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got a very low student this year.  She is repeating 3rd grade (she was at a public school last year) and seems to work on about a first grade level.  She is just a doll though.  So happy and fun.  She has the need to tell me everything she is thinking.  She is a little different and the kids can pick up on it, but she is trying to make friends.  The other day she got to go to the Birthday table for lunch.  She was allowed to bring a friend, but didn't know who to ask.  She came up to me worried about it.  So, I asked her who had been nice to her.  She finally decided on a specific girl to ask.  I had to encourage her to get the guts to go up and ask, but she finally did.  I could tell how nervous she was.  She asked the other little girl in my class who politely denied.  My heart broke for her.  She had such a disappointed look on her face as she went back to her seat.  I looked around my room trying to decide who would go with her and settled on another new student to the school that I had seen get along with M before.  I figured he would at least be interested in what it was.  So, I asked her who else she would like to ask and she said she didn't want to ask anyone.  I told her she didn't have to, but to think about other students.  Then a little while later I suggested this boy, A.  She thought about it and finally decided to ask him.  Again, she needed some encouragment.  I felt like I was trying to get this 9 year old to go on a date or something. Haha.  But, she did it and he went with her.  It was a sweet moment and I was proud of her.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;T asked for my phone number on the second day of school. :)  He came over to me at the end of the day and said, "Miss Collett can I have your phone number?" I looked at him funny and asked him why.  He said he wanted to take a picture of his dog and send it to me.  Haha. I gave him my school email address. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;J is one of my favorites already.  He is a funny kid with a great personality.  He makes me laugh and boy is he a ladies man!  I got to go to his football game on Saturday which was a lot of fun.  I had no idea that they played tackle football so young and I was impressed with how well they actually did.  His face when he saw me at his game made it completely worth going.  I have a good job.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My kids are starting to get use to my jokes and I think they will be great.  I can't believe I have already started year 3.  I am getting too old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-1898678273290416847?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/1898678273290416847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=1898678273290416847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/1898678273290416847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/1898678273290416847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-now-begins-year-3.html' title='And now begins year #3'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-3427871886312734748</id><published>2010-05-02T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:13:32.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>We have been practicing for end of year testing and there was a question about building a snowman.  The question had started to explain how to build a snowman.  The kids in the story had already rolled two snowballs.  The question asked what the kids would do next.  Clearly, build a third snowball would be the correct answer, but I had one student start to argue with me about how not every snowman would have 3 snowballs.  While I actually agree with him and that clearly shows why testing is ridiculous I tried to explain that when they take the test they need to keep in mind what would most likely happen.  And then I asked, "How many balls does a snowman usually have?"  Take a moment...yep.  I think that if I could have kept my own composure nobody would have noticed, but apparently I am too immature to handle myself, because I completely started laughing.  This then caused about 1/2 my class to laugh too.  I am a terrible example...but it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For end of year review we have been doing Olympics.  Each team got to pick a team and then I made a bulletin board with the countries flags.  Then, we have Olympic events that review math and the winning teams get medals (paper ones that I tape under their flag).  Well, I had been feeling kind of bad, because all of my ideas gave the boys an advantage since they were all sports.  Like throwing a football through a hoop or getting a bouncy ball into a box.  So, I decided to do a jump roping contest for one of the games.  The kids needed to do 25 jumps in 20 seconds to earn the point.  I didn't know the pure enjoyment I would get from this.  Some of the boys could not handle it and it was hilarious to watch them try.  I kept it to myself for the most part, but then one of my students, C, got up and was trying.  He has a really high pitched voice which made this extra funny to me.  He was trying so hard, but really just tripping all over the place, hitting himself in the face, and laughing.  His high pitched laugh about kills me alone.  With the added amusement of his attempts to jump rope I about died laughing.  I had a serious laughing attack and could not stop.  It was like when you are 10 and you are having a sleepover, but your parents want you to be quiet and become angry with you; which for some reason just makes you laugh harder. I knew I should stop, because I didn't want to make him feel bad and I also knew that it would get the kids all crazy, but I just couldn't stop.  Afterward I pulled him over and made sure I didn't make him feel bad.  I told him I just thought he was so cute.  He is the type of kid who can totally handle something like that and laugh with you.  I like that about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were bad when I was out for surgery.  When I got back I was not happy with them.  But the funniest thing was that I got letters from them while I was still gone and one girl said that I needed to "hurry and get back, because the class was going crazy" I let them have it when I got back, but they have been pretty good after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students, R, is very sweet and caring.  She would seem to be a "teacher's pet" but truly she is just so aware of other people. Anyway when I went back to school after surgery she came up to me and said, "Miss Collett I just feel so bad for you.  I just can't even look at you. It makes me so sad."  I just kind of laughed and told her she was sweet, but I was alright.  She is always like that though.  What a cutie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who like Brian Regan this is for you. You would be amazed how many 3rd graders can quote Brian Regan.  I don't know what it is, but it sure makes me laugh every time they repeat one of his jokes.  The other day I said something about baseball and all of the sudden one of my students said, "whole game, half snow cone"  I was dying. I kind of love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, one of my students from last year ice skates and I never got to watch her.  She comes in my room after school or at recess to say hello and a few weeks ago she invited me to her ice skating performance.  I told her I was there for sure.  After that is was constantly coming in asking me if I was going to make it to her performance.  So, when it came along I had to go.  It was kind of hard to find a ride there, but I managed it and was able to go.  I was really impressed with the program and she did a great job.  It was so hard to get there that I kept wondering if it was really worth it especially since she isn't even one of my students anymore. But when she came running at me after the program was over and almost knock me over with a big hug I knew it was completely worth it.  She had the biggest grin on her face and I loved it.  I was so glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks of school!  I can do it, I can do it, I can do it.  Can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-3427871886312734748?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/3427871886312734748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=3427871886312734748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/3427871886312734748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/3427871886312734748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2010/05/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-3034643787323755831</id><published>2010-03-20T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:36:45.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we done yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/S6UHoQN3z2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_FRYQz-7etc/s1600-h/young-screaming-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/S6UHoQN3z2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_FRYQz-7etc/s320/young-screaming-boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450771312131166050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I hate February and March.  I am not sure what it is, but the kids all go crazy.  They can't keep their mouths closed or sit in their seats.  Recess is like a battlefield and all the teachers are on the verge of murder.  But we are nearing the end so there is hope.  I can't believe the end is in sight.  So, I haven't written anything for a while, but I was looking at my other posts and I didn't remember half the stuff I wrote.  Good memories, so I have to keep writing.  Here are some stories I can remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always create a slightly hostile environment in regards to BYU vs. UTAH.  This year I really didn't try to, but I have some die hard UTAH fans and couldn't let them get away with the comments they were making. So, one of my students brought in a Utah poster for some reason.  Another boy told him to show it to me and so he did.  I grabbed it and pretended to rip it up.  He screamed and said, "I told you she would take it and rip it up!"  They know me too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a student whose mom is from Australia.  She has the coolest accent.  He was born here, so he doesn't have an accent, but every once in a while he says a phrase that I know comes from his mother.  I always know what he is saying, but he just says it in a weird way.  For example, he says "meant to" a lot.  He will say something like, "Are we meant to do this page for homework?"  Haha, I find it super adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a dance festival where each 3rd grade class learned a dance from a different country.  Our dance was a "couples" dance.  When I told them that they all fell over from embarrassment. But I had them over it real soon. Except that every time I said the word "couple" they couldn't handle it.  Another thing I found very funny about this was some of the kids inability to skip.  At one point they had to link arms and skip with their partner.  To me this seems like a fairly easy task, but apparently to 8 and 9 year olds it is not so easy.  The first few times we practice I literally had kids trip and fall flat on their faces.  I had one boy who honestly did not know how to skip at all.  It was the funniest thing to watch.  I about died laughing at their attempts to skip in sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while I had a substitute because I was gone for some reason.  I came back to school after the weekend and one of my students, R, came up to me and said, "Miss Collett I am sure glad you are back. I sure like you better than the substitute."  I kind of chuckled and asked her way.  She proceeded to tell me that I was more fun and had a better voice.  When I asked her about the better voice she explained to me that the subs voice was very monotone and quiet and I am more perky.  You would have to know this girl, but it was very sweet and hysterical all at once.  She uses a lot of words to explain herself, but very sincere and sweet.  I love her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/S6UGwpaV-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hOzh9k6skd8/s1600-h/smiles_407.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/S6UGwpaV-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hOzh9k6skd8/s320/smiles_407.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450770356821686674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make 6th grade boys cry.  Those of you who are around 12 year old boys would understand how great an accomplishment this is.  I am not sure what it is, but they are scared of me.  In our school we have "think time".  This is where if a student is bad they can be sent to another teacher in the school.  It is kind of like a step below going to the principals and mostly for the teacher to get a break before they kill the student.  I really like it for the few kids who need it.  Every teacher is paired with another teacher.  I am paired with a 6th grade teacher.  So, when they come in my room I just tell them to sit down and fill out the paper that they are suppose to.  In all honestly I don't think I am mean, but I certainly don't act happy when they come into my room.  Then when I feel like they have sat there for a while I talk to them about what they did and why they shouldn't have done it.  I explain that I don't want to see them back in my room and send them to class.  So, truly I don't do anything to them, but I think it must be the annoyance and disappointment I portray.  Whatever it is it works, because they do not want to come to my class.  I now have all the 6th graders come to my room for think time.  A substitute tried to send one down and he claimed he didn't know where my room was.  Lie.  He had already been in my room a few times.  Another one I am told cries when he has to come in my room.  Some of them would rather see the principal.  The 6th grade teachers love me for it though.  I swear I don't bet them.  I am just a tiny little person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't ever read "Sideways Stories from Wayside School" then I strongly suggest you do.  I didn't even know what the book was about, but another teacher suggested it as a good read-a-loud book for my class, so I bought it and we started reading it.  About a page in I couldn't stop laughing.  Granted I think it had to do with the mood I was in that day, but seriously, as I kept reading I kept laughing harder and harder.  Eventually I literally couldn't even read anymore, because I was laughing so hard.  I was trying to control myself because the kids were starting to get out of hand, but I couldn't.  5 minutes later I managed to pull myself together.  My students thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.  The next day they were so excited to read, but I assured them I wouldn't have a laughing attack again.  Except I did.  I don't know what it is about that book, but it sure makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/S6UGi2v1qZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2wrPFbPHK2o/s1600-h/SidewaysStoriesFromWaysideSchool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/S6UGi2v1qZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2wrPFbPHK2o/s320/SidewaysStoriesFromWaysideSchool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450770119883336082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you how proud I am of some of my students?  I have a few who I think are amazing writers.  Their stories really read like a good book.  It amazes me how creative they can be.  I love writing.  It is definitely one of my favorite subjects to teach, because you really get to know the kids personalities on a different level.  Here are some examples of their writing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A dark creature was looming over his nest. You could hear the creature’s deep breathing, smell his horrible breath, and worst of all, hear the bloodcurdling scream it emitted when it was angry. The creature was stealing Camo’s nuts and fruit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What could have done this? But then he remembered the screaming. The Beast. No one knows what the Beast looks like, but the ones who do never live to tell the tale. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day when she was in a field she heard crying. Cyrus looked in a nearby bush and saw a darling little girl. When the little girl got sight of Cyrus she said, “Horsy I am Cindy and I am lost.  My family went up the mountain. Can you help me?” Cyrus whinnied. Together they headed for the mountain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi my name is Rylee. Yesterday I figured out how to make up good and bad excuses. Yesterday I forgot my homework, so you can probably guess that I was sitting at my desk sweating to death. Mrs. Riddel was coming around to check homework, but what would I say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to get out of writing class you have to put a chocolate carton of milk in your desk then chew up cheerios and fruit loops and finally spit it in your carton of chocolate milk. Mix all the chocolate milk, the cheerios, and the fruit loops together and put it in your mouth. Next, go up to your teacher and spit it out onto her desk, because then you will be sent home immediately!”  I have to say that I’ve learned a lot from that boy. Try some of this stuff out. I have to go now, because I need to go get a package of ketchup from the lunch room." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I strongly believe with writing is to not ever give the students a topic.  They are plenty creative. Forcing them to write about a certain topic just hinders their creativity.  Besides how many of us write better when it is something we want to write about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am really enjoying my second year of teaching.  My class is really good and fun at the same time.  They make me laugh all the time and they love to joke around.  I feel less stressed this year for sure.  Everyone said the first year of teaching was the hardest, but when I was in it I didn't feel too overwhelmed.  Now that I am in my second year though I have noticed a big difference.  I love the people I work with, my administration is amazing, and I really like 3rd grade.  I am lucky to have a stable job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-3034643787323755831?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/3034643787323755831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=3034643787323755831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/3034643787323755831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/3034643787323755831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-we-done-yet.html' title='Are we done yet?'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/S6UHoQN3z2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_FRYQz-7etc/s72-c/young-screaming-boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-872857980458523316</id><published>2009-10-24T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:18:01.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stories that make my job all worth it.</title><content type='html'>Mr. H reminds me of Mr. T last year.  He is a ball of energy and he always has a lot to say. Plus he has a mischievous look on his face and flaming red hair.  So, naturally I love the kid.  He is however, a toned down version and doesn't cause me near as much grief as T did last year.  But, he still makes me laugh quite often.  Just today he came up to me in the morning and asked, "Miss Collett do you ever have bad dreams, because I had one last night.  I had a dream that I wrote my story on the wrong paper and so I had to re-write the whole thing again and my hand was hurting.  It was a very bad dream."  Ahh, the things 3rd graders stress over.  It made me laugh a lot though.  He was dead serious and he had such a funny expression on his face as he told me about his dream.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The other day I had a girl in my class ask me if I was a "tom boy or a girlie girl."  I laughed and asked her what she thought.  She responded with quite a surety, "a tom boy, because you like to be outdoors and you like sports." I think she knows me pretty well. :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It made me so happy the other day when a student in my class came up to me and said, "Miss Collett, I used the word "stunned" in my story, because oh it was just the perfect word." Haha. To give you some background I put up vocabulary words on my whiteboard that come from the book I am reading to the class.  I encourage them to use those words in their writing and to also look for the words when they read.  He was so excited about it and I was so proud.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is a girl in my class who struggles in math quite a bit, but sometimes it is hard for me to know, because she doesn't ask for help.  Well I talked to her about it at parent/teacher conferences and she told me she would ask me more questions when she was confused.  Well the other day she did asked me a question and I helped her. I didn't think anything of it, but then about 5 minutes later she came up to me and said, "You are right Miss Collett, it is really helpful to ask questions.  It is so much easier."  I was glad that she felt comfortable to ask me a question and I thought it was funny she wanted to tell me about it.  I must be doing something right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And finally, it is not just the kids that keep me smiling throughout the day.  Now, you can't judge me for this, because it was a mixture of things.  I was tired, when I am not suppose to laugh something inside of me can't stop, when others laugh I laugh, and when things are too cheesy I think they are funny.  At our school we have a "anti-bully" program and my assistant principal sent us a link to a video we needed to show our students.  I really had no idea what it was about. But I put it up on the projector for the students to watch.  It ended up being a slide show of pictures and short video clips of people with disabilities along with a song "Don't Laugh at Me".  I know it sounds awful, but about half way through the song I looked over at my amazing aid, Britteni and she had turned toward the wall because she was laughing and didn't want the kids to see.  So, as soon as I saw her I couldn't stop myself from laughing either.  I had been trying so hard to keep it in, but after I saw her it was over.  Am I a terrible teacher or what!? But after the kids were all asking us why we were laughing and so I told them Britteni had told a funny joke.  I think they bought it. I am evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life is moving right along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-872857980458523316?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/872857980458523316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=872857980458523316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/872857980458523316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/872857980458523316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-stories-that-make-my-job-all-worth.html' title='Some stories that make my job all worth it.'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-8354656123589536433</id><published>2009-04-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:04:30.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck up?</title><content type='html'>My students write in their journals everyday after lunch.  Then I collect 5 a day and read them to make sure they are writing and it helps me get to know them a little bit better. Plus it is often hysterical. So the other day I was reading one of the journals and this is what it said, “Today is Miss Collett's birthday.  I think she’s having the worst one yet. Today is probly (his spelling) my worst day too. Well I hope you read this on Monday but I'm sorry for what hapened today.  I'm sure you had a bad day.  I hope tomorrow's better.  It's just I think your the best teacher I ever had.”  Come on!  I about died.  He is one of my favorites, can you tell?  The best thing is that he is totally sincere.  I have a few who try and let’s say “butter me up”, but it doesn’t fly with me.  M here though is just so sweet it is hard not to love him.  Also, I honestly have no idea what he is referring to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for the school year to end.  The kids are getting wild, so my patience is running thin.  I will miss them I am sure, but right about now I want to hurt a few.:) Testing is next week so we will find out if I taught anyone anything.  I am crossing my fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-8354656123589536433?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/8354656123589536433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=8354656123589536433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/8354656123589536433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/8354656123589536433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2009/04/suck-up.html' title='Suck up?'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-8505739684750243551</id><published>2009-03-06T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:59:29.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud!</title><content type='html'>The other day we put together "skimmers" which are boats made out of card stock.  The idea was they had to make their own sail and then they would race them by blowing them across the gym floor.  We decided to make it a contest within the entire 3rd grade.  I jokingly told my kids that they had better win the race or else! However, they really did awesome.  We split the grade into 5 rounds and 4 of my kids won out of the 5!  Then we had a final race and the first, second, and third places went to kids in my class!  Those of you who know me well enough know I can be competitive and apparently it has transferred a little bit. :)  It made me love my class even more though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through parent teacher conferences!  All I have to say is I am glad they are only twice a year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-8505739684750243551?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/8505739684750243551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=8505739684750243551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/8505739684750243551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/8505739684750243551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-proud.html' title='So Proud!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-454311917385220658</id><published>2009-01-30T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:44:58.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At my school we have Spanish everyday for 30 minutes.  I don't teach it, but I have to be in the room while the Spanish teacher is teaching to help manage the students.  I often bring in a book to read for guided reading.  So the other day S came up to me and asked, "Miss Collett do you always have your nose in a book?"  She had a goofy smile on her face and I just smiled and said that I do love to read.  It is nice to know that they notice I read, because I want to encourage that of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Spanish.  Every single day without fail I came down the stairs and into my dark, completely silent classroom.  I have no idea when this came about, but everyday my students all rush into the room before I get there and then turn off the lights and pretend to be sleeping.  I think they hope I will let them take a nap, which I have done before. :) It makes me smile everyday though, because it is just a random personality thing that my class does and I will always remember them for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never falters; I always have a story about Mr. T.  This week we were working on vocabulary which I just take out of the read-a-loud book I am reading at the time.  I came across the word boisterous, which means lively, energetic, or active, so I made that a vocabulary word and we were talking about the definition and ways to use it. I mentioned that a person with a lot of energy could be boisterous.  A girl, A, raised her hand and said, "T is boisterous!"  I smiled and agreed with her.  It sure made me laugh; I mean even the students know it! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story with Mr T. literally made me leave the room because I was laughing so hard.  Every 6 weeks every grade has a week of extra art.  Monday is the assembly day when the who 3rd grade gets together and learns about a new artist.  Right now they are studying Mary Cassatt.  The art teacher was pointing out how she uses lines to point to the more important parts of the painting.  The art teacher asked the kids what the woman's shirt in the picture was pointing towards.  The answer she was looking for was toward the little girl's face below the woman.  Well T says out loud, but more to himself "It is pointing towards the wiener"  I about died when I heard him.  I looked at him and he immediately regretted saying it, but he was dead serious.  I pulled him over and told him that was inappropriate.  He said, "But Miss Collett (with a downward motion) it is pointing to the wiener.  I said "you can think it, but it is inappropriate to say in school.  Then I ran out of the assembly and busted out laughing.  The kid never fails to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last T story.  I was talking to my principal and somehow T came up.  My principal asked me if I had seen the tiger claw T had brought to school.  The principal said that T was showing it to people at lunch and the principal actually thought it was really cool.  I told him that T had probably not shown me, because he knew I would take it away.  I am constantly taking things away from the kid, because everything distracts him.  Anyway, after lunch I asked T about it.  He looked at me surprised and asked how I knew he had a tiger claw.  I of course told him I knew everything and asked to see it. He told me he didn't want to show me because I would take it.  I laughed because I was totally spot on when I told the principal why I thought I had not seen it.  I love that T knows I will take something away from him if I see him playing with it.  I did not take it away from him though, because he had never become a distraction.  I just told him as long as I didn't see it I wouldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-454311917385220658?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/454311917385220658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=454311917385220658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/454311917385220658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/454311917385220658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-my-school-we-have-spanish-everyday.html' title='Stories...'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-2815164498377263223</id><published>2009-01-16T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:05:00.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So in science we are teaching about living vs. non-living, which seems like kindergarten stuff, but it has created some funny comments.  One in particular has to do with the fact that for something to be living it has to reproduce.  Now we thought about the best way to approach this and decided to say that the living thing needs to be able to create more of itself.  This definition satisfied everyone when we were introducing the topic.  However, a little later my students were sorting a list of things into "living" and "non-living" and they came across "school teacher".  At first one of my students, T, was just joking around and saying "oh Miss Collett I think you are under "non-living".  But then a few other kids starting thinking about it.  One girl asked, "Miss Collett you can reproduce?"  I said that I could have a baby and that satisfied her concern.  However, this had now become a classroom discussion and one student asked, "But then how are men living?"  I about died laughing.  How do I respond to that?  I mean they can't have babies. :)  So I said, "Well they help" and then I said, "You know what... ask your mom."  I got a few funny looks, but they finally let it go.  It still makes me laugh out loud though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have art every Friday afternoon and this week we did hand prints with paint onto a big canvas.  Well of course paint is messy and so I had them go to the bathroom to wash their hands.  Then a little later one girl came up to me and said, "Miss Collett there is paint all over the bathroom.  I did NOT know how disgusting girls could be."  They way she said it killed me.  I went into the bathroom and sure enough there was paint all over the walls, sink, and floor.  I promptly had everyone take a few paper towels and clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I thought of another story that happened a little while ago.  T came walking into class one morning very quiet, which never happens.  He is usually causing a commotion 5 minutes after he has walked through my door.  I swear the kid is friends with everyone and anyone, which makes it hard to sit him anywhere.  Anyways, after a little bit he came up to me holding his sweater zipper and asked me if he could use my tape. I could tell he was embarrassed.  I asked him why he needed tape and he said that his zipper was broken and he wanted to tape his sweater.  I asked him what was underneath his sweater thinking he could just take it off, but he simply replied, "skin".  I laughed at his response and realizing why he was embarrassed found a safety pin to pin it closed.  This kid always keeps me laughing and on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a good week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-2815164498377263223?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/2815164498377263223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=2815164498377263223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/2815164498377263223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/2815164498377263223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-fun-stories.html' title='Some fun stories'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-3143974206196022604</id><published>2008-12-24T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:46:33.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A teacher's life is always entertaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/SVJlWYPum_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/2QBuxshvRkc/s1600-h/IMGP0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/SVJlWYPum_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/2QBuxshvRkc/s320/IMGP0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283396747998960626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I am finally updating my blog.  I don't know if anyone still checks it, but oh well.  I will mostly be focusing on the experiences I have as a teacher as that is much more interesting than any other part of my life.  Besides I have decided I would like to remember some of the funny things that happen to me.  I was reading my old blog posts and laughing at all the things I had forgotten.  It is nice to have memories typed up so they are not forgotten or lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one boy in my class, let's call him T, who really likes to keep me on my toes.  Actually, I am glad he is in my class, because then I am never bored and he challenges me to think outside the box.  This kid is brilliant and says the funniest things on a daily basis.  I am kicking myself a little bit for not writing them down earlier, because I cannot remember most of what he has said.  However, one thing I do remember happened more towards the beginning of the year.  You see I have a tooth brush and tooth paste at school so I can brush my teeth in the morning after I eat breakfast, because usually I eat at school.  I almost always brush my teeth before my students get to the class, but one morning I forgot until they had started to line up at my classroom door.  I quickly started brushing my teeth.  T poked his head inside the door and saw me brushing away.  He gave me a confused look, like when a dog turns his head sideways, and said completely serious, "Miss Collett do you live here?"  Let me ask you this:  How many of you thought your teachers lived at the school?  I know I thought it.  So I decided to mess with him and I said, "Yep I sure do."  He replied, "But where do you sleep?"  I told him I slept on top of the desks, but he didn't buy it.   I just smiled at him and said nothing more, so who knows if he thinks I live at the school or not.  Sometimes I feel like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 11th I wanted to make sure that the kids knew that it was a day to remember all those who lost their lives.  Most of the students had an idea of what happened, so I just kind of told them where I was and how I felt when it all happened.  I explained my love for this country and people who fight for freedom.  Then I played "I am proud to be an American"  for them and had them just sit and think.  I had 3 students in my class full on cry during the song, all girls of course.  I was actually proud of them for feeling for their country.  One girl wasn't ashamed at all and said loudly to the class, "Man that song made me so sad I was crying!"  She is my soon to be actress and I love her for it.  You should here the way she reads her stories out loud.  She has so much character and expression in her voice.  I think I should get an autograph before the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just recently had a 3rd grade dance festival, because we were studying cultures and so each class took a dance from a different country.  The kids really loved it.  During the second or third time we were practicing I had one boy come up to me and ask if he could switch partners.  Now I was going to have none of that, but I asked him why and he said, "Well Miss Collett S (I will just name all my students with one letter so I don't get in trouble) picks her nose and I just really don't want to get boggers (how he said it) on my hand,"  Haha, what could I say to that?  I wouldn't want boggers on my hand either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for now that is all I have.  I will really try to keep more up to date, but I am making no promises.  Mostly I want to remember, so I am making a goal to write when I have a good story or two.  Bye for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-3143974206196022604?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/3143974206196022604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=3143974206196022604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/3143974206196022604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/3143974206196022604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-life-is-always-entertaining.html' title='A teacher&apos;s life is always entertaining'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/SVJlWYPum_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/2QBuxshvRkc/s72-c/IMGP0534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-2894159103152620333</id><published>2008-04-10T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:26:15.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had an awesome birthday!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;School was fun and my kids were really cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a party and Jodi surprised me with balloons which of course I got very excited about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to Dave and Buster’s, which is like a big kid Chuckie Cheese, and played until we were all ready for bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday morning we got up super early to catch a Chinatown bus to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;; we had so much fun! The bus ride was actually kind of fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We slept, because it wasn’t very crowded and I enjoyed the bus stop breaks where we got supplies of treats which we shared with our bus friends. In &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; we did a lot of smaller things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had at more famous quaint restaurants and went to fun stores like FAO Schwartz. We stayed at a nice little hotel where we enjoyed some good ol’e television. It was a really fun trip…here are the funny highlights:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/st1:place&gt; bus:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay not as bad as I thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me just say the bus stop was between the Chinese restaurants Wok ‘n Roll and New Big Wong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We laugh about that randomly still.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Subway trips:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being in DC we all felt pretty confident on the subway, because we use the metro here everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course it is different, but the same idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well one big difference: the doors close A LOT faster.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one stop we causally got up to get off just like we usually do in DC, well not quick enough for the subway in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tracie managed to get off but no one else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doors shut without anyone else getting the chance to leave and so we continued to the next stop without her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were laughing hard for the next 10 minutes as we had to go 2 more stops to turn around and go back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It gets better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we finally were getting on the subway to go back, those stinking doors started to shut on Kami.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I seriously thought we were now going to have people in 3 different locations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she fought her way through the closing doors which were trying to shut regardless of who was in the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh it was a site to see!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, we were much quicker at getting on and off the subway. &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TGI Friday’s:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ate in Times Square at the TGI Friday’s and we thought since it had only been one day since my birthday we thought we would see if they would sing and maybe get a free dessert. When we asked they kind of sounded unsure, but they did sing and brought us a nice big brown sundae.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were all very pleased with ourselves until they brought us the bill and charged us 9 dollars for the dessert we did not even technically order.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who does that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least they usually tell you it will cost and ask you what you want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we argued and they ended up not charging us, but really? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good times in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I am excited to come to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;!  I had a dose of sadness yesterday, because two of my kids were suspended which means I won’t see them again.  When I found out they were going to be suspended (for showing their private parts to a girl during recess) I also realized I wasn’t going to see them again.  So I found a camera and went to go grab the two boys to come in the class picture.  As we were walking to the classroom I was kind of explaining that I wouldn’t get to see them again since my last day is Friday.  One of them started crying sending the other one into tears also.  I started getting emotional, but I calmed them down because I was thinking: we are going to take pictures we can’t be crying.  We took some class pictures and then I took the two boys back downstairs to the office and they started crying again.  I gave them a hug and that made me cry too.  I am really going to miss them.  I am not sad about not having to teach them anymore, but I am sad because I feel like I am breaking their hearts.  I feel like I have been a constant adult they can rely on and many of them don’t have that.  I think tomorrow is going to be tougher than I thought; those crying boys faces are forever going to be engraved in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6g1vh_QHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5-izAP19Hqo/s1600-h/April+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6g1vh_QHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5-izAP19Hqo/s320/April+2008+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187760665929924722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jodi suprised me with balloons!  I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6f0vh_QEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Yv-DqB0SWpY/s1600-h/April+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6f0vh_QEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Yv-DqB0SWpY/s320/April+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187759549238427714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6fNfh_QBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pSwPIl_GqdQ/s1600-h/April+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6fNfh_QBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pSwPIl_GqdQ/s320/April+2008+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187758874928562194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6fM_h_QAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/R2QTpev4ORs/s1600-h/April+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6fM_h_QAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/R2QTpev4ORs/s320/April+2008+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187758866338627586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Love them!  I swear I am not that white, they make me look like I am dying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6fNvh_QCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2RlEy0_XOu8/s1600-h/April+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6fNvh_QCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2RlEy0_XOu8/s320/April+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187758879223529506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the other kids were standing on a&lt;br /&gt;chair, but this girl isn't.  She is so tall&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful, but a pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6eZPh_P-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/yBRroiDFTMY/s1600-h/April+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6eZPh_P-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/yBRroiDFTMY/s320/April+2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187757977280397282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6eZvh_P_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qTgkRmLgylc/s1600-h/April+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6eZvh_P_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qTgkRmLgylc/s320/April+2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187757985870331890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Miss Collett!  Nothing better then&lt;br /&gt;elementary kids to make you feel special for your&lt;br /&gt;birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6f0Ph_QDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yo_y9nMWQNM/s1600-h/April+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6f0Ph_QDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yo_y9nMWQNM/s320/April+2008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187759540648493106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;They love me...most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6g1fh_QGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AWah-vJ0xfI/s1600-h/April+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6g1fh_QGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AWah-vJ0xfI/s320/April+2008+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187760661634957410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to New York City baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6f0_h_QFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZWflFx7eHIM/s1600-h/April+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6f0_h_QFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZWflFx7eHIM/s320/April+2008+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187759553533395026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6ijvh_QOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1bBQlwzefy0/s1600-h/April+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6ijvh_QOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1bBQlwzefy0/s320/April+2008+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187762555715535074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serendipity.  Seriously good frozen hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hJvh_QJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Y0GCxXXqGWQ/s1600-h/April+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hJvh_QJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Y0GCxXXqGWQ/s320/April+2008+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187761009527308434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our annoying principal has this&lt;br /&gt;"think green" idea that he constantly&lt;br /&gt;bugs us about on the intercom.  It is&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be something about if you&lt;br /&gt;are in the "green zone" you are being&lt;br /&gt;good, but if you are in the "red or yellow&lt;br /&gt;zone" you need to be better.  It is&lt;br /&gt;actually a good idea, but he is so&lt;br /&gt;annoying about it we all hate it...Notice&lt;br /&gt;our faces.  We found this in FAO&lt;br /&gt;Schwartz and we almost died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hJ_h_QKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0j48INh28WY/s1600-h/April+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hJ_h_QKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0j48INh28WY/s320/April+2008+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187761013822275746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6g2Ph_QII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RLQLuUcONF8/s1600-h/April+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6g2Ph_QII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RLQLuUcONF8/s320/April+2008+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187760674519859330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hKfh_QLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oz5HN2mhrYA/s1600-h/April+2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hKfh_QLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oz5HN2mhrYA/s320/April+2008+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187761022412210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interactive toy store. Probably&lt;br /&gt;meant for kids, but hey we aren't too&lt;br /&gt;old yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hW_h_QMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yt_VfZHGgWk/s1600-h/April+2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hW_h_QMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yt_VfZHGgWk/s320/April+2008+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187761237160575170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hXfh_QNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1r1To2uVLZE/s1600-h/April+2008+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6hXfh_QNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1r1To2uVLZE/s320/April+2008+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187761245750509778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love New York!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6g2Ph_QII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RLQLuUcONF8/s1600-h/April+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-2894159103152620333?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/2894159103152620333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=2894159103152620333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/2894159103152620333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/2894159103152620333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-weekend-and-early-goodbyes.html' title='Birthday Weekend Fun!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_6g1vh_QHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5-izAP19Hqo/s72-c/April+2008+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-3540764987474846544</id><published>2008-03-31T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:26:17.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break</title><content type='html'>Spring break was amazing and desperately needed. Jodi and I got to spend tons of time with Ashlin which was a total blast. She is one smart little girl! I am grateful Chad was able to give us buddy passes to watch her. Thanks SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see my family which was also needed. I miss my family out here! I ran around trying to see everyone as much as possible. There was not enough time, but the good news is I will be back in 2 weeks! We have all decided we are ready to be done. I want my own classroom where I can do things exactly how I want. I can't wait for next year! I met the principal of my school and he was very nice. I also got to see the site of my school; it is in a gorgeous area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to finish out the last 2 weeks strong.  It is my last chance to make as much of an impression as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures.  We went to the cherry blossom festival Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GLPAI4j_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ix_4KcKQXgk/s1600-h/March+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GLPAI4j_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ix_4KcKQXgk/s320/March+2008+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184077735931711474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stinkin adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GLPQI4kAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nLVfpbSPNZ4/s1600-h/March+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GLPQI4kAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nLVfpbSPNZ4/s320/March+2008+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184077740226678786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new addition to the Meyerson family.  He&lt;br /&gt;is hard not to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GQCwI4kJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZB_4dWC6xDk/s1600-h/March+2008+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GQCwI4kJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZB_4dWC6xDk/s320/March+2008+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184083023036453010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating the Jefferson Monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GQaQI4kLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ag3trEOfqr4/s1600-h/March+2008+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GQaQI4kLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ag3trEOfqr4/s320/March+2008+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184083426763378866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GQawI4kMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cggFbsaTVgE/s1600-h/March+2008+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GQawI4kMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cggFbsaTVgE/s320/March+2008+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184083435353313474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GQDQI4kKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yvLOJFLR1l0/s1600-h/March+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GQDQI4kKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yvLOJFLR1l0/s320/March+2008+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184083031626387618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am holding it.  Maybe these pictures&lt;br /&gt;should be in a different order. :)  Although&lt;br /&gt;then again 3 people couldn't eat the same&lt;br /&gt;monument....well nobody could really eat a&lt;br /&gt;monument.  Yep I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GPmgI4kII/AAAAAAAAAH8/8NJTwBObcQw/s1600-h/March+2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GPmgI4kII/AAAAAAAAAH8/8NJTwBObcQw/s320/March+2008+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184082537705148546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cherry blossoms!  It was a dreary day, but&lt;br /&gt;it still looked really pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GNBAI4kFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ea-XTESUt3s/s1600-h/March+2008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GNBAI4kFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ea-XTESUt3s/s320/March+2008+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184079694436798546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GNBgI4kGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UIUdRTX5RKU/s1600-h/March+2008+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GNBgI4kGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UIUdRTX5RKU/s320/March+2008+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184079703026733154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GNBwI4kHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5dChWOFjd9I/s1600-h/March+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GNBwI4kHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5dChWOFjd9I/s320/March+2008+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184079707321700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GMXQI4kCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wmLpYcwze2M/s1600-h/March+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GMXQI4kCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wmLpYcwze2M/s320/March+2008+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184078977177260066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the kite extravaganza on the mall strip. &lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised at how many there were.&lt;br /&gt;We were constantly dogging them which made&lt;br /&gt;the experience even more funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GMXgI4kDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HcNNsvTV7aU/s1600-h/March+2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GMXgI4kDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HcNNsvTV7aU/s320/March+2008+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184078981472227378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GMYAI4kEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_JV1O74T5WU/s1600-h/March+2008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GMYAI4kEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_JV1O74T5WU/s320/March+2008+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184078990062161986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GLPwI4kBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ef3gQoF1TKw/s1600-h/March+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GLPwI4kBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ef3gQoF1TKw/s320/March+2008+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184077748816613394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-3540764987474846544?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/3540764987474846544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=3540764987474846544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/3540764987474846544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/3540764987474846544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring break'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R_GLPAI4j_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ix_4KcKQXgk/s72-c/March+2008+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-9171107514349031827</id><published>2008-03-14T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:21:09.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the good times role!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have had the most wonderful week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyday was a good day with a lot of learning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Monday and Tuesday were unbelievably excellent and probably the most productive days since I have been out here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like I have said before a lot of days feel very worthless, but both days I got through all of my lessons and I felt like my students were actually learning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday and yesterday my teacher was home sick, so I had the class to myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprisingly it wasn’t too bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Usually the kids are a lot more difficult to manage when my mentor teacher is gone, but they really haven’t shown too much of a difference in behavior this past week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was still able to get a lot done and I didn’t really feel too overwhelmed with any management problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did have a fist fight go on at the end of the day Wednesday, but I handled it and nobody got too hurt. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will explain more…I just finally felt like a teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt like I had my class under control.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know my kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know how to handle each child on an individual basis which allows me to be a teacher on a deeper level. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Stories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, the fight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have had 2 other major fights that involved fists, tackling, or serious aggression.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This one I think has topped them all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It began with an exchange of chips between two boys in my class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make a long story short they were fighting over who the chips belonged to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both boys have a temper and it became violent quick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked up to find one of the boys throwing the other down on the floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the boy on the floor got up and gave the other kid a bloody lip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point they were chasing each other around the room. After two desks were knocked down I was able to get in the pathway of one boy and I kind of grabbed him and swung him out the door as another teacher came over to help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that teacher took him and I was able to deal with the other one still in my class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I calmed my class down and we continued with the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a discussion with them and things were better today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They just don’t know how to handle their emotions or deal with arguments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They know how to fight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are 7 years old and that is what kills me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is sad that all they know how to do is fight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I successfully handle the situation and it didn’t seem to affect the classroom environment too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;One of my students was walking past a Jesse Jackson poster in the hall and he said:&lt;br /&gt;“Miss Collett look it is Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus Jackson” He was reading the poster; needless to say, he needs to work on his reading. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I was very proud of one of my students because the principal came into my class and my student actually proved that he had learned something that day. (Side Note: My principal drives me crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is a lot of talk, but doesn’t really do much but bug everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He periodically drops in unannounced and if he feels like it gives a quick 5 or 10 minute lesson on nothing to do with what the students are learning.) So, he dropped in the other day and saw that fractions were written on the board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asked the class what they had learned about fractions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alonte raised his hand and explained how to show a fraction in a picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so adorable and I was so proud of him for remembering what we had learned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The principal proceeded to give a dumb lesson on which fraction is bigger which no one understood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I taught bigger fractions today and almost the whole class got it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My worst student has never been better!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ALL day today he was unbelievably incredible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He followed directions, finished his work, and never left the class, all very big successes for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think he finally believes I am on his side and I really do care about him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even today he wouldn’t take off his hat and so when I finally got a chance to talk to him about it I found out that he was embarrassed because his hair was half braided.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I made a deal with him that he could tell me anyone who made fun of him and I would keep them at recess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He immediately took his hat off and the day continued without problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah I wish I could explain in words how wonderful it was to have him behave the entire day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Okay, best story of the week:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the morning my students come in and write in their journals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a journal prompt on the board to help them get started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, the other day my journal prompt was “If you found a pot of gold what would you do?” I got the usual I would buy a play station, a swimming pool, food, etc… Well I had two really cute entries, strangely enough the same two boys who got into the fight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One said, I wouldn’t pick it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would leave it there and try to find out whose it was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other said, I would give some to the homeless, then I would give some to my mom and dad and then I would give some …and he made a small list of people he would give the gold to. He never once mentioned what he wanted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Too cute!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was laughing about it all day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have the biggest hearts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-9171107514349031827?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/9171107514349031827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=9171107514349031827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/9171107514349031827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/9171107514349031827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-good-times-role.html' title='Let the good times role!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-7420021496169568370</id><published>2008-03-10T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:45:57.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much fighting!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weeks are flying by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Weekends are always something to look forward to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last weekend Dad came to visit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a very good time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We enjoyed the hot tub, TV (a novelty these days since we don’t have one), &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Georgetown&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, and other DC attractions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got to go to the spy museum which was my favorite part of the weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One part of the museum was interactive and we were able to find out valuable information for the government. We even got new identities. &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This past weekend was nice and relaxing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were suppose to go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; with our supervisor, but it was raining all day Friday and Saturday so we decided another weekend was a better idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;School is getting better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The good days are starting to seem more frequent these days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure if my attitude has changed, if I am just use to it, or I am actually making some kind of a difference; I am hoping it is the latter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can see my students improving a little bit so that is encouraging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are so many things I want to do with my students, but my time is running out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I only have 4 weeks of school left!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That blows my mind a little bit considering I felt like it would never end in the beginning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lot of days feel very unproductive, but I do what I can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact on Friday I felt like it was a very unproductive day, full of simply managing the class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However at the end of the day I was so sick and tired of all the fights that had gone on in my class I was ready to explode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There had been the usual arguments about “busing in the line” or getting in front of someone in line, fighting over pencils, paper, markers, anything you could imagine, etc… But then on I also had the extra pleasure of dealing with one girl who had written a note to someone that said “Edugwu is ugly.” I &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;intercepted the note and immediately dismissed the girl from my classroom in order for her to think about what she had written and to keep me from screaming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She consequently stayed with me during recess and wrote one nice thing about everyone in the class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then after lunch I caught two girls making fun of another’s student’s ears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SECOND grade people, I mean come on!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In second grade you should be sweet and innocent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So at that point I had had enough. I got everyone quiet real quick and proceeded to give a talk about how making fun of each other is rude and I would not have it in my classroom. After I finished my speech I went around the room and let everyone give one complement about each student in the class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was actually really cute and went really well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was eager to give out compliments and some were really adorable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that is the kind of teaching that takes place a lot around here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the only productive thing that went on all day Friday, but it was an accomplishment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just wish that one time would stop the constant fighting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I found out I will be going to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; for spring break and I am really looking forward to that!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait to see everyone!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep in touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-7420021496169568370?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/7420021496169568370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=7420021496169568370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/7420021496169568370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/7420021496169568370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-fighting.html' title='Too much fighting!!!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-4806734294620016996</id><published>2008-02-27T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:26:17.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;We went on our first field trip yesterday. It took a lot of effort to finally get on the field trip with all of the permission slips and "ok's" from everyone, but in the end it worked out. We walked about 4 blocks to the Air and Space Museum. The kids absolutely loved it! They were just beaming the entire trip. Each class took 4 or 5 students, so we had a total of 12 kids with 4 adults. It was nice to get out of the classroom and get a chance to really get to know the students. They are so much fun! I can't wait for the other field trips we have planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YEgryJsYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aPAaP4SH1Rk/s1600-h/SV400463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YEgryJsYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aPAaP4SH1Rk/s320/SV400463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171826181636993410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the museum.  Single file line...not&lt;br /&gt;easily kept. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YFFryJsdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-C21MHgu4ac/s1600-h/SV400509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YFFryJsdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-C21MHgu4ac/s320/SV400509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171826817292153298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YEzLyJsZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E762MBpRztg/s1600-h/SV400478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YEzLyJsZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E762MBpRztg/s320/SV400478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171826499464573330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students loved "flying" the airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YE0byJsbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Rny9Sz0qgJc/s1600-h/SV400498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YE0byJsbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Rny9Sz0qgJc/s320/SV400498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171826520939409842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got to participate in a paper airplane&lt;br /&gt;contest.  They learned about balance and stability&lt;br /&gt;in the process.  The kids really had fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YEzryJsaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7Nevx-FOJ5U/s1600-h/SV400483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YEzryJsaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7Nevx-FOJ5U/s320/SV400483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171826508054507938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4 that came from my class.  They were a fun&lt;br /&gt;group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YFFLyJscI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PRnVgTQ-Au8/s1600-h/SV400482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YFFLyJscI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PRnVgTQ-Au8/s320/SV400482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171826808702218690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to eat at McDonalds.  They are in love&lt;br /&gt;with it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was an awesome day!  My supervisors from BYU came for a visit and watched one of my lessons today.  The lesson went unbelievable well, so they thought I was pretty amazing...or something like that. hehe.  I am lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Dad is coming out so I am excited for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-4806734294620016996?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/4806734294620016996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=4806734294620016996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4806734294620016996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4806734294620016996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/02/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip!!!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R8YEgryJsYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aPAaP4SH1Rk/s72-c/SV400463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-5481246167969364161</id><published>2008-02-25T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:48:35.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments to laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay we always have funny stories to tell, so I thought I would share some of the hilarious things that naturally arise when working with kids on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was playing connect 4 with one of my students during recess.  He made me laugh so hard when he was getting all into the game and said to me, "Girl, I know where your going.  I got you, you can't get me.  I see your plan."  Oh man I wish you could here it the way he said it.  First of all, he called me "girl" and second of all I beat him every time when I was trying to lose.  It was so funny to me I seriously was almost on the floor laughing, which of course encouraged him to continue.  :)  He is so stinking cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day another elementary teacher here told one of her students, Aliya, she needed to be good for the last 20 minutes of school in order to recieve her treat.  Aliya calmly replied, "Miss Mecham you know I can't be good for 20 whole minutes, I get fussy."  She is in 4th grade.  Fussy?  2 year olds get fussy.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another teacher was talking to one of her 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; graders and they got on the subject of getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their conversation went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Miss Buttars are you married?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I know how it’s gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are going to be workin on some papers and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will ax him for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then he will ax you on a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the date he will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kiss you                 on the cheek, or maybe on the lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then by the second date he will say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Buttars                 marry me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“He will say Miss Buttars?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Well no, he will say Traci and then you will get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But Miss Buttars when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                you get married you have to, you know…use protection.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“What?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You know protection…do you need me to say the word?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know what you are talking about.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“ My Aunt is always telling me you must use protection or you WILL have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                    baby.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sure I didn’t know what “protection” was in 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The funny things they know here are always a surprise to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They try to act like they are much older than they are, but actually act immature for their age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it makes for funny experiences like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-5481246167969364161?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/5481246167969364161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=5481246167969364161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/5481246167969364161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/5481246167969364161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/02/moments-to-laugh.html' title='Moments to laugh'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-1645351207186759623</id><published>2008-02-16T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:48:55.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focusing  on the small victories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week was pretty good.  A mix of good and bad days, but more good.  I finally have the hang of things and I know my kids pretty well.  They all respond differently to management, so I have learned what works and doesn't work for each student.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My toughest student has been responding really well to me lately and he has even participated in a lot of my lessons!  The other day he finished 2 whole assignments and took a test; I couldn't believe it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subtraction with regrouping (when you have to borrow) is really tough for the students.  So last week and this week I really worked on it with them.  They still need to work on it, but they are getting better.  A few of the higher students who can subtract have been working on multiplication too.  For some reason they all really love multiplication, so they have been excited about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday the students took a spelling test and everyone but 3 students got 100%!  When I came only one student got every word correct!  Nice!  Their spelling is atrocious, so they really need to work on it.  I was happy to see so many succeed and I could see that they were proud of themselves as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weather is pretty nice here most of the time.  It never snows, but rains occasionally.  The wind chill is what really gets to you. It is piercing.  However, most days it is in the 40's making it feel like a spring day when the sun is shinning and the wind isn't blowing.  We have been lucky with good weather on the weekends which makes it possible to explore a little more.  Last weekend we went to the Air and Space museum and this weekend we are planning to go to the Museum of Natural History; after watching Night at the Museum of course. :)  I am really excited, because we are planning to take a few students on field trips and one will be at the Air and Space museum and another at the Museum of Natural History.  My students rarely leave their neighborhood, so I think it will be very beneficial to them.  It is so sad that they live 4 blocks away from all of the museums and yet very few have gone to a single one.  I can't wait to take them!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I have heard it has been like Alaska there in Utah, so sorry about that.  I strangely miss the snow, but I am sure being there for a week would cure that. Well I miss you guys and I hope all is well!  Hugs and Kisses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a special kiss to the little man who warmed so many hearts:  Jacob Travis Meyerson.  You are loved and missed by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-1645351207186759623?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/1645351207186759623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=1645351207186759623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/1645351207186759623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/1645351207186759623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/02/focusing-on-small-victories.html' title='Focusing  on the small victories!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-4157805560939776974</id><published>2008-02-07T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:48:57.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh my gosh" (say it with attitude)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Today marks one month teaching here in DC!  I really can't believe it has been a whole month.  It went by so slow at first and sometimes it still does, but when I think it has been a month already it seems faster.  I am definitely getting attached to my students out here.  They can all be very sweet at times and they just love attention.  They all hug me like 5 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was not so great.  My teacher didn't show up to school and so I was alone all day.  The kids are a lot harder to manage when she is gone.  They really try to test me.  I actually felt more in control then I have before, but it was still really tough.  For 45 minutes after lunch I was trying to get the kids to sit in their seats quietly for a few minutes to calm down. 45 minutes!  Plus, my supervisor came to observe and so that made me feel more stressed.  The worst part of the day was when my hardest student tried to tackle me and finally hit me in order to get into the classroom.  When he came back from recess I could tell he was too hyper and needed to go somewhere else.  Plus I was told he wouldn't even be in class, but he ended up in class about 1/2 of the day.  Anyways, when he came back from lunch I asked him to go talk to the councilor.  However, he didn't want to go.  I told him he could not come into the classroom until he went to see the councilor and this is when the shoving and hitting started.  It wasn't hard or anything, but I had to call security to come get him.  Good times.  The worst thing about that is that it gets all the other kids more hyper.  So, it was a tough day, but the good news is I made it through!  I am learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a good weekend! Oh... in reference to my title...my kids say that like 3 times a day each when they don't want to do something.  Arg!!!  The attitude kills me! Gotta love them though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-4157805560939776974?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/4157805560939776974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=4157805560939776974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4157805560939776974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4157805560939776974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-gosh-say-it-with-attitude.html' title='&quot;Oh my gosh&quot; (say it with attitude)'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-9140190252797368146</id><published>2008-02-03T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:26:19.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally took some pictures of my kids so here you go!&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know...you can click&lt;br /&gt;on the picture to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xhj9wk46I/AAAAAAAAAFk/uz91eaNFrGY/s1600-h/IMG_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xhj9wk46I/AAAAAAAAAFk/uz91eaNFrGY/s320/IMG_2147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162780555840119714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah they seem like such angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xhkdwk47I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CZJBDbj9dRE/s1600-h/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xhkdwk47I/AAAAAAAAAFs/CZJBDbj9dRE/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162780564430054322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that girls smile just make you want to&lt;br /&gt;hug her?  She is so cute, but she is very chatty&lt;br /&gt;and can have some serious attitude. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6XhlNwk48I/AAAAAAAAAF0/DVBuSPmpqEc/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6XhlNwk48I/AAAAAAAAAF0/DVBuSPmpqEc/s320/IMG_2149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162780577314956226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xg4twk43I/AAAAAAAAAFM/sO0ZaqMRCmY/s1600-h/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xg4twk43I/AAAAAAAAAFM/sO0ZaqMRCmY/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162779812810777458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xg5dwk45I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GVyFjFMyNwY/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xg5dwk45I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GVyFjFMyNwY/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162779825695679378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6XgZtwk40I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_9pwy5k2r9M/s1600-h/IMG_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6XgZtwk40I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_9pwy5k2r9M/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162779280234832706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can have the most attitude of anyone I have&lt;br /&gt;ever met.  She tests me, but I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xhytwk49I/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Z5UJlWfTl0/s1600-h/IMG_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xhytwk49I/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Z5UJlWfTl0/s320/IMG_2152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162780809243190226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6XgaNwk41I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XLhQEdaLQeo/s1600-h/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6XgaNwk41I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XLhQEdaLQeo/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162779288824767314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were showing me their pictures they drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xga9wk42I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LZkP596rdzQ/s1600-h/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xga9wk42I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LZkP596rdzQ/s320/IMG_2139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162779301709669218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy it the back sits by himself right next&lt;br /&gt;to my mentor teacher.  He is a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week finished off with a bang!  My supervisor came on Thursday to do her first formal observation and it went really well.  The kids did a really good job and the lesson ran smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel sick Thursday afternoon and it got worse by Friday.  I have been relaxing for the most part this weekend, but I still don't feel great.  Teaching is much more difficult when you don't feel very good.  Hopefully I will get better quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video. We were having a&lt;br /&gt;party, because they had behaved so well.  They&lt;br /&gt;were showing me their dance they learned in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=4ec31833b48887c94bad24" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=4ec31833b48887c94bad24&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=4ec31833b48887c94bad24&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/4ec31833b48887c94bad24/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-9140190252797368146?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/9140190252797368146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=9140190252797368146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/9140190252797368146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/9140190252797368146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R6Xhj9wk46I/AAAAAAAAAFk/uz91eaNFrGY/s72-c/IMG_2147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-8986907869655097445</id><published>2008-01-28T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:29:48.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News: Lost my wallet on the metro.  Good news: There are good people in the world.  Better news:  I can totally teach these kids!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yes somehow I managed to lose my wallet on the metro Friday night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was coming home from the temple and when I went to exit the metro I couldn’t find my wallet. However, a woman found it and returned it, untouched, to the metro lost and found.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel so lucky!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The DC temple is gorgeous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I would have taken a picture, but it was a really neat experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that the only other time I have been to a temple outside of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; was when I was like 12.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, it was a different experience out here in DC.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had to get a time slot and then we were treated like princesses, because we were the only ones there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, today was amazing!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was my first day teaching the entire day by myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I planned every second of the whole day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was very nervous and I was sure that I had forgotten something important.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But from the moment the students walked into the classroom I was determined to make it a good day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided I was going to really try and not yell at them and I was going to keep them engaged and learning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to be sure to give out a lot of compliments and positive reinforcement and it worked like at charm!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids were the best they have ever been; even my teacher couldn’t believe it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They followed instructions, sat quietly on the carpet (mostly…kids will be kids), participated, and were genuinely trying their best.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The entire atmosphere of the classroom changed; it was an unbelievable feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really just solidified my belief that keeping students engaged, showing them you care, and giving them positive reinforcement really works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t even describe to you how good it felt to see my students working hard and trying their best. There are just no words…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am exhausted and most of the time I am sure I won’t have enough time for everything I need to do, yet at the end of the day I feel like I a million bucks. Because I know that at least I helped one student become a little better or learn a little bit more, even if it was that they just realized that someone cared about them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoa there is no better profession for me!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And don’t worry…I am not getting my hopes up too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t expect everyday to be so wonderful, but you must savor these days as a teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a few funny stories:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. The other day we were waiting for the metro later at night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the other platform a train came to a stop, but it was not for passengers and the lights were completely turned off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then on the last car of the train the doors opened and a metro officer came out with a SHOTGUN, or at least that is what it looked like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She just stood there until the train left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all were sure she was just going to open fire on us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was quite hysterical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;2.&lt;/o:p&gt;This is one of the stories to show how annoying it can be not to have a car…So, one of my roommates organized a ride to church with some guys in our apartment complex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jodi and I were running a few minutes behind, as usual, so we told the rest of the apartment to go and we would catch up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They told us to go to the boys apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we got there no one answered the door, so we went to the lobby hoping they would be there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We waited at the lobby trying to get a hold of people, but we couldn’t get a hold of anyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally at 12:50 we gave up and went back to our apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Turns out we just didn’t knock hard enough, because the boys were just waiting for us at their apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Missing church, because we didn’t have a way to get there was a new experience. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In other news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend we went to the Holocaust museum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very moving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was emotionally draining and I don’t plan on going again anytime soon, but it is a very neat experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-8986907869655097445?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/8986907869655097445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=8986907869655097445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/8986907869655097445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/8986907869655097445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-news-lost-my-wallet-on-metro-good.html' title='Bad News: Lost my wallet on the metro.  Good news: There are good people in the world.  Better news:  I can totally teach these kids!!!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-4671690567919268442</id><published>2008-01-22T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:26:19.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another week has come and gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I seriously feel like I have been here for a whole lot longer than 2 ½ weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This past week went pretty well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a few bad days in the beginning of the week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My teacher had to go to a workshop Tuesday morning, so I was all by myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That isn’t supposed to happen, but it has happened to half of us already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems subs are hard to get around here, or the school just doesn’t want to get one. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, the kids are 10 times more out of control when the teacher is gone, so that wasn’t the easiest day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I did make it through!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The end of the week went a lot better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I implemented a rewards system in which the students get a sticker at the end of the day if they receive enough “smile faces”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has worked for a lot of the kids, so that is great!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also really started teaching a lot on Thursday and Friday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I planned math and some writing stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the kids are engaged they really respond better, so that was good to see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even had them in groups and they weren’t killing each other!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited to continue with math and writing while taking on more subjects throughout the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will probably be teaching all day next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend was a 3-day weekend, so that was really nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mostly we just worked on planning and stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have what is called a teacher work sample (TWS) that decides if we pass/fail student teaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You must plan a unit, teach it, have an assessment, and then reflect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is pretty intense and we all just want to get it done, so then we can relax a little more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did get a chance to go up the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Monument&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The views are awesome!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You will probably need to check out Jodi’s blog for pictures of the view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And a new week already begins…ah the adventures that lie ahead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R5ak1Nwk4vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j3nxyVHlH3Y/s1600-h/dc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R5ak1Nwk4vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j3nxyVHlH3Y/s320/dc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158491657332908786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the group that went up the monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R5ak1dwk4wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8t3hE7zVy-Q/s1600-h/dc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R5ak1dwk4wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8t3hE7zVy-Q/s320/dc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158491661627876098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-4671690567919268442?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/4671690567919268442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=4671690567919268442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4671690567919268442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4671690567919268442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-crazy-life.html' title='My crazy life'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R5ak1Nwk4vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j3nxyVHlH3Y/s72-c/dc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-6107546455217009239</id><published>2008-01-13T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:26:21.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            I made it through the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a week full of all kinds of adventures and new experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think everyone in our apartment has had their eyes opened to a whole new way of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a lot of fun to share our experiences with each other, along with our concerns and fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyday we come home from school with funny stories to tell…and if they aren’t so funny we laugh nervously anyway and remind each other what an unbelievably hilarious situation we have found ourselves in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love having roommates that are teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite all of the crazy things that happen that are hard to handle like the constant yelling, the lectures to 8 year olds on how they aren’t trying hard enough and they are lazy, the parents who come in and spank their kids during school because they didn’t finish their homework, or the endless worksheets that seem pointless, there are still some really awesome moments throughout the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I pulled each student out of class Thursday to have them read for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a pile of books with different levels and many of the students were hoping they were going to get to read the whole stack of books to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They love to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lot of them are reading on a very low level, but it is great to see their enthusiasm and desire to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day I also had a few students beg me to eat lunch with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh the joys of being a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can tell these kids really do want to behave and they want to learn, but they just aren’t quite sure how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am excited to get to know them more, especially the most difficult ones, and watch how they progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend we explored DC a little bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went around to some of the monuments which were really neat for me because I had never been to any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so excited that I will have many more opportunities to go visit the different monuments and sites that are around this area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is nice to not be visiting, but living here, because then I can take my time and I don’t have to feel too overwhelmed with too many in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVR2Z6sPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iOs2Y7UJPCQ/s1600-h/Jan+2008+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVR2Z6sPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iOs2Y7UJPCQ/s320/Jan+2008+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155096857373487346" border="0" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVSWZ6sQI/AAAAAAAAADE/HU8j3CAeL40/s1600-h/Jan+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVSWZ6sQI/AAAAAAAAADE/HU8j3CAeL40/s320/Jan+2008+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155096865963421954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                                                   We were walking on the path toward heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                                                    and i am pretty sure people were staring. :) It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                                                    is a seriously tall monument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qTOWZ6sLI/AAAAAAAAACc/YNs4VI8NBDY/s1600-h/100_0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qTOWZ6sLI/AAAAAAAAACc/YNs4VI8NBDY/s320/100_0915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155094598220689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;            The Lincoln memorial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qTQGZ6sNI/AAAAAAAAACs/7nKP1M6Imdc/s1600-h/100_0920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qTQGZ6sNI/AAAAAAAAACs/7nKP1M6Imdc/s320/100_0920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155094628285460690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    The Washington Monument is in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVsmZ6sRI/AAAAAAAAADM/a7m9qkWCfYw/s1600-h/Jan+2008+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVsmZ6sRI/AAAAAAAAADM/a7m9qkWCfYw/s320/Jan+2008+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155097316934988050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What are the chances?  Anyone know if I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;related to him?  This was my favorite.  What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;an awesome way to remember those that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fought and died in the Vietnam War.  It gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me the chills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qTQmZ6sOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/t2pTnCaxfwk/s1600-h/100_0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qTQmZ6sOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/t2pTnCaxfwk/s320/100_0922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155094636875395298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah...the White House.  It turns out this was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;back, but we didn't figure that out until we got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;home and looked at the pictures.  Jodi realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it didn't look quite right and sure enough the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;front is cooler.  Another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We were also contemplating the idea of jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the fence.  How cool would that be! It was voted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;that I would be the one to get flung over the fence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;however on the off chance that I might be shot at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we decided to reconsider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVs2Z6sSI/AAAAAAAAADU/tz8y-UFVOIw/s1600-h/SV400334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVs2Z6sSI/AAAAAAAAADU/tz8y-UFVOIw/s320/SV400334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155097321229955362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This was at a museum we happened across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As teachers we tend to enjoy the hands-on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;activities available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVtGZ6sTI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ujv3sbnRl6Q/s1600-h/SV400328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVtGZ6sTI/AAAAAAAAADc/Ujv3sbnRl6Q/s320/SV400328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155097325524922674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You will be happy to know that I have cooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;more here than I have my whole life.  We take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;turns cooking once a week.  Good times.  This is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;what happens when eating out becomes more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;difficult than cooking.  I guess I will have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;learn to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVtWZ6sUI/AAAAAAAAADk/qFdaoAyHhoM/s1600-h/SV400338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVtWZ6sUI/AAAAAAAAADk/qFdaoAyHhoM/s320/SV400338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155097329819889986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVtmZ6sVI/AAAAAAAAADs/uir_9R8y1-Y/s1600-h/SV400342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVtmZ6sVI/AAAAAAAAADs/uir_9R8y1-Y/s320/SV400342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155097334114857298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVtWZ6sUI/AAAAAAAAADk/qFdaoAyHhoM/s1600-h/SV400338.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay seriously, this is one of my roommates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stefani.  She can fall asleep anywhere at anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;if she wants to.  The first time we found her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;asleep in her closet!  This second time she fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;asleep on the coach during a nice roommate chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;one night.  She was gone all night.  We did lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;her down and take her glasses off.  I wish I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;could sleep so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-6107546455217009239?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/6107546455217009239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=6107546455217009239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/6107546455217009239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/6107546455217009239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-made-it-through-week-it-has-been-week.html' title='One week down!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4qVR2Z6sPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iOs2Y7UJPCQ/s72-c/Jan+2008+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-2054123916456649236</id><published>2008-01-09T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:07:25.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd grade class!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I am half way through my first week of school!  Monday I just met my teacher and class for a second.  I also had a chance to meet my principal who seemed very nice and I really liked that his teaching philosophies matched mine.  Tuesday was my first real day to observe.  I was very surprised to say the least.  It sure is different out here.  The whole time my teacher was literally screaming at the kids all day.  I mean it made me nervous.  However, today I felt a little better as I started coming to the realization that it is part of their culture and they sometimes need it.  These kids don't usually get a lot of help at home and there isn't many social skills taught in the home either.   Therefore there is a lot more emphasis on social skills in school than in Utah.  It is a pretty tough situation.  I feel like my class of 14 is at least 30.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In my experience in Utah schools there have always been the 1 or 2 really hard kids that require a lot of attention and test your patience, but here it is like 12 kids are like that and 2 can sit sill for more than 30 seconds.  It makes it difficult to manage, thus difficult to teach. In Utah you can get the rest of the class on task and then focus on those who need extra guidance and further direction.  But when all of your kids are that way it is impossible to give them that extra help.   However, I am hopeful that I can make things a little better and I will try my best! My views on management are already beginning to change.  Tough situations like this help you understand why teaching can be so difficult and why the teachers here resort to so much yelling, but I hope to implement some preventative strategies with a lot of positive reinforcement, because they are all craving attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I taught a small group today and it felt very out of control, but my mentor teacher said she was impressed and reassured me that I seemed to have better management then her last student teacher.  Baby steps!  Despite the hardships I already foresee ahead I am very excited and ready to make a difference where I can.  Also, these kids are absolutely adorable!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you all!  Thanks for your comments and phone calls!  Mail to fun too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-2054123916456649236?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/2054123916456649236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=2054123916456649236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/2054123916456649236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/2054123916456649236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-2nd-grade-class.html' title='My 2nd grade class!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-6737436096421439098</id><published>2008-01-06T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:26:22.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting use to a new home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are my roommates, besides the blond&lt;br /&gt;girl in the front left who is married, but in our&lt;br /&gt;program.  They are a lot of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Fw_PD28xI/AAAAAAAAACM/D5kKFtCvC8c/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Fw_PD28xI/AAAAAAAAACM/D5kKFtCvC8c/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152523680365343506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment!  I will never live better again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FwvfD28wI/AAAAAAAAACE/LSojmvuPTik/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FwvfD28wI/AAAAAAAAACE/LSojmvuPTik/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152523409782403842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Fwg_D28vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vond424V9fg/s1600-h/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Fwg_D28vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vond424V9fg/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152523160674300658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FwBvD28tI/AAAAAAAAABs/CW5AO9YmqvI/s1600-h/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FwBvD28tI/AAAAAAAAABs/CW5AO9YmqvI/s320/IMG_2073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152522623803388626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FvQPD28sI/AAAAAAAAABk/3lf1GKH6t5w/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FvQPD28sI/AAAAAAAAABk/3lf1GKH6t5w/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152521773399864002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;We have been SUPER busy!  Our supervisor took us to the Library of Congress on Friday and Mt. Vernon yesterday.  It was a lot of fun and a little taste of all the stuff I have to see out here.  It is amazing all the history here and all the sites to see.  My roommates and I made a list of all the places we want to visit so we have a lot to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I miss most out here, besides the mountains because I have no sense of direction without them, is my car.  I feel so dependent on the other people to get places.  Public transportation is a little tricky to get use to.  I think in DC it is better, but in Arlington the metro doesn't have a ton of stops and the buses don't come very often.  The other day we went to Walmart and it took us 4 hours to get there, shop, and get home when the Walmart was only like 15 minutes away... that was quite the interesting experience.  I think it will be easier once I get more use to how it all works, but I sure miss just being able to jump in my car when I need to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I get to meet my mentor teacher and my class tomorrow!  I found out I am teaching 2nd grade so I am really excited about that!  It sounds like I will like my teacher, because she is retiring next year and is pretty much willing to just let me do whatever I want with the class.  I can't wait!  I have moments when my stomach gets tight and I start wondering what the heck I am getting myself into, but mostly I am excited and ready to go for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from our adventures this past weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FtVPD28nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/91kSs2kS-hE/s1600-h/IMG_2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FtVPD28nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/91kSs2kS-hE/s320/IMG_2056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152519660275954290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of Mt. Vernon.  Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Fts_D28oI/AAAAAAAAABE/lL6_iPxrkAY/s1600-h/IMG_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Fts_D28oI/AAAAAAAAABE/lL6_iPxrkAY/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152520068297847426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Ft8PD28pI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q7v-UELgUig/s1600-h/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Ft8PD28pI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q7v-UELgUig/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152520330290852498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of George Washington's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FuGvD28qI/AAAAAAAAABU/JhheAtyzemo/s1600-h/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FuGvD28qI/AAAAAAAAABU/JhheAtyzemo/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152520510679478946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FuNfD28rI/AAAAAAAAABc/7A2rJXnAxD0/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4FuNfD28rI/AAAAAAAAABc/7A2rJXnAxD0/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152520626643595954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-6737436096421439098?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/6737436096421439098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=6737436096421439098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/6737436096421439098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/6737436096421439098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/01/these-are-my-roommates-besides-blond.html' title='Getting use to a new home!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R4Fw_PD28xI/AAAAAAAAACM/D5kKFtCvC8c/s72-c/IMG_2066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-4826575868317664794</id><published>2008-01-03T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:15:29.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it!!!</title><content type='html'>We are finally in DC, well technically Virgina.  The plane ride was good.  Dad you were right...we had a stop in Denver, but we just stayed on the plane so it didn't take long.  We had to wait for a little while to get a shuttle, but it wasn't too bad.  We actually got to our apartment in like an hour and 15 mintues and we had to drop someone else off before us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our apartment is amazing!!!  It is huge and it makes me feel like some snotty rich girl.  :)  I will try to take pictures and post them soon, because you have to see it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a really nice neighborhood and I feel safe.  We went to Costco tonight to get some essentials and that was quite the adventure.  We took a suitcase to bring all the stuff back with us it was hilarious.  I am so excited for all the adventures to come. I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-4826575868317664794?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/4826575868317664794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=4826575868317664794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4826575868317664794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4826575868317664794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!!!'/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-2775220378884759570</id><published>2007-12-27T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:19:47.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alright!  This is my blogspot so everyone can feel a little better that I am leaving.  Just keep in mind I will only be gone for 3 months and then I will be back!  But you can check up on me here as often as you'd like!  Whoa!  Here I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-2775220378884759570?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/2775220378884759570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=2775220378884759570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/2775220378884759570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/2775220378884759570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2007/12/alright-this-is-my-blogspot-so-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685110601370667663.post-4234996689912896274</id><published>2007-12-27T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:26:22.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;This is where I will be living!&lt;br /&gt;One week baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R3RBw_D28iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mqUAQ3eYf00/s1600-h/Apartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R3RBw_D28iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mqUAQ3eYf00/s320/Apartment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148812583808463394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R3RB1_D28jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NyesCgZH1mY/s1600-h/lobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R3RB1_D28jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NyesCgZH1mY/s320/lobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148812669707809330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2685110601370667663-4234996689912896274?l=misscollett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/feeds/4234996689912896274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2685110601370667663&amp;postID=4234996689912896274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4234996689912896274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2685110601370667663/posts/default/4234996689912896274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscollett.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-where-i-will-be-living-one-week_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica &amp;amp; Bryant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06404272207367193728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_022SQDVoWoY/R3RBw_D28iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mqUAQ3eYf00/s72-c/Apartment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
