Grade Check

I have a student from last year that I invested a lot of energy into. This year I told her to come by and see me to give her a grade check form so I could monitor how she was doing in her classes. She came by at the beginning of the month and I told her to have it filled out by each of her teachers and come back to me before October was over.

She came in today (the last school day of the month) and said, "Mr. Burrill about that grade paper thingy. I couldn't get that done 'cause they like kicked me out of the school and stuff."

She went on to give several vague examples of why her behavior was not conforming to school policy. She mentioned a meeting, a court date, a possibility of being readmitted with a new schedule and a possibility of being on house arrest or in juvenile hall.

I'm proud of her for getting back to me before the end of the month.

Maturity

One of my coworkers told me this week, "I think I'm getting more mature, because now I think you're really funny, and I used to think you were annoying."

I thought that was interesting.

My Night Tonight

So the main sports bar in downtown Sacramento (MVP's) happens to be a block and half from my house. Before tonight I had been there for four of the Giants games this postseason. Twice I sat upstairs and twice downstairs. The upstairs is larger and more open, but both areas were quite loud.

The Giants won all four games I was there, and all four were dramatic, emotional one-run victories.

With a big game six tonight I decided to return to the bar to help the team get a much needed victory. We went to the bar nearly an hour early so we could get a good seat upstairs. However, when we got there we learned the upstairs was reserved for a UFC fight.

We were disappointingly relegated back to our spot downstairs. Near us were these cute young sorority-type girls that were taking up two tables. They seemed like the type more there for a good drinking game with a little bit of baseball mixed in. The other fans in the section were not great either. In fact there was a serious lack of orange and black being worn.

The game started and the Phillies quickly got on the board with two runs. The atmosphere still didn't feel great and our crowd was terrible. The girls continued to not really watch the game.

Then despite my 4-0 record at MVP's I called a major audible. I turned to Gio right there in the 2nd inning and said, "Want to go to your place?" He said without too much thought, "Yeah." We closed out our tab and left with a runner on first, no out, and down by two runs.

On the walk to my house via Gio's I-phone we learned of Torres' single and a sac bunt from Sanchez. We ran up the stairs at my house missing the Giants first run, but seeing a replay of Torres being tagged out at home. We watched them tie the game before jumping in the car and heading to Gio's.

Boche pulled out Sanchez early. We pulled out of MVP's early. Sometimes you have to make tough calls if it could help your team win.

After we left the bar the Phillies didn't score another run.

Bring on Texas!

To Do List

I was cleaning up my desk and I found my to do list from a few weekends ago. Here is the list in the same order as written:

Make Practice Exams
Make Exams
Clean My House
Go to Gym
Write Blog
Buy Porsche
Do AVID Contracts
Do Football Picks
Plan Monday Lesson
Register for AVID thing Tuesday
E-mail Kast about Student Schedule Change


I still need to work on that AVID contract, but I did eveything else.

Change Please

At the beer garden last weekend you had to first purchase tickets and then use your tickets to get the beer. It was $4 for Blue Moon and $3 for Coors Lite.

We got to the front of the line and I ordered:

"I'll take 2 Blue Moons and two Coors Lites."

"Your total is going to be..."

"14 dollars."

"Yeah, 14 dollars."

I was just trying to help her out with the math. So I hand her a $20. Then as she is getting the change she says something to her partner about not having enough ones. I wasn't sure exactly what she was doing. Then she hands me a $10 bill and four ones.

"You gave me too much change. I don't have a problem with it, but..."

She was flustered at this point and responds by asking her partner to straighten out the line so it wasn't so unorganized getting to the table. She didn't say anything about my change.

2 Blue Moons, and 2 Coors Lites. For me: $6.

Membership

Monday, for the first time, I was driving home from work in my Porsche. I had the top down and I stopped at stop sign near my house. There was a guy in a Porsche going the other way. We made eye-contact. He waved. I waved back.

I'm in the club.

Pimp, Cop, Hoe

At practice before our season started our ultimate team agreed to wear yellow for the games. Week 1 we showed up and found another team also wearing yellow shirts. The schedule showed the two teams would meet week 5 so I told Jeremy, their captain, we would wear white for the match. When I relayed this information to my team after our week 4 game they were quite upset that I did not fight to keep our yellows. So I told my team I would contact Jeremy and challenge him to a battle of pimp, cop, hoe.

When he didn’t respond immediately I wrote him the following the e-mail:

Jeremy,

I didn't hear back from you. Do you want to roe sham boe for jersey color or no?

Maybe I should have explained:

Cop beats pimp
Pimp beats hoe
Hoe beats cop

What is your phone number and I'll give you a call?

--Kevin

Now, I don't know Jeremy well, but I have played with him a couple times before. I also assumed it was his first time playing pimp, cop, hoe. Considering he was a pimp, cop, hoe rookie, combined with what little I knew of his personality I figured he wouldn't be aggressive enough to choose "hoe" on his first try. So I decided to play it safe and go with cop. (Yeah, I actually thought about all this.)

We squared off over the phone. But Jeremy went with cop too. After the push he was ready to go again immediately. Despite spending two days thinking of contingency plans I couldn’t immediately remember, and I just reacted and went with cop a second time. Jeremy came in with…

Pimp.

We wore the yellows, and went on to win the game.

Nobody likes the whites anyway.

Car

My Car:

Blog Hits

Unlike my main blog which boasts hundreds of hits each month this blog does not get the same readership. When I do examine the few visitors I have about half of them enter because of this blog post. They are searching "Tertiary War" and coming across my post spoofing the World of War Craft game. At first I thought it was some way of saying "World War III," but now I believe they are searching for this.

My Auto Insurance

I went on-line and found some reviews about the company. My insurance is cheap:

This is what I found.

Today

Today the Giants won the western division, I sang happy birthday to a church, and I bought a Porsche. Yeah, that all happened.