My First Art Show

was actually a success. here are some pics of Wendy's and Zach's work.

I'm all over it

Check it out. I am a curator in an art walk. What does this mean? It means I get to: pretend I can make fliers, boss around artists much more talented than myself, be super stressed-out, and get really excited.

Master Lib

So because of a lack of planning on my part, my students' activity for today's class was writing mad libs. They came out pretty well, although they all used various forms of the word poo a bit more than I would have liked (this is what happens when you forget to be extremely specific in your direction-giving to third graders). Anyway, I just combined my lib with Dave's (Dave is my intern--yes I have an intern), and my student Estephany's in order to create the Master Lib. Here is the result:

The Day My Hair Grew 10 Inches

One kind-of sunny day, I was walking to Sanchez School. I felt really happy. Suddenly, an alien appeared in front of me. It had fat ears. I jumped back, and then I gave him a hug. Then my pet manatee, Blubber, appeared and started talking to me. “Why did you hug that alien,” he asked. “Because he is ugly and smelly,” I said. I felt weird about the whole situation. After talking, the alien, Blubber and I decided to go get ice cream. However, when we got to the parlour, the only flavors they had were Toasted Dandruff, Broccoli, and Worm-slug. We chose Broccoli. It tasted like gross toenails! As we were walking out of the ice cream parlour, we met Hannah Montana, and then I found one million dollars. We bought a crew of tiny pirates with the money. After that, the alien said it was getting late, and he needed to go home for dinner, so we all said goodbye.