My class wached a Hip hop video today in Rap lesson...they only take odd subjects, some of them won't be abble to get G.C.S.E's so they are being prepaired for the world of work by leaning more vocational courses just, as a fall back really in case the drug dealing doesn't work out for them... then all is not lost they can be rap stars.
So I learned all about the history of hip hop from a 1986 video bought buy the teacher for a quid in a charity shop. It all started in the bronx a suburb of New York in the 70's, teanager's would gather on the street and they started to mix records together, they invented scratching (scraching records that is, not just scraching - that was invented way earlier) and they made up crazy dance moves like the head spin. And then someone got shot and apparently instead of it all esculating to violence people started having hip hop dance offs and stuff - Thats the bit I can't really believe.
Imagine someone is pointing a gun at you in a ghetto...would your first responce be "mayby we could solve this dispute through the medium of dance?" and then imagain them saying "ok great idea! I'll just put my gun down" I mean would that really work? and if it did work then, could it work in other situations? in bigger disputes like wars and that? I can't really picture the german aircrafts from would war 2 decideding not to bomb us, but instead flying down geting out of the plane and engaging the brits in a spot of morris dancing for example. Or dancing in the trenches in world war 1...I don't know though, maybey thats how line dancing started.
Could it work with other things two, like not just dance? opera singing, egg and spoon races, poo sticks? could gangs give up their guns and see who could out-spell eachother, (if it was me I would probably come off better in a no spelling, guns only fight.) Maybe I could start a spelling revelotion with the gangs of liverpool, and then govelment would employ me to make the campain a national thing- reducing crime and inproving litaracy in the most deprived areas through 'Spell-offs'. drug dealers would give up their addictions so they have more money to spend on dictionaries, and in 2035 a teacher will buy a dvd from a charity shop and teach his class all about the history of the global spell-off craze started in liverpool in 2009. I could totally do that.
If only I was more passionate about spelling.
Wednesday 28 January 2009
Tuesday 27 January 2009
Being Stabbed
Don't worry I havent been stabbed, infact today was a very ordinary day which is genrally a good thing but not so great for blogging, I normally teach my naughtyist class on a tuesday but the class clown (he's atually more of a class criminal- I never see him with giant clown shoes on but have once seen his police tag round his anckel it's a bit like what pigions have except pigions are entiled to more freedom) Anyway he narrowly escaped prison this week but has been moved to another class which again makes my life a bit easier but makes blogging a bit dull because my class were reasonably well behaved.
I had a intresting chat with one of them though (I think I will use fake names to protect their identities.) So Jeffrey was telling me about a time when he was 13 and he got stabbed. For this story I will translate from the original uncomprehensible scouce to BBC English:
"I was having a few minor conflicts with some chums of mine when I decieded that enough is enough and they just wern't intrested in my point of view so I though to myself 'these so called chums deserve a jolly good thumping' and I proceded to carry out this action. The chums in question were not best pleased and decided to let an older cousin in on their woes. The cousin who was a little over protected decieded to take justice into his own hands and a knife into my arm. It jolly well hurt and I wanted to show him what for! I made a mental list of older male relatives that would be smpathetic to my cause. 'oh darn it' I thought, there's only father, and he's in prison. So I gathered a select group of like-minded buddies who were only to happy to help me out in my predicament. 'hurrar for Jeffrey!' they exclaimed as my enimies were quashed, and justice was restored."
I had a intresting chat with one of them though (I think I will use fake names to protect their identities.) So Jeffrey was telling me about a time when he was 13 and he got stabbed. For this story I will translate from the original uncomprehensible scouce to BBC English:
"I was having a few minor conflicts with some chums of mine when I decieded that enough is enough and they just wern't intrested in my point of view so I though to myself 'these so called chums deserve a jolly good thumping' and I proceded to carry out this action. The chums in question were not best pleased and decided to let an older cousin in on their woes. The cousin who was a little over protected decieded to take justice into his own hands and a knife into my arm. It jolly well hurt and I wanted to show him what for! I made a mental list of older male relatives that would be smpathetic to my cause. 'oh darn it' I thought, there's only father, and he's in prison. So I gathered a select group of like-minded buddies who were only to happy to help me out in my predicament. 'hurrar for Jeffrey!' they exclaimed as my enimies were quashed, and justice was restored."
Monday 26 January 2009
Citrus fruits
I was thinking today how stupid nursery ryhmes are if you think about them. for example I re-wrote 'oranges and lemons' so it was in slightly more up to date adult language and then changed the names so that it still ryhmed and it came out like this:
“Citrus fruits", said a man who owned newts
"You owe me twenty quid", said a mum with a kid
"When can I expect repayment?" said a tramp on the pavement
"When I am more financially stable", said a cat under a table
"Can you give me a rough estimate of when that is likely?" sang a choir brightly
"It hard to say in this financial climate", said bill who’s my mate.
Here comes a torch go to your room
And here’s a gun, you will meet your doom.
Hey diddle diddle came out like this:
Hey there Cat who can play the violin,
Have you heard about the cattle and their recent lack of gravitational pull?
The puppy found it hilarious,
And indecently do you know where my plate disappeared to?
I think it may have escaped with my cutlery.
imagin saying that to someone, you would get sectioned! and yet we sing it to our children! no wonder kids are so confused. My Dad is proud to say he sang nursery ryhmes to me in the first few hours of my life, he was a nutter filling my inocent mind with rubish! I shall hence forth relate any crazyness back to those detramental moments. love you Dad. x
“Citrus fruits", said a man who owned newts
"You owe me twenty quid", said a mum with a kid
"When can I expect repayment?" said a tramp on the pavement
"When I am more financially stable", said a cat under a table
"Can you give me a rough estimate of when that is likely?" sang a choir brightly
"It hard to say in this financial climate", said bill who’s my mate.
Here comes a torch go to your room
And here’s a gun, you will meet your doom.
Hey diddle diddle came out like this:
Hey there Cat who can play the violin,
Have you heard about the cattle and their recent lack of gravitational pull?
The puppy found it hilarious,
And indecently do you know where my plate disappeared to?
I think it may have escaped with my cutlery.
imagin saying that to someone, you would get sectioned! and yet we sing it to our children! no wonder kids are so confused. My Dad is proud to say he sang nursery ryhmes to me in the first few hours of my life, he was a nutter filling my inocent mind with rubish! I shall hence forth relate any crazyness back to those detramental moments. love you Dad. x
Sunday 25 January 2009
Wibble
Before I begin I shall explain two things:
1) The name Wibble comes from a) my genral love of wibbley things e.g jelly.
and b) an incident a few years ago when a chocolate pudding was made and everyone thought it was over-cooked and wanted it to go back in the oven except me because I said 'I like it wibbley' and the nic name was born.
It now has many variations including Wibs, the Wibster and Wibblet. I also discoverd on friday that Laura Jackson's class of 5 year olds have a class imagainary pupil called Wibble inspired by me, he even has his own seat in class but unlike me he is male.
2) I can't spell and I don't care. when I had my dyslexia test they said on a scale from A to F of how dyslexic I am, I am 'E'. If I wasn't dyslexic and I knew things like the order of the alphabet I would know how bad that was. Anyone who reads any of this and notices spelling mistakes should get a life.
1) The name Wibble comes from a) my genral love of wibbley things e.g jelly.
and b) an incident a few years ago when a chocolate pudding was made and everyone thought it was over-cooked and wanted it to go back in the oven except me because I said 'I like it wibbley' and the nic name was born.
It now has many variations including Wibs, the Wibster and Wibblet. I also discoverd on friday that Laura Jackson's class of 5 year olds have a class imagainary pupil called Wibble inspired by me, he even has his own seat in class but unlike me he is male.
2) I can't spell and I don't care. when I had my dyslexia test they said on a scale from A to F of how dyslexic I am, I am 'E'. If I wasn't dyslexic and I knew things like the order of the alphabet I would know how bad that was. Anyone who reads any of this and notices spelling mistakes should get a life.
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