Alumni Christmas Visits

Yesterday, I really felt like I have been at Timberlane for awhile when I had a student come back from college and visit me. She is someone that I counseled a lot with her issues of low self esteem, depression, suicide, dilemmas over sexual orientation, body image. You name it she went through it. It was a good feeling to know that there were kids out there that wanted to come back and visit me. It's ironic that a few weeks ago a girl came and visited me that I never in a million years would have seen coming back through the doors of Timberlane. She was a mess in high school and was removed and sent somewhere else because of her behavior. She came back and said she missed Timberlane and has to do some things over at a small community college but wants to go to a 4 year college as well. This was a shocker to me! Someone who hated school and was all about the boys. It's amazing what kids take from you or a school and come back with later that as a teacher I was not even aware of.

BINGO Shenanigans

To review for out nutrition test this week, we played a revised game of BINGO called NUTRO. A kid asked me, "Ms. Strey how many do we have to get in a row?"

Really? I had to double check the kid to see if he was being serious but sadly he was. My response, "All of them. All the squares across, diagonal or up and down." Ey yi yi

Butter Fingers--The Skippy Thief

This week during our nutrition unit I like to bring in visuals of food and we discuss different label information to get some hands on experience. I had two jars of peanut butter to compare the trans fat in the two. My other health colleagues use my materials regularly and I knew Mark was going to borrow the jars for his class. Later in the day, he tells me that the Skippy jar of peanut butter was stolen! I had gotten the jar full of peanut butter from Mim (another teacher in my dept) because her husband accidentally bought crunchy and she didn't like it. So I took it and kept it at school to use. I never ate any out of it and it was almost a full jar.

Mark told me that he thought he knew who took it (some literally crazy kid he has). He caught the culprit and the kid admitted to it. He wrote a letter of apology to me that included quotes such as, " I'm sorry I took your penut butter. (yes his spelling) It just looked so good I couldn't resist! ummm..."

The assistant principle spoke to him and I am still waiting for him to render payment for the jar of peanut butter. Lesson learned--DON'T BRING IN REAL DEMOS FOR FOOD MODELS