Lemon-Scented Bivouac  


Fatherly and, eventually, teacherly blather. Also: graphic design, baseball, synthetic fabrics, jug band music and, lord help us, the occasional politics.


Wednesday, November 19, 2003  

 
It's entirely possible that we have heard Elliott's first word. Lately he's been hollering a sharp "GUG!" whenever one of the dogs walks through the room. Yesterday we showed him a book of gugs, er, dogs and he trembled and shouted "GOG! GUG! GUG!" at the photographs.

So, "gug" it is. And gug to you too.

And I have, by writing, proven to myself that I am a stinkin hippie when it comes down to classroom management. I'm ready to pitch just about everything that other teachers do out the window and let the kids do what interests them. No, no, don't tell me that I'll turn into a realist real fast once I start teaching, heh heh. That's just going to make me more of a hippie.

  posted by Andy @ 8:43 PM §

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