We know where we're going, but we don't know where we've been,
Dan
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Bug
I was sitting on a monitor the other day when a huge weird bug landed on my shoulder. It had large emerald green eyes and a conical body covered in yellow fuzz. It stayed there long enough for me to take out my camera, turn it on, switch it to the macro setting and turn it off again. I accidentally hit the on/off button instead of the "take a picture" button. I turned it on again, and then just as I was about to take the picture, it flew away. This is what I got instead.
We know where we're going, but we don't know where we've been,
Dan
We know where we're going, but we don't know where we've been,
Dan
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Paleo Survey
A paleontological survey is required for any new construction of roads, well pads, or pipelines. So that's what I do. To do a paleo survey you need a 4WD vehicle. The gas fields are about an hour from Vernal but often you drive two to get to the site for a survey. You keep track of time and miles driven for each job and have to take notes and pictures. You take notes on the legal description (where the project is located and where it goes and stuff), notes on the geology (what rocks and stuff are there), and notes on the paleontology (what fossils are there). The pictures are taken to prove that you were there. First you take a picture of the beginning of the access road.
Then you take a picture of the pipeline tie-in.
Then you take a picture where the access road enters the well pad.
You take a pictures of any fossils you might find. If it's not on Indian reservation land, you can collect anything that might be significant. It will end up in a museum, most likely BYU's Earth Science Museum. 
Finally, you take a picture of the center stake and sign it as further evidence that you were there so you can move onto the next thing.
This is the most basic and common thing I do for work besides monitor construction which is another story. A much longer, more boring, and dangerous one.
He kicked my caboose every which way but loose,
Dan
Then you take a picture of the pipeline tie-in.
Then you take a picture where the access road enters the well pad.
You take a pictures of any fossils you might find. If it's not on Indian reservation land, you can collect anything that might be significant. It will end up in a museum, most likely BYU's Earth Science Museum. 
Finally, you take a picture of the center stake and sign it as further evidence that you were there so you can move onto the next thing.
This is the most basic and common thing I do for work besides monitor construction which is another story. A much longer, more boring, and dangerous one.He kicked my caboose every which way but loose,
Dan
Thursday, July 31, 2008
More Flats
Well, my flat tire woes aren't over yet. Not only did Faith get a flat in the Buick last week, but I got three flats in two days this week.
It all started when I was trying to decide whether to take Argyle Canyon or Gate Canyon back to Vernal from Harmon Canyon. When I thought about taking Argyle Canyon, I got a sick feeling so I decided to take Gate Canyon. It's a good thing I listened to that sick feeling the Spirit was giving me because I got a flat in Gate Canyon. Gate Canyon has a wider and busier road than Argyle Canyon. Not only did I have room to pull over, but I was able to flag down someone to lend a hand when I had trouble. Once I got the lug nuts off, which was a feat in itself because I had to stand on the lug wrench and bounce to loosen the lug nuts (remember I'm not a featherweight so they were really torqued on), the wheel wouldn't budge. I kicked it and banged on the tire with my rock hammer and nothing happened. Anyway, I flagged down an oil field service guy in a pickup and he had a huge rubber mallet. He wailed on the wheel with that thing for about a minute before it started to budge. If I had taken Argyle Canyon, I most likely would have been out of luck in the roadside assistance department. So he helped me finish changing the tire and I was on my way.
Ever since my flat experiences in Wyoming, I've kept two spare tires in my truck just in case so the next day, I decided that I would be safe with just one spare because I didn't have time to get the first flat fixed before I had to return to the field. Turns out the hole in that one was too big to be fixed anyway. So I head out to do some surveys with a co-worker and when we get back into the truck at around 2pm, I notice that my spare (the one I put on the day before) was totally flat. The sidewall had cracked and let all the air out so I knew that one was a goner too. No problem, I still had one more spare left. So I got that sucker on in record time and we were off.
We had one more well pad to survey and then we headed back to Vernal. Again, we had to make a choice. We could have taken Seep Ridge or Glen Bench. We decided to take Seep Ridge because we were closer to pavement that way and had no spares. So as we're driving down Seep Ridge (on pavement) we heard a series of three terrible noises. After each one, we get out and check what's going on.
Terrible Noise #1: The tread on one of my tires begins to split and tear off. We resume course and drive a little slower.
Terrible Noise #2: All of the tread on said tire is stripped off and we're driving on baldness. Since we have no spare, we just slow down and keep on truckin'.
Terrible Noise #3: Amazingly enough, the tread isn't the only thing that wants to come off the tire, a large piece of sidewall decides it would like to stay behind. We keep on keepin' on.
I guess I should clarify. Technically this third tire wasn't a strictly flat per sé, but it was destroyed seeing as how there was zero tread remaining. By God's good grace, we arrive safely in Vernal and go directly to Big-O where they proceed to try and rip me off. (The Vernal Big-O isn't as nice or as competent as the Spanish Fork Big-O.) I had three ruined tires and three good ones. I bought one new one to get me home. My tires need to be balanced and rotated and I need to "borrow" a couple more spares from my Dad and my alignment is out of whack, but I made it home without a spare. I've got 5 more old tires to ruin before I'll feel justified in buying a complete new set. At this rate I should be the proud owner of a new set of tires some time next week.
I believe in a thing called love,
Dan
It all started when I was trying to decide whether to take Argyle Canyon or Gate Canyon back to Vernal from Harmon Canyon. When I thought about taking Argyle Canyon, I got a sick feeling so I decided to take Gate Canyon. It's a good thing I listened to that sick feeling the Spirit was giving me because I got a flat in Gate Canyon. Gate Canyon has a wider and busier road than Argyle Canyon. Not only did I have room to pull over, but I was able to flag down someone to lend a hand when I had trouble. Once I got the lug nuts off, which was a feat in itself because I had to stand on the lug wrench and bounce to loosen the lug nuts (remember I'm not a featherweight so they were really torqued on), the wheel wouldn't budge. I kicked it and banged on the tire with my rock hammer and nothing happened. Anyway, I flagged down an oil field service guy in a pickup and he had a huge rubber mallet. He wailed on the wheel with that thing for about a minute before it started to budge. If I had taken Argyle Canyon, I most likely would have been out of luck in the roadside assistance department. So he helped me finish changing the tire and I was on my way.
Ever since my flat experiences in Wyoming, I've kept two spare tires in my truck just in case so the next day, I decided that I would be safe with just one spare because I didn't have time to get the first flat fixed before I had to return to the field. Turns out the hole in that one was too big to be fixed anyway. So I head out to do some surveys with a co-worker and when we get back into the truck at around 2pm, I notice that my spare (the one I put on the day before) was totally flat. The sidewall had cracked and let all the air out so I knew that one was a goner too. No problem, I still had one more spare left. So I got that sucker on in record time and we were off.
We had one more well pad to survey and then we headed back to Vernal. Again, we had to make a choice. We could have taken Seep Ridge or Glen Bench. We decided to take Seep Ridge because we were closer to pavement that way and had no spares. So as we're driving down Seep Ridge (on pavement) we heard a series of three terrible noises. After each one, we get out and check what's going on.Terrible Noise #1: The tread on one of my tires begins to split and tear off. We resume course and drive a little slower.
Terrible Noise #2: All of the tread on said tire is stripped off and we're driving on baldness. Since we have no spare, we just slow down and keep on truckin'.
Terrible Noise #3: Amazingly enough, the tread isn't the only thing that wants to come off the tire, a large piece of sidewall decides it would like to stay behind. We keep on keepin' on.
I guess I should clarify. Technically this third tire wasn't a strictly flat per sé, but it was destroyed seeing as how there was zero tread remaining. By God's good grace, we arrive safely in Vernal and go directly to Big-O where they proceed to try and rip me off. (The Vernal Big-O isn't as nice or as competent as the Spanish Fork Big-O.) I had three ruined tires and three good ones. I bought one new one to get me home. My tires need to be balanced and rotated and I need to "borrow" a couple more spares from my Dad and my alignment is out of whack, but I made it home without a spare. I've got 5 more old tires to ruin before I'll feel justified in buying a complete new set. At this rate I should be the proud owner of a new set of tires some time next week.
I believe in a thing called love,
Dan
Friday, July 25, 2008
Time Warp Mirror
On Tuesday, I was driving through a narrow canyon to get to a survey location when I looked into some kind of time warp mirror. I was coming around a bend when I saw a 4Runner just like mine except it was clean and the body was in very good condition. I stared at it as we passed and wished mine looked a little more like that. As we neared each other, I looked at the driver. He could have been an older version of myself with graying hair and a mustache. I'm glad I'm not that old yet. I thought, "Wow that must have been some strange time warp mirror because I saw my truck from 15 years ago and myself from 30 years in the future. Weird."
Oh lately it's so quiet,
Dan
Oh lately it's so quiet,
Dan
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Flat
I recently got four flat tires on my 4Runner in the past two weeks. First there was a nail in one tire and I got that fixed. Then about a week later, I found that I had two flats at the same time after driving on poorly maintained dirt/gravel roads for an hour. One was a mystery as to what made it go flat, but the tire was destroyed anyway so I guess it doesn't matter. The other had a nail in it an was down to about 10 psi. So I got those fixed (a story worthy of it's own post). Then a few days later as I was driving home, I heard a terrible clanking noise directly beneath me followed by the dreaded thumping noise made by a flat tire. I pulled over and started checking my tires out but they all looked fine. I heard a loud hissing noise coming from somewhere and finally I noticed a nut sticking out of my right rear tire. Well, it wasn't just a nut. It was this.
One, two, seven, eight, ten,
Dan
One, two, seven, eight, ten,Dan
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Petroglyph
I saw this petroglyph when I was doing some work on the Ute Indian Reservation.
This isn't where the music's at,
Dan
This isn't where the music's at,Dan
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Wyoming
This past week I got to monitor construction in Wyoming. You know how the Utah rectangle has a big chunk taken out of it in the north east corner of the state? Well, that's the part of Wyoming I was in. Anyway, I found two baby birds in the road as it was being built. I moved them out of the way of construction, but still felt bad because I knew they were probably going to die and there wasn't much I could do for them. 
As the day continued, I noticed a very large herd of cattle approaching. It came in two waves. A couple of cows from the first wave are in the foreground and the bulk of the second wave is in the background.
This herd had at least four bulls which made me nervous especially when one stared at me for a solid minute. But they moved on... right across the well pad under construction. 
You can't really tell, but the bulldozer and scraper are still in motion. They didn't really slow down at all for the cows... or the bulls and calves for that matter. To sum up, here's a shot of my manly vehicle with a bull to the left of it. Can't you just see the testosterone oozing out of your computer screen?
My mama said thick or thin,
Dan
As the day continued, I noticed a very large herd of cattle approaching. It came in two waves. A couple of cows from the first wave are in the foreground and the bulk of the second wave is in the background.
This herd had at least four bulls which made me nervous especially when one stared at me for a solid minute. But they moved on... right across the well pad under construction. 
You can't really tell, but the bulldozer and scraper are still in motion. They didn't really slow down at all for the cows... or the bulls and calves for that matter. To sum up, here's a shot of my manly vehicle with a bull to the left of it. Can't you just see the testosterone oozing out of your computer screen?
My mama said thick or thin,
Dan
Friday, July 04, 2008
I'm glad I bought a Toyota
I recently saw these videos on YouTube describing a vehicle similar to the ones my father and I recently purchased. I would embed them, but it's been disabled for these videos. These are the links. All together, they are about 20 minutes long so keep that in mind if you're going to watch them. It's pretty amazing what they do to this vehicle and how it stands up to some pretty serious punishment.
Top Gear: Killing a Toyota Part 1
Top Gear: Killing a Toyota Part 2 (a)
Top Gear: Killing a Toyota Part 2 (b)
The preacher said richer or poorer,
Dan
Top Gear: Killing a Toyota Part 1
Top Gear: Killing a Toyota Part 2 (a)
Top Gear: Killing a Toyota Part 2 (b)
The preacher said richer or poorer,
Dan
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Daddy's Assistant
Grace is so smart. Maybe she'll be a paleontologist like her Dad.
At least she likes video games like her Dad. You can't see it in the photo, but she was matching the cords up correctly.
We're going to Candy Mountain,
Dan
At least she likes video games like her Dad. You can't see it in the photo, but she was matching the cords up correctly.
We're going to Candy Mountain,Dan
Friday, June 20, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Truck Bed B-B-Q
Yesterday I had to go out and monitor pipeline construction at the top of a cliff where there is a high probability of finding vertebrate fossils. Due to the inherent danger of having heavy machinery at the top of a 500 ft. cliff, I had to dress like this.
This is the view from the top, a little above where the actual excavation was taking place. My 4-Runner is the little red speck in the center.
I spent the morning with a group of Mexican laborers watching a couple of track hoes move a lot of dirt and rock. We talked and had a good time. The American higher-ups show up from wherever they were a little before noon and say "Come on Paleo, it's lunch time!" So I climb back down the cliff where they've arranged all the pick-ups with the tail gates down and facing each other. (Incidentally, my 4-Runner was the only vehicle that wasn't a full size pick-up.) A few of the workers were busy grilling up some burgers and onions. They had a full on barbecue going complete with spicy Doritos and baked beans. Sorry I didn't get any photos of it. Life in the oil fields is great.
It's a sentimental lovely day,
Dan
This is the view from the top, a little above where the actual excavation was taking place. My 4-Runner is the little red speck in the center.
I spent the morning with a group of Mexican laborers watching a couple of track hoes move a lot of dirt and rock. We talked and had a good time. The American higher-ups show up from wherever they were a little before noon and say "Come on Paleo, it's lunch time!" So I climb back down the cliff where they've arranged all the pick-ups with the tail gates down and facing each other. (Incidentally, my 4-Runner was the only vehicle that wasn't a full size pick-up.) A few of the workers were busy grilling up some burgers and onions. They had a full on barbecue going complete with spicy Doritos and baked beans. Sorry I didn't get any photos of it. Life in the oil fields is great.
It's a sentimental lovely day,
Dan
Friday, June 06, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
My Office
This is where I work.
Flower Arrangement
Paper Weight
My Cubicle
Larry and Ed
Doris
Where the horse and the antelope play,
Dan
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Irony on the Job
A conversation that may or may not have taken place while sitting in the company truck.
Scott: You know what drives me crazy about this job?
Darrin: No, what?
Scott: Well, when I'm done working, I don't want to think about fossils anymore.
Darrin: Why do you say that?
Scott: Last night, when I was eating dinner with Alvin and Theodore, all they could talk about was all the fossils they had found. And all I wanted to do was watch the hockey game. There comes a point when it's too much.
Darrin: Yeah, I know what you mean. When I'm done looking for fossils, I don't keep on thinking about fossils. I have other interests and other things to occupy my time. Fossils aren't my life.
Scott: Yeah, they don't define who I am.
Then they looked in the truck tape player and found this:
What's the soundtrack of your life?
Dan
Scott: You know what drives me crazy about this job?
Darrin: No, what?
Scott: Well, when I'm done working, I don't want to think about fossils anymore.
Darrin: Why do you say that?
Scott: Last night, when I was eating dinner with Alvin and Theodore, all they could talk about was all the fossils they had found. And all I wanted to do was watch the hockey game. There comes a point when it's too much.
Darrin: Yeah, I know what you mean. When I'm done looking for fossils, I don't keep on thinking about fossils. I have other interests and other things to occupy my time. Fossils aren't my life.
Scott: Yeah, they don't define who I am.
Then they looked in the truck tape player and found this:
What's the soundtrack of your life?
Dan
Saturday, April 12, 2008
More Notes
The F-Word
Why did you say the F-word? I thought you were my friend. None of my friends say the F-word. When I asked you about it before, you were like "I always say the F-word. F. F. F. It's not a big deal. Everybody says it. Why don't you?" I don't want to say it because then I can't go to the celestial kingdom.
Birthday Parties
I'm not inviting you to my birthday party.
That's OK, I'm not inviting you to my birthday party either.
There are gonna be a lot of people there who hate you and you hate them too.
Ya. I can only invite like 12 people and I have to invite my cousins. What kind of party are you gonna have?
It's gonna be a dance party. Mario is gonna be there. I hope he takes his shirt off again like he did in English!
Ya!!! He is so hot. Did you see his abs?
Ya!!! :-)
Too bad you can't come to my party because my older cousin Frank is gonna be there. He's so hot!
Ya!! What does he look like?
He's tall and handsome. He has dark hair and dark eyes. He's good at sports and is strong and has abs. And he's 12 years old.
I'll have to meet him some other time. You should set us up!! :-)
Ya!!! :-)
To the best of my recollection, these are accurate reproductions of real notes I found.
Through the fire and flames,
Dan
Why did you say the F-word? I thought you were my friend. None of my friends say the F-word. When I asked you about it before, you were like "I always say the F-word. F. F. F. It's not a big deal. Everybody says it. Why don't you?" I don't want to say it because then I can't go to the celestial kingdom.
Birthday Parties
I'm not inviting you to my birthday party.
That's OK, I'm not inviting you to my birthday party either.
There are gonna be a lot of people there who hate you and you hate them too.
Ya. I can only invite like 12 people and I have to invite my cousins. What kind of party are you gonna have?
It's gonna be a dance party. Mario is gonna be there. I hope he takes his shirt off again like he did in English!
Ya!!! He is so hot. Did you see his abs?
Ya!!! :-)
Too bad you can't come to my party because my older cousin Frank is gonna be there. He's so hot!
Ya!! What does he look like?
He's tall and handsome. He has dark hair and dark eyes. He's good at sports and is strong and has abs. And he's 12 years old.
I'll have to meet him some other time. You should set us up!! :-)
Ya!!! :-)
To the best of my recollection, these are accurate reproductions of real notes I found.
Through the fire and flames,
Dan
Thursday, April 03, 2008
This is 100% Real
Hey do you think he would say yes if I asked him out.
Uh ya! If he danced w/ u he would! :)
Should I then?
Heck ya!!! lol im hyper!
Me too! (o's in 'too' turned into a google-eyed smiley)
k good! lol wow that was great! He is so wierd! :) ... but entertaining!
Ya! but do I just go up and ask him?? like in English.
idk! Do what you want! sure...
cause it seems like they say no when ur friends ask right!
sometimes. My friends asked Cooper 4 me! But I didn't even know they were!
Ya but that's different ----> (arrow indicates the note continues on opposite side of paper)
idk I think I'll ask him myself
ok! HaHa! Wait. Matt Stevens? Is that who it is? sorry.
Yes is that weird?
No why would it be?
IDK Wyatt kina freaks m out! Yikes
Haha ya! Me too!!!
Is passing a note to Matt Retarded or not?!!
I had fun tracking this one down. The trick is in the timing. You have to let the note get passed enough times to become interesting otherwise it's just a strangely folded piece of paper with one line on it.
Names have not been changed to protect the innocent,
Dan
Uh ya! If he danced w/ u he would! :)
Should I then?
Heck ya!!! lol im hyper!
Me too! (o's in 'too' turned into a google-eyed smiley)
k good! lol wow that was great! He is so wierd! :) ... but entertaining!
Ya! but do I just go up and ask him?? like in English.
idk! Do what you want! sure...
cause it seems like they say no when ur friends ask right!
sometimes. My friends asked Cooper 4 me! But I didn't even know they were!
Ya but that's different ----> (arrow indicates the note continues on opposite side of paper)
idk I think I'll ask him myself
ok! HaHa! Wait. Matt Stevens? Is that who it is? sorry.
Yes is that weird?
No why would it be?
IDK Wyatt kina freaks m out! Yikes
Haha ya! Me too!!!
Is passing a note to Matt Retarded or not?!!
I had fun tracking this one down. The trick is in the timing. You have to let the note get passed enough times to become interesting otherwise it's just a strangely folded piece of paper with one line on it.
Names have not been changed to protect the innocent,
Dan
Sunday, March 16, 2008
She Looks Just Like You
I keep hearing that phrase when people are talking about my daughter, Grace. I'd really rather hear them say "You look just like her." Or better yet, "She looks just like Faith."
Anyway, you decide.
I'm surprised that you've never been told before,
Dan
Anyway, you decide.
I'm surprised that you've never been told before,
Dan
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The Power Struggle
The scene opens with loud talking in the back of the classroom while a video is being shown. The handsome dashing protagonist Mr. Burk Substitute Teacher Extraordinaire approaches the offending students.
Mr. Burk: Please keep it quiet. Thank You.
Students are quiet for about 3 seconds (as long as it takes for Mr. Burk to retreat a few steps). Several minutes later, Mr. Burk returns to the area.
Mr. Burk: Some students are trying to pay attention to the video. You're going to have to go back to your assigned seats if I have to come over here again.
Students are quiet for about 3 seconds (as long as it takes for Mr. Burk to retreat a few steps). Several minutes later, Mr. Burk returns to the area again.
Mr. Burk: Okay, it's time to go back to your assigned seats.
Student 1: (in a whiny voice) Why?
Mr. Burk: Because you are being disruptive and disrespectful.
Student 2: Just give us one more chance.
Mr. Burk: I've already given you two chances. You knew what would happen.
Student 1: Dude, we weren't doing anything.
Mr. Burk: My name is Mr. Burk, not "Dude". Go back to your seat.
Student 2: Someone is sitting in it.
Mr. Burk: Then you can sit there. (gestures to an empty seat near the teacher's desk)
Student 2: Why can't I just sit here?
Mr. Burk starts to get tired of this exchange and begins to get a headache. The bell rings, saving him from further grief.
A scene very similar to this happened today. I actually gave them three chances. Anyway, I realized that going through a power struggle like this is completely hopeless. Being a substitute teacher you really have very little authority in the classroom. You’re unfamiliar with the discipline procedures of the classroom and the school and the kids know they’re never gonna have to see you again once the 45 minute period is over. I realized today that instead of uselessly wrestling wills with these precious ones, I can just write their names down on a note to the teacher and let them deal with it.
Fish heads, fish heads, yummy yummy fish heads,
Dan
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Management
Substituting these past few months has been an incredible learning experience. It's helped me formulate my own ideas about how I want my classroom to be. I learned one lesson last week that I'll never forget.
On Thursday, I was in a 9th grade Earth Science class. The kids were arguably the most rowdy I'd ever seen. They threw crumpled up paper balls and pencils at each other. They talked loudly and called each other names. But it wasn't just that, they were vulgar and disrespectful as well. It was all I could do to quell the worst behavior and maintain some semblance of order. After it was all over, I came home with a bad headache that wouldn't go away. I was thinking, if this is what being a teacher is going to be like, then I should find something else to do quick.
The next day, Friday, I was in a 9th grade English class. Something I had never seen happened before. The first period class came in silently, sat down and began their routine work. All throughout the class there wasn't a peep. If one of them had to ask me a question, they came up to me and whispered. When the bell rang, they all filed out without saying a word. I was almost in shock. From the rest of the classes that came and went during the day I learned that this teacher had a reputation for being the meanest and grumpiest teacher in school. He didn't put up with anything and he followed through with consequences. I figured that he wasn't really mean in real life but had to keep order in his class. Otherwise, he'd have the same incredible headache every day that I had on Thursday.
I learned that I want to have order in my class and in order to do so, I'll have to be very clear about what behavior I expect from students and follow through with consequences. Otherwise, I'll hate my job and I won't last long. I'm glad I'm learning these types of things now. Each day is a new adventure where I get to learn and plan how I want my own classroom to be. I know I'm gonna have a lot of surprises when I do become a full-fledged teacher but hopefully I'll be able to cope with them better because of my substituting experience.
I liked it better my way in my world of fantasy,
Dan
On Thursday, I was in a 9th grade Earth Science class. The kids were arguably the most rowdy I'd ever seen. They threw crumpled up paper balls and pencils at each other. They talked loudly and called each other names. But it wasn't just that, they were vulgar and disrespectful as well. It was all I could do to quell the worst behavior and maintain some semblance of order. After it was all over, I came home with a bad headache that wouldn't go away. I was thinking, if this is what being a teacher is going to be like, then I should find something else to do quick.
The next day, Friday, I was in a 9th grade English class. Something I had never seen happened before. The first period class came in silently, sat down and began their routine work. All throughout the class there wasn't a peep. If one of them had to ask me a question, they came up to me and whispered. When the bell rang, they all filed out without saying a word. I was almost in shock. From the rest of the classes that came and went during the day I learned that this teacher had a reputation for being the meanest and grumpiest teacher in school. He didn't put up with anything and he followed through with consequences. I figured that he wasn't really mean in real life but had to keep order in his class. Otherwise, he'd have the same incredible headache every day that I had on Thursday.
I learned that I want to have order in my class and in order to do so, I'll have to be very clear about what behavior I expect from students and follow through with consequences. Otherwise, I'll hate my job and I won't last long. I'm glad I'm learning these types of things now. Each day is a new adventure where I get to learn and plan how I want my own classroom to be. I know I'm gonna have a lot of surprises when I do become a full-fledged teacher but hopefully I'll be able to cope with them better because of my substituting experience.
I liked it better my way in my world of fantasy,
Dan
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Useless
This is the original post.
Since becoming a father, I've discovered that one of the most useless inventions ever is little tiny baby socks. At first, when you think about it, it makes sense. Babies have a hard time regulating their body temperature and little tiny socks would help keep those little tiny feet warm. Great idea, let's start production now! But the truth of the matter is, that they don't stay on worth beans. Babies are always wiggling. They stick their little legs out and then pull them back in like a frog. Stick legs out, pull legs back in. Out, in. If you do this enough times in a short period, the socks have worked their way off. Every time you turn around, the baby's feet are bare again. It's much easier to just put them in little pajama suits that have the feet built in. Then you don't have to be replacing socks every five minutes.
Because I'm cool,
Dan
Since becoming a father, I've discovered that one of the most useless inventions ever is little tiny baby socks. At first, when you think about it, it makes sense. Babies have a hard time regulating their body temperature and little tiny socks would help keep those little tiny feet warm. Great idea, let's start production now! But the truth of the matter is, that they don't stay on worth beans. Babies are always wiggling. They stick their little legs out and then pull them back in like a frog. Stick legs out, pull legs back in. Out, in. If you do this enough times in a short period, the socks have worked their way off. Every time you turn around, the baby's feet are bare again. It's much easier to just put them in little pajama suits that have the feet built in. Then you don't have to be replacing socks every five minutes.
Because I'm cool,
Dan
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