Month: March 2011

And You Want to Teach What?

Yesterday while composing, editing and posting my previous blog post, I zipped off an email.  I was so excited about the idea of teaching an advanced English course, my head was spinning.  Today while post-conferencing, my wonderful administrator smiled sideways at me and asked if I had noticed the slip in my email. 


With a forged late slip in hand – Ms. Saas is late for class because she was busy chatting with the Boss – I zoomed into Creative Writing class and shared my error.

What a great slip!  I gave myself two enthusiastic thumbs up.  My kids offered chocolate covered coffee beans, smiles and much unsolicited suggestions for change:

“You need to proof-read your work Ms. Saas”

“You really should conference more Ms. Saas.”

 “Edit, edit, edit.”


 From: Saas, Cori

Sent: Wednesday, March 09, 2011 3:59 PM

To:  School Division’s Brilliant and Thankfully Kind Curriculum Consultant

CC: Ms. S’s Principal-ELA Mentor-Boss-Friend-Person.

Subject: Credit/Enchrichment Program Needed

“I would like to offer one of my students…   the International Bachelorette program.”


Best Prep Ever

“I’m so Tweeting this.”

That was Andrew, one of my wonderful 11/12 students during a CW reading. I’d just freaked them out. We were writing farcical essays.  Monday, instead of actually working during my prep, I played. My kind of play. I sang, I drank coffee and then, with a wallop of delusional fur ball mouthing, I wrote.  It was the best prep ever.  

So with some rather ridiculous criteria in front of me and about a month of driving back and forth and horizon line provoking memory, I knew my topic. The issue at hand became more than need of an exemplar, it became… Oh please. I’m never going to prep when I can write!

One of my home-room kids, a grade ten, came in during the fur ball mouthing to search for glue, “Side drawer.”  I might have given him my car keys, school keys, home keys, daughter too so delightfully delusional I became with my piece. I love writing.

My hard 20 minutes of Monday’s pm prep work: 


 The Fountain

I believe the fountain pen is the most important tool a person can possess.  I mean think about it, I can accomplish anything with my fountain pen.  I mean, really. It’s terribly handy.

Like writing, there’s all these new digital devises, but really, if Janie Austen could fondle the fountain, swirling and crafting it with all her feministic idealistic clutches, isn’t that best for me too?  I mean, really.  Those blisters are my blisters too.  And we all know Noble prizes for literature always go to individuals who use fountain pens, and I mean the real fountain pens, the ones with the feathers and deep dark ink and that sort of stuff.  That’s God’s honest truth, I know.  My dad told me and he knows everything, and too, some dude name Siddhartha told him. 

So there’s that.  And too, when I graduated grade twelve my goal was to win the Noble prize for literature, and shucks, if the fountain pen is the path, then baby, the world can keep technology and its online networking ‘cause these ink blotches are for me.  Cause I’m wicked good at this writing stuff.

Oh yah, and fountain ink.  It’s incredibly handy when the RCMP pull me over on that long stretch heading south down highway 15 to Keneston and I’ve already got my own ink. Ya. Handy.  I mean, I don’t even need to uncork a bottle, my thumb’s already stained. It’s so convenient.  I just hold up these brilliant digits of mine, counting them one, two… Ya they never let me get past two…..

Anyway.  My fountain pen is so amazing. Makes my writing historic I tell you, epic.  Nothing beats the lines that flow from my fountain and the world will know it as soon I press send.