Thursday, September 08, 2005

This Entry Brought To You By The National Bookmark Council

I have found a new currency. I have a new way to buy and sell these children. I can get them to read aloud, quiet down, and show facination with the reading of their peers.

You would think it was crack.

It's not, it's bookmarks. It's a cute plastic bookmark with a tassell. They read at least a chapter aloud, they get a bookmark. And I become Queen of the World.

Thank you, thank you, plastic bookmarks.

5 comments:

Susan said...

I LOVED those bookmarks when I was a kid. Sigh. Now my children want these freaky 3-D bookmarks with Bob the Builder peeking out the top of the book. And they can't even read yet!

More crack--er, bookmarks for all.

Rebecca said...

I used to love bookmarks when I was little. I remember collecting the photocopied paper ones they gave out for free at the library. As long as it gets kids to read, it's cool!

P M Prescott said...

My wife does plastic canvas, tissue boxes, place mats etc. When I taught English I'd take her scraps and left over yarn and make bookmarks to hand out. It worked pretty well too.

Mammy said...

This has nothing to do with your post. It's about your profession. I thought you might enjoy the humor. Found it posted on another blog.

"You know you’re a Teacher if……."

You believe the staff room should be equipped with a Valium salt lick.

You find humor in other people's stupidity.

You want to slap the next person who says "Must be nice to work 8 to 3:20 and have summers free."

You believe chocolate is a food group.

You can tell if it's a full moon without ever looking outside.

You believe "Shallow gene pool" should have its own box in the report card.

You believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says "Boy, the kids sure are mellow today.

When out in public you feel the urge to snap your fingers at children you do not know and correct their behavior.

You have no life between August to June.

When you mention "Vegetables" you're not talking about a food group.

You think people should be required to get a government permit before being allowed to reproduce.

You wonder how some parents ever MANAGED to reproduce.

You believe in aerial spraying of Prozac.

You believe no one should be permitted to reproduce without having taught in an elementary setting for the last 10 years.

You've ever had your profession slammed by someone who would "Never DREAM" of doing your job.

You think caffeine should be available in intravenous form.

You know you are in for a major project when a parent says "I have a great idea I'd like to discuss. I think it would be such fun."

You want to choke a person when he or she says "Oh, you must have such FUN everyday. This must be like playtime for you."

Meeting a child's parent instantly answers the question "Why is this kid like this?"

educat said...

Wow. Who knew bookmarks could bring such a crowd??

Inheritor--
You probably know this, but I have found any sort of giveaway crap works wonders. It does me little or no good for academic purposes, it's more of a classroom management tool. Silly pencils, stickers, whatever you can get your hands on, work wonders.

GreekShadow--
I am most impressed that you had handmade stuff for your kids. I would love to give every kid I have something handknitted but there just isn't enough time!

Whiterabbit, your list has been placed in the "classic email forwards" cannon. It's truer everytime I read it.