Salvete,
We haven't had Anime Club in a few weeks due to the wedding. I thought I missed it.
I didn't.
The kids have gotten the bright idea to do something besides watch anime. And so. We are having a brainstorming session. (Game-show voice...commence!) What other ideas can we come up with besides watching anime? Let's find out!
1. "Let's do something like Anime Idol except not singing!"
2. "Let's play games!" "That's too general!"
a. Anime Chess
b. Anime Clue
c. Anime Dancing
d. Anime Theater Endeavor
3. Anime picture of the week!
4. Anime's Best Dance Crew
5. Anime's Got Talent
6. Magicians
7. David Hasselhoff
8. Pokemon battle using action figures or cards
9. Summer meetings (kaiboshed immediately)
10. Anime Club Twitter
11. Yahoo Group
12. Anime potluck
13. Art contests (already were doing but stopped happening)
It sort of degenerated into meaninglessness in the middle, but our officers brought it back. Here is how they did it.
1. Singing random snippits of songs (this was often)
2. Rick rolling
3. Kitty dancy thing
4. Chicken dance (current moment)
5. "OY!"
6. Grapevine
7. Reading "Biff, Willy, Linda, Happy" off of the Death of a Salesman poster at the back of the room
8. Weirdo noises which turned out to be big words said really quickly
What joy is mine. One of the students has a staticky verson of "Smooth Criminal" as performed by Alien Ant Farm blasting on her cell phone. They've all congregated at the front of the room to write their names on an Anime Club Contact List. I'm done giving you a play-by-play, because I can't keep up with the chaos. I may have to find something to do outside of the room while they finish the meeting.
At least they bring candy ever week.
Valete,
Magistra.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Hamburgers at Bicyclers
Salvete...
I just have to remind myself that I'm working with teenagers. Here is a story, told to me by a friend, about an experience with teenagers she had in college. That makes it sound like I was told this recently. She actually told it to me like three days after it happened, and that was about two years ago. Considering the length of time since I heard the story, forgive any inaccuracies.
Anyway, without further ado...
Once upon a time, L was riding her bike to campus. A car, containing two or so teenagers, drove by her. All of a sudden, L was struck by a hamburger. Yes. A hamburger. Ketchup, Mustard, and All.
L, now dirtied with such accoutrements of fast food as are appropriate to being hit with a hamburger by a passing vehicle, filled with rage. However, unable to do anything, continued riding her bike to campus. Behind her, she hears a car. Yes. You guessed it. The same car. Equipped with another hamburger.
Struck again, L filled with rage. The car in question reached the end of the block (a busy intersection) and had to stop sooner than the driver could have hoped. L was able to catch the vehicle, and approached the window. She told the teenager, through the window, that she was going to call the cops. She went to the back of the car, wrote down the license plate, and went on her way.
Those people in the car are the people I work with every day. Here's to you, L.
Valete,
Magistra
I just have to remind myself that I'm working with teenagers. Here is a story, told to me by a friend, about an experience with teenagers she had in college. That makes it sound like I was told this recently. She actually told it to me like three days after it happened, and that was about two years ago. Considering the length of time since I heard the story, forgive any inaccuracies.
Anyway, without further ado...
Once upon a time, L was riding her bike to campus. A car, containing two or so teenagers, drove by her. All of a sudden, L was struck by a hamburger. Yes. A hamburger. Ketchup, Mustard, and All.
L, now dirtied with such accoutrements of fast food as are appropriate to being hit with a hamburger by a passing vehicle, filled with rage. However, unable to do anything, continued riding her bike to campus. Behind her, she hears a car. Yes. You guessed it. The same car. Equipped with another hamburger.
Struck again, L filled with rage. The car in question reached the end of the block (a busy intersection) and had to stop sooner than the driver could have hoped. L was able to catch the vehicle, and approached the window. She told the teenager, through the window, that she was going to call the cops. She went to the back of the car, wrote down the license plate, and went on her way.
Those people in the car are the people I work with every day. Here's to you, L.
Valete,
Magistra
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