Thursday, November 15, 2007

The Classics

Things certainly are different than when I was a kid. Cursive writing is taking a back seat to word processing and power point presentations. The kids have mp3 players instead of skipping ropes and Indian Rubber balls. We worry about our kids becoming less active so the government steps in to mandate 20 minutes of Quality Daily Physical Activity (QDPA) and educators learn about Differentiated Instruction - a way of giving students variety in how they will be taught and assessed, in order to appeal to different learning styles , because we all learn differently...don't cha know?
Sure we're going to keep Standardized Testing (EQAO) how else will we hold the educators and administrators accountable?
Okay rant aside....my point is that no matter how much the curriculum changes and the world evolves you can count on one constant: kids will always be the same. I don't mean they're carbon copies of each other. I mean as children grow and mature they will find the same things funny, shocking and play the same practical jokes throughout the ages. Kids still make "cootie catchers" also known as "fortune tellers" south of the border with phrases such as "you will marry (insert name of most repulsive school mate here)" and "you smell like poo".
Oh yes, poo still makes them giggle insanely, in fact any reference to the deuce chute region will leave them spent, breathless and red in the face from laughter so intense you're certain they've ruptured something
People often say how they weep for the future...sure some kids are going down the wrong path but I'm here to tell you that at least a few of my students still think saying the word "damn" is grounds for having your mouth washed out with soap, or at least a quick trip to the principals office. Though so many of them view themselves as having seen it all, I don't doubt they've seen alot but I always need to remind myself that they are still so young.
The other day a few of my students came to me with a copy of a well used dictionary that was in my classroom.




They told me that it said something bad and they thought they should show it to me. On the first page of this dictionary some one has written in pen turn to page 201. Yeah, it's a trap but how can you resist?
I first thought...okay this is going to be the page that has the word penis or breast on it. Maybe even prick.
Sadly, I was wrong.







There boldly emblazoned in permanent ink is a textual bitch slap for all who dare to heed the enticement on the first page of this hallowed volume.
Pictured below is page 201.



After thanking them for bringing me the book I told my girls that I would dispose of the book in an appropriate manner. They seemed to want more than that but that's all I could offer at the time. I couldn't find the original culprit. They were long gone. They could be a well respected dignitary or public figure by now. There would be no forensic testing but I assured them they did the right thing by bringing this desecration to my attention. I'm glad they were so responsible and did the right thing. They are what gives me faith to keep on keepin' on. However, I can't bring myself to dispose of this dictionary. This dictionary has been through alot. Despite the fact that it's binding has torn away from its spine it otherwise remains virtually intact. It has served its public well, providing definitions for generations of students. It's a relic from another time and it deserves some respect.
So it has now taken a place of honour in my private joke repertoire. If someone's really chapping my ass that's a definite "201"!
So put that in your backpack!
B-spot on the Northern Slide!

6 comments:

Christine Ott said...

Bra! 201 rules! While I was growing up, NJ had two area codes: 201 and 609. I grew up in 201 (I believe Bald Fat and Angry's Mr. Clean did, as well). I remember in college getting asked if I was from 609 or 201. I was proud to rep 201!

Anyway, the freakin' population exploded here, and now we have 908, 732, 856, and probably a few others, in addition to the fine traditions of 609 and 201. I am sad that my hometown is no longer located in 201.

But it ain't so bad living in 609 these days. Years ago, I would have said it was inferior to 201. Now, at least it's one of the originals, and it's 201 to be in 609!

C-Note
reppin' the 609, the 201, and whatever else I feel like.

Brendage said...

I be representin' the 705 so 201 that Jersey girl! Sadly the 705 area code is smattered throughout Ontario...which is a total 201!
Word Up
Patch Pie!

Mistër Cleän said...

I do recall the days of da 201. 201 knew how to keep it REAL, from High Point all the way down to Seaside Park. Then it became 908. Then 732. How in the hell are ya supposed to rep da 732? That shit be wack.

Now I'm 609 'til death, dawggies, cuz ain't no WAY T-Town is gonna ever change to 234, 345, or some such other corny shit... unless Princeton puts up a stink when 609 fills up again; then we'll fold faster than Superman on laundry day.

Mistër Cleän said...

Also, if Nova Scotia ever has to split area codes, I think the part of the Halifax region that contains Sunnyvale Trailer Park should change to 420.

Now THAT would be Keepin' it Real.

G Spot said...

That looks like my dictionary. GIVE IT THE FUCK BACK! Or turn to page 201 twice! G Spot on the downhigh!

Christine Ott said...

G-Spot, I thought you said you did that in the bible, and that's why you got kicked out of school?