Wow, I feel like a stranger to my own blog.  Oh blog, it's been too long.

I have decided to write about my 7th graders.  I teach English in a Middle School.(only God knows what I was thinking when I thought that was a good idea...because now I cannot remember why I did it for the life of me)

This year I have had the displeasure of having all 7th graders ALL THE TIME.  This was a first for me.

They drive me me crazy beyond words, but, as one of my students said today, "You know you secretly love us Miss. K!"  As much as I hate to admit it, it's true.

7th graders have got to be the most irrational, ridiculous, selfish, naive yet have gone through so much, insane, impossible little know-it-alls I've ever met....but they sure are hilarious.

So from now on I have decided to blog about their craziness.  Here goes.

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Preface: I have a bird living in my air conditioning vent. It won't stop chirp chirping. chirp chirp chirp. chirp chirpy chirp.

One of my students decided to whistle back at it and when I asked him what he was doing he said "I'm mating with the bird!"

Needless to say, I think he meant "I'm doing a mating call to the bird." ...eh, still doesn't make any sense.

Post-face:  The same kid busted out singing Lady Gaga's "Just Dance" in the middle of class today.

P.S. I don't think "Post-face" is a real thing, but it matches preface, and who cares?  This is MY BLOG...I can make up all the words I want.  Blombre...just made that up now.  Boom.  You've been brand new word blogged...brew wogged.

project 365.

Life is Sweet…

Capture EVERY moment.

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This is my project 365.

 

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Day 5{1.5.2012}

Cruisin' Camero. Family test drive.

Mommy & Big H.

 

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Day 6{1.6.2012}

Soorj with Nene & Baboog.Their theory - If I can make good Armenian coffee, I am ready to get married. A Fact from  Baboog - I've been making good coffee for too long, what am I waiting for?

 

 

Nene, our busybody.

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Day 7{1.7.2012}

Monterey family trip. Dinner by the ocean.

Sista.Sista.

Monterey Bay.

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Day 8{1.8.2012}

Mommy on bench.

Tal the 'stache.

'Stachin Susie.

Ny-'stache.

Seals on beach.

project 365.

Life is Sweet…

Capture EVERY moment.

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This is my project 365.

Mission: To capture ALL life's great moments one day at a time.

Goal: At least one photo every day for the next year[2012]...sometimes more.

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Day 1{1.1.2012}

Armand and I ringing in the New Year at Horkoor's.  It's amazing how much I have in common with a 10 year old.

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Day 2{1.2.2012}

Re-organizing life always starts with a good breakfast.

Leggo my Eggo! Don't act like you don't love them.

LipSmackers, black lipstick and color changing lipstick...Jr. High, gotta love it.

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Day 3{1.3.2012}

"Let's play fishies Auntie Ny!"~Violet Ruth Bergen 

 

Then off to the Bicycle Kitchen to get Kat a long deserved bike...NISHIKI! See Joe.

Such a good third day.  Especially after Violet pointed to my chest in the bike shoppe and loudly proclaimed "BOOB!!!" 

I've never been so proud. 

Oh, Ayo Vio, you're such a big girl now.

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Day 4{1.4.2012} 

Me, Tal and Mommy at Brent's Deli in Northridge, CA.

Day 4 morning convo:

"Ny, were going to LA for the day, wanna come?" 

So much good in one day.  

Car games, Whistler's Mother, laughing so hard we cried...

You know it's an exceptionally good day when we make Mommy laugh so hard she had tears rolling down her cheeks while driving. 

Then, we did what we do best... 

 

SPEAK!

A few years ago I did my student teaching at a high school and had a few friends, who are some of the greatest people I know by far, come in and speak about writing, rhyming, rapping and performing spoken word. It was the best thing I did for that class and one of the best experiences ever.
Those students were seniors in high school...I now teach 7th graders. I want to do the same thing, but will the 12-13 year old mind appreciate it?!?!? I have, at least, a handful of students who are constantly writing rap lyrics in class...I think spoken word would be great to expand their horizons and open their minds.

The power of words is incredible.

Blowing Bubbles...

There is just something about a pack of original flavor Bubble Yum Bubble Gum.

I normally HATE gum.  Probably because I was traumatized twice. Once when I was little with "There's-gum-in-my-hair-and-the-only-solution-is-to-rub-PB-all-up-in-this-mess" syndrome.  Thanks God I was not traumatized enough to stop eating Peanut Butter.  Again, when I was in Armenia (aka...the MOTHERLAND...HAYASTAN) and some Armo threw gum in my hair and then came to help.  In Armenia the don't use PB to get gum out...they just RIP it out yo weave.

But today I chewed Bubble Yum Bubble Gum with my little cousin Armand.

It was a good time.

Armando took this pic, then popped my bubble...and then it got stuck to his hands.  Sucka!

Sometimes you just need to take a minute to blow a good old fashioned .99 cent Bubble Yum Bubble Gum bubble.

Nene and Baboog.

This is my Nene.

This is my Baboog.

They are two of the strongest and best people I know.

They can and have overcome ANYTHING and EVERYTHING in life.

Baboog will be 91 years old this October and still goes to his farm every single day.  Today he picked grapes all day.

Nene will be 83 in February.  After all these years she can still find things to laugh about and still makes me laugh every time I see her.

They have taught me how to work, cook, laugh, live and so much more.

These are truly the greatest people I know.

If I grow to be even the slightest bit like them, I can count this life a success.

Love,
         Ny.



Two months too long...

So it's been almost exactly two months since I've updated and after a weird looking bug crawled up my leg today during lunch, I thought to myself, "It's about time to write this ridiculousness down."

Update:
             New School out in Jehenem. (aka...Egypt) I like to refer to it as the Gountry. (ghetto country)
             7th grade English Language Arts...5 periods...in a row...'nuff said.

                                            

So far I've had the following friends living in my classroom...








This was the one who decided to crawl up my leg today.

We also had a cockroach sighting in 4th period, but I have not verified if it was true or false and now I just feel like there are bugs EVERYWHERE!!!

A kid laughed and pointed at me when I ran for the door during the roach scare and I pointed back at her and said "You may be laughing now, but i'll be the one laughing at you when that roach crawls in your ear and makes babies there!!!"

BOOM ROASTED.

I am NOT cut out for bug country.