Wednesday, November 28, 2007

For Mrs. Fleischer

I became a creative writing teacher today. The last teacher who loved me and thought I had potential was Mrs. Fleischer in 3rd and 5th Grade. She always expected me to become a writer. (Aren't I? Don't I blog?) And now I get to teach kids how to be creative and think outside the box.

It's not like I've never taught before. I taught preschool for three years, and high school math for a year; then I taught elementary school Judaic Studies for seven years. I have experience.

Today was a first, though. I introduced myself as "Aviva." It was really weird, but I'll get used to it. It wasn't so bad as my kids have been telling their friends my name since we arrived in Israel. And they think it's a hoot!

But I digress.

One of the assignments I gave today was to explain how an animal of choice came to look like he does today. I told a story of the "Copycat" assignment I had in Third Grade. Explain how the squirrel got such a bushy tail... I wrote that she went to the beauty shop and sat with the rollers under the hair dryer for too long. I got an A+ and a sticker for that one.

I think I heard that Mrs. Fleischer isn't teaching anymore. It's a shame. I'd really like to find her and let her know how I turned out.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

My Morning

This morning I had an appointment with D. at the eye doctor for his double-vision. We were there for about an hour and a half before we were even seen. While we were waiting for the doctor to call us some kids were throwing a soft ball around the room. My phone rang and I reached into my jacket pocket to get it. At that very moment, the ball hit me in the head, knocking off my head-covering completely. My phone was still ringing, so everyone saw it happen. I simultaneously answered the phone and shoved my mitpachat back on.

Quite a scene...

Sunday, November 18, 2007


I was looking through some archives of a family blog and found the proof I was looking for.

Hahahahahaha, Sucka!!

Sorry, I can't say any more than that.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Forward from my Father

"A recent study found the average American walks about 900 miles per year. Another study found Americans drink, on average, 22 gallons of beer a year.

That means, on average, Americans get about 41 miles to the gallon.

Kind Of Makes You Proud To Be American."