Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Do we think the (high school) kids will feel talked down to, or will they appreciate having manipulatives?
I just had a longish office cooler conversation with a co-worker on this subject the other day. We were talking about video tutorials for computer programs and how damned boring they are. They don't have to be. But somehow our society equates "mature" with "mind-numbingly sober". I remember how disappointed I was in 7th grade that no one played kickball anymore because that was "kid's stuff". I think Americans would be in far better shape if adults had playgrounds too.
People have different learning styles so not everyone will be into manipulatives. But a lot of people will, especially when it comes to something as abstract as many people find math to be. Hell, I wish we'd had more practical math classes. For instance, taking numerous field trips with surveyors to find out how trigonometry is used in the field. Balancing checkbooks, figuring out percentages for loans, etc. But somehow people think of that as a "dummy" way to teach math.
So good on you for having the idea of bringing something kinesthetic into class.
Manipulatives are becoming a pretty big thing, and they seem like a natural bet for geometry. I just hope they don't mind my shoddy hand-made construction paper manipulatives. But I'm feeling okay about it, actually. Just really nervous about taking over and stuff.
You're going to be fabulous, Emily.
Announcement: This morning Hec, with no prompting from me AT ALL, just up and totally reorganized and cleaned the entire living room, kitchen, and bits of the bedroom, and also went through the entire fridge and removed all its either decaying or reanimated inhabitants. And by removed, I mean not just "dumped in the kitchen trash can," but "took all the way out to the building trash can safely two floors away where the stench cannot reach us." Now he and Emmett are off wandering downtown, and I have the whole (clean! so clean!) apartment to myself for at least another hour.
Analysis: Best. Motherfucking. Husband. In. The. History. Of. Anything. EVAR.
JZ, how very, very nice! Lucky you!
Oh, JZ, do you have a sec to jump on IM? If not, no biggy...I'll just e-mail you.
I just had a lovely dinner with my friend, J. Now I'm all full and sleepy. I think I may go to bed soon.
Trapped in the Closet Under the Stairs - yes, it's a Harry Potter parody of the... brilliant? psychotic?... R. Kelly music videos.
Great, JZ, but a bit UnHecly, am I right?
Not being a good husband, but throwing stuff out?
Hec's trying to avoid a deadline or he's got something on his conscience.(/Pembleton)
Hec's trying to avoid a deadline or he's got something on his conscience.
More like he's looking for the remote and once he got started lifting up piles of stuff he went into spring cleaning mode by accident.
I don't get the urge often, but when I do, I tend to do a whole top to bottom clean and re-org.
Go, Hec! You get many good husband points for that.
There must be something in the air today, because I got a good amount of cleaning and reorganizing done today too. Dave was very impressed when he showed up.
Oh, yeah, while I was channelling God's detective, I read the remote story.
Still makes the chain-yanking between us like 35-620 or something.
Too bad I'm not Frank. He could find that remote.
"What if it's the next one? Don't you know anything?"