Cock Soup anyone?

Yes this is a real thing. And yes I had to buy it. I'm told it has a slightly nutty flavour. Food Basics really does have it all. My new favourite grocery store.

We Teach Who we Are

Friday was my last day of my first placement. A large part of me was so glad to be done with it. Classrooms today are not the same as they were when I was in grade 4...a mere 15 years ago. There were 34 students in my class and many challenges. Autism, behavioural issues, ADHD, learning issues, ESL, and so many other problems undiagnosed. But, another part of me was heartbroken to be leaving these kids you formed a relationship with. They drive you nuts one second and make your heart melt in the next. Plus it's not exactly ego-boosting to have every little detail scrutinized by your associate teacher, however helpful they are trying to be.


Before we started our placement, we read an article called "We teach who we are." The title alone was daunting. We teach who we are? I'm not even sure who I am yet. Ah yes, the quarter-life crisis setting in. I'm FAR from perfect and can only hope the better qualities are the ones that I project on the kids. Students only need to know that the lesson you just gave was amazing and they learned a lot. They don't need to know that you were up until 2am finishing it because you decided to have a couple beers with your friends first. Or, that you had to google "pythagorean theorem" because you didn't remember what it was.


All in all it was a huge learning experience and worlds away from teaching overseas in Taiwan. I learned a lot about teaching, about myself - and I can only hope the kids learned something along the way! I now know, I have A LOT of patience, but not endless amounts. Flexibilty is key (mentally and physically!). And you must repeat everything, because basically, kids don't hear you the first 5 times. They're thinking about lunch, their crush, their friends, television, or anything else other than school.



So now I get to take a little break and go back to being a student.

"Whatcha eatin' there sport?"

"A apple"

I'm still waiting for the kids to bring me an apple.

What's in a name?

Menace...Rattle...Dirt Squirrel...Cups...Whacker...Skent...Boog...One-Nad...Slur...Buzzard...

These are just some of the nicknames I've come across and use on a regular basis. This blog in particular is named after my alter ego - Cheddar Bob. Not all my friends use this or are even aware of my nickname. But, as a few people have asked me about this recently, I thought I'd dedicate a blog to it.
How the name came about is a bit of a mystery itself - even to me. It's not because I like cheese - although I certainly do enjoy a cheesy treat from time to time. It somehow morphed from my first name (there may have been drinks involved). The "Bob" was added later because, well - doesn't it just roll off your tongue? The name comes from a certain group of friends very well known for their nicknames. In fact, when I first started meeting new people around the area, for the longest time I didn't even know their real names. I still get it mixed up from time to time.
The highlight of my nickname happened on my birthday when a favourite band of mine sang "Better with Cheddar" while I rocked out onstage. The traditional "Happy Birthday" now pales in comparison.
Although I have a few nicknames that may or may not get used regularly (Teeter, Carebear, Cakes etc.) this is the one that's stuck. And, I must say, I've grown quite fond of it...all you need is cheese!


Editor's Note: I have never seen the movie 8 Mile but just googled the name "Cheddar Bob". I have never, nor will, shoot myself in my crotch.