Rachel calmly and rationally takes apart his poorly thought-out arguments, in record time.
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Whenever I am doing a better job at eating healthy, I like to look up the health benefits of pretty much everything I am eating.
"After some 30 years of [analyzing teaching], I have concluded that classroom teaching—particularly at the elementary and secondary levels—is perhaps the most complex, most challenging, and most demanding, subtle, nuanced, and frightening activity that our species has ever invented. In fact, when I compared the complexity of teaching with that much more highly rewarded profession, “doing medicine,” I concluded that the only time medicine even approaches the complexity of an average day of classroom teaching is in an emergency room during a natural disaster. When 30 patients want your attention at the same time, only then do you approach the complexity of the average classroom on an average day."
— The wisdom of practice: essays on teaching, learning and learning to teach Lee S. Shulman (via luckyseventeen)
I can relate to this
I made a mojito marinade from scratch tonight. It tastes good! I hope my chicken tomorrow meets my expectations. Super impressed with myself.
jbizzle329 replied to your post “girlwithalessonplan replied to your post “I want to do a mixed CD…”
I will do the job! The job is mine!
Go for it!
Ok, I made a plan, but it might not actually happen.
I went through a bunch of my Woman’s Day (and the like) magazines to tear out recipes that I might actually want to try some day. Like old school pinterest. I’m going to try to either scan or type them up to save them in a file so that I don’t have loose magazine clippings everywhere.
I’m taking the magazines to school to put in my art center. The kids love cutting magazines and I’m running low on stuff there.
Anyways, should I actually follow this plan, let me know if you are interested in any of the recipes and if I actually do scan/type that recipe up, I’ll e-mail it to you.
- Zesty beef tacos
- Guinness Beef Stew
- Arugula, steak and crispy potato salad with lemony vinaigrette
- Grilled Vegetable Salad with couscous and herb pesto
- Asian marinated pork salad
- Provolone and arugula stuffed flank steak
- BBQ glazed pork with green rice
- Pasta with balsamic onions and spinach
- Spiced pork chops with pineapple-cilantro rice
- Fish with gingery cucumber salad
- Seared chicken with creamy spinach and artichokes
- Crunchy fish sticks and veggies with dipping sauce
- Triple-chocolate peppermint dirt cake
- Steak and onion fajitas
- Chipotle Tomato Beef tacos
- Orange roasted potatoes, carrots and asparagus
- Brown butter tortellini with toasted garlic and asparagus
- Chili steak with tomato and jalapeno salad
- Apricot and spice glazed ham
- Pulled pork sliders with romaine slaw
- Strawberry-banana bread
- Lamb souvlaki
- Several fancy grilled cheese recipes
- Sticky plum upside down cake
- St. Louis Style baby-back ribs
- Roasted Salmon, green beans and tomatoes
Jbizz is good at this
jbizzle329 do you want this job?
It is not even noon yet and I have gotten SO much done around the house.
I want to do a mixed CD exchange, but I want someone else to organize it.
LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT THIS, MEN WHO DO THIS, AND FEEL FOOLISH
Are you awake? WHY are you awake?!
I am awake! It is rainy season in Florida which means migraine season for me. I took a nap around 5 which turned into me waking up briefly a few times, but not getting out of bed until 3:30 AM. There’s a big thunder storm going on, but I already got over 10 hours of sleep.
How are you old sport?
At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut. Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside? I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known. Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own. Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets.
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom. But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)
His Royal Highness proves he’s no muggle, casting his first hex upon his enemies