Bronx Mowgli

Ashlee Simpson had a baby last Thursday and named him Bronx Mowgli. Seriously? Why?

Bronx isn't too bad, but Mowgli? Really? They named him after the the lost man-child from "Jungle Book"??



I am still really liking my classes this year...but my homeroom is another story.

Meet the class:

B.```Learning Support--but very street smart, can't open his locker but can get on a bus alone and ride to Pittsburgh to see his cousin who lives in Sto Rox.

Y.```Not quite sure what she thinks about, kind of looks like she is spaced out on some kind of mind altering drug, also can't open her locker, gets her hair colored monthly, goes to church faithfully on Wednesdays, can't even copy things off the board, must be sleepy because she keeps her head down on the desk more than she keeps it up

L.```My little emotionally disturbed child, very smart, refuses to do anything that requires him to write a paragraph, will also refuse to do things he deems are "stupid"--I told him that I spend a great deal of my time on my lesson plans making sure the tasks I devise are not "STUPID"--but whatever---has digestive issues, passes a great deal of loud stinky gas during class, never does homework but always has an excuse, will "flip out" at the drop of a hat which requires me to keep the learning atmosphere really really calm and unstressful--which, by the way, is quite difficult with him farting all the time.

R.```Had his older brother years ago and this one looks just like him and acts just like him, the most hyper child I have ever seen in my lifetime, absolutley cannot sit still, doesn't walk anywhere, always runs, has a new permanent seat next to my desk because he "hits" people, also cannot open his locker

V.```Thinks he is God's gift to the sixth grade girls, have to burst his bubble daily, tells me I smell good, and has asked me if he could "grind" at the Middle school dance, never ever ever ever stops talking, EVER!

D.```asks me about 525 questions daily...that is not an exaggerating by any stretch of the imagination, says "Mrs. Hauser" so many times in a day that it takes every fiber of my being not to completey lose my mind and "flip out" like my farter G.

T.```also asks me a lot of questions--not as many as C. but she is up there, maybe about 225 a day, not highly intelligent but an awesome worker, never missed a homework assignment yet, but won't do anything unless she "checks" with me first

O.```the diva, very cute, not very smart, gets her nails done more than I get mine done, also can't open her locker, very flirty, have to seperate her and J.

E.```just wish he wouldn't talk, at all, because nothing fruitful comes out of his mouth, during class, I pretend I don't see his hand up or I motion for him to put his hand down, will never ask a question or tell a story that has anything remotely to do with what we are working on,

P.```learning support, also can't open his locker, cannot read--at all, but somehow scored HIGH ADVANCED on the PSSA in fifth grade, skips school, rode a bus to Pittsburgh with B, but got stuck in the "berg" because he used his round trip bus fare to buy a bag of cheetos because he got hungry, had to walk home from Sto Rox, misses a ton of school--which I'm not complaining about because it is one less locker for me to open every day

M.```I saved the best for last, learning support, also can't open her locker, has been late to school 48 times in the last 62 days of school, has already served more afterschool detentions and Saturday detentions because of tardiness than our worst 8th graders have in their middle school careers, asked me if I had a microwave on my desk--(it was my printer), invited the whole homeroom to her birthday party at Red Lobster, has bad dreams about bloody fingers, never knows what class she is supposed to go to, still doesn't know her way around the school, told a kid that he looked like raw meat, just realized that she spells her name with a capital letter, and did I mention, can't open her locker


This is how my day begins and how it ends. The locker issues are enough to drive any sane teacher up a wall. All joking aside, I am still a firm believe that God only gives you what you can handle, so I guess I can handle this crew. Pray for me!

GO BF TIGERS! They play at Heinz today at 1:30!