Teacher Arrested at JFK Airport

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I came across this story a short time ago that I thought would be an interesting thing to share.

A Public school teacher was arrested today at John F. Kennedy International Airport this morning as he attempted to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a compass, a slide-rule, and a calculator. At a press conference just before noon today, Attorney General Eric Holder said he believes the man is a member of the notorious Al-Gebra movement. Although he did not identify the man, he confirmed the man has been charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction.

“Al-Gebra is a problem for us”, the Attorney General said. “They derive solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in search of absolute values.” They use secret names like “X” and “Y” and refer to themselves as “unknowns” but we have determined that they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country. As the Greek philosopher Isosceles used to say, “There are 3 sides to every triangle.” The Attorney General went onto say “teaching our children sentient thought processes and equipping them to solve problems is dangerous and puts our government at risk.


There is nothing better than a giggle!

Who YOU Are … Makes a Difference!


English: Blue ribbon

A simple inspiration … given to a teacher… that’s still making a difference today.

A teacher in New York City decided to honor each of her graduating high school seniors by telling each of them the difference she felt they made as an individual.

She called each student to the front of the class, one at a time. First she told the student how they had made a difference to her and the class. Then she presented them with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold letters reading: “Who I Am Makes a Difference.”

She noticed a considerable attitudinal change in the class. So she decided to do a class project to determine what impact such recognition could have on their local community.

She gave each student three more ribbons, and asked them to go out and spread an “acknowledgment ceremony.”

One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby company, and honored him for helping him with his career planning. He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt.

Then the boy gave the executive two extra ribbons and asked him to find someone else to honor, and to in turn give them the extra blue ribbon so they could acknowledge a third person. The student asked the executive to report back to tell him what happened.

Later that day the junior executive went in to see his boss, who was known as a rather bad-tempered man. He sat his boss down and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius. The boss was very surprised. The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon, and asked for permission to pin it on him.

His surprised boss gave his permission. The executive pinned the blue ribbon on his boss’s jacket directly above his heart. Then he gave his boss the third blue ribbon, and told him of the boy’s request.

That night the boss sat his 14-year-old son down and told him: “The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of my junior executives came in and told me he admired me. He gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. Imagine that. He thinks I’m a creative genius.”

He then told his son he wanted to honor him, and pinned the last remaining blue ribbon on his son’s t-shirt.

The startled boy began to sob. He couldn’t stop. His whole body shook. He looked at his father through his tears and told him: “Dad, earlier tonight I sat in my room and wrote a letter to you and Mom explaining why I was killing myself, and asking you to forgive me. I was going to commit suicide after you were asleep. I didn’t think you cared for me at all.”

His father walked upstairs and found the heartfelt letter full of anguish and pain. The envelope was addressed, “Mom and Dad.”

The boss went back to work a changed man. He called in each employee one at a time to let them know that they made a difference.

Who you are DOES make a difference!

Don’t forget it….and make sure the people in your life know how special they are!


Author: Unknown

Photo Credit: Wikipedia

A (Bad) Day in the Life of a PE Teacher

I have been a Physical Education teacher for 27 years. I have had a lot of great memories (mixed in with a few bad ones here and there) but generally speaking, I have really enjoyed my time as a PE teacher.

I have taught every level, from Kindergarten through 12th grade. I have seen things that students have done that was very funny, heard things that were hilarious, witnessed events that I considered were troublesome or scary, and heard so many excuses for not being able to participate in class that you can imagine. Needless to say, teaching PE has not just been a job, it’s been an adventure.

The one thing that is great about the private school in which I teach, is that I have the freedom to teach skills and concepts in a broader environment than my colleagues who teach Physical Education in public schools. We have the ability to teach things in creative and fun ways, which in turn, allow the kids to encounter a more enjoyable learning experience.

Another thing that makes this job fun is what I call, “The Great Unknown.” When I go to school every day, I never know what interesting, humorous or other kind of event will take place. Will the day be the “same old, same old?” or will something happen to “spice it up?”

Well, the following video is one of those happenings that my colleague, the students in the class, the videographer, me, or anyone else who witnesses the following video will ever forget.

I know that many of you have different ideas of the PE teacher you may have had in class but this teacher will bring a tear to your eye…at least for me he did! My buddy is an awesome guy and is a lot of fun to be around, but for this one moment in time, I truly felt sorry for him.

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