<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102</id><updated>2011-07-01T12:33:48.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TeacherBlogger</title><subtitle type='html'>Teacher,Teaching Stories, Kids, Values, and things that go bump in the night....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-163658426986881307</id><published>2007-02-09T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:22:19.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The obvious is not always the right answer...Posted on Thu, Feb. 08, 2007email thisprint thisreprint or license thisA SWEET DISCOVERY AT DISCOVERY PLACEMath prodigy corrects Discovery PlaceExhibit pulled after boy shows it doesn't add upPETER SMOLOWITZpsmolowitz@charlotteobserver.comPart of the new exhibit on candy has been removed from Discovery Place. And you can thank Parker Garrison.When the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/163658426986881307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/163658426986881307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#163658426986881307' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-6803778265842845195</id><published>2007-02-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:22:20.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/6/07"You can pay people to teach, But you can't pay them to care."-Marva Collins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/6803778265842845195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/6803778265842845195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6803778265842845195' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-111350603116034339</id><published>2005-04-14T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:13:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parkway - Where we reinvent the wheel EVERYDAY! TOGETHER!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/111350603116034339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/111350603116034339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111350603116034339' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-110754957048519337</id><published>2005-02-04T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T12:39:30.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When we have to learn to do,we learn by doing.- AristotleAs long as you live,keep learning how to live.- SenecaIt is no profit to have learned well,if you neglect to do well.- Publilius SyrusA diamond is a lump of coalthat made good under pressure.- UnknownA School should not be a preparation for life.A school should be life.- Elbert HubbardAdversity cause some men to break</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/110754957048519337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/110754957048519337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110754957048519337' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-110260866185908840</id><published>2004-12-09T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:12:57.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As long as algebra is taught in school, there will be prayer in school.  (Cokie Roberts)-------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/110260866185908840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/110260866185908840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110260866185908840' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-109069167070383457</id><published>2004-07-24T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T10:54:30.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wear your learning, like your watch, in a private pocket: and do not pull it out and strike it, merely to show that you have one.  Earl of Chesterfield 1774   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/109069167070383457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/109069167070383457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109069167070383457' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-109069155647433444</id><published>2004-07-24T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T10:52:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learning is not attained by chance, it must be sought for with ardor and attended to with diligence.  - Abigail Adams 1780   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/109069155647433444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/109069155647433444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109069155647433444' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-108601627044938750</id><published>2004-05-31T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T08:11:10.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is IQ and I Will.Education Quote      Beatrice Skinner---------------------------------------186,000 miles per second.  It's not just a good idea, it's the law.EDUCATION      Sticker Bumber---------------------------------------Children have never been any good at listening to their elders but they have never failed to imitate them. Education Quote      James Baldwin------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/108601627044938750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/108601627044938750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108601627044938750' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-107697587725961772</id><published>2004-02-16T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:59:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If a picture is worth a thousand words...what is a movie worth?Ambrosia Software.....---------------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/107697587725961772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/107697587725961772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697587725961772' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106623454954422680</id><published>2003-10-15T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T09:15:49.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you have a hammer? Can I borrow it to fix my computer?  Thank..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106623454954422680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106623454954422680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623454954422680' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106367347025279605</id><published>2003-09-15T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:58:38.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rewards and punishment is the lowest form of education.Chanung Tzu (369 B.C.-286 B.C.)Nine tenths of education is encouragement.(Anatole France)No, try not! do or not do, there is no try.(Yoda)Teachers with 32 hours of training in using technology in the classroom are more likely to assign problem-solving tasks using those tooks than their colleagues with less or no training.(National </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106367347025279605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106367347025279605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367347025279605' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106107656620576010</id><published>2003-08-16T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T16:29:26.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's what you learn after you know it all that counts.  ~John Wooden You can teach a student a lesson for a day; but if you can teach him to learn by creating curiosity, he will continue the learning process as long as he lives.  ~Clay P. BedfordGet over the idea that only children should spend their time in study.  Be a student so long as you still have something to learn, and this will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106107656620576010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106107656620576010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106107656620576010' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106106558856292993</id><published>2003-08-16T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T13:26:28.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teaching Quotes , Teaching Quotations, Teaching Sayings - Famous Quotes and Famous Sayings Network: "Teaching people skills without giving them a vision for a better future a vision based on common values -- is only training. --Nido Qubein Experience is the worst teacher, it gives the test before the lesson. --Vernon Law The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106106558856292993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106106558856292993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106106558856292993' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106073766421916086</id><published>2003-08-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T18:21:04.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INSP102- The Gold Wrapping PaperHave you ever regretted the way you disciplined a student.?  Here's a good lesson.   The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive old wrapping paper.  Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106073766421916086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106073766421916086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106073766421916086' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106064615970204835</id><published>2003-08-11T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T16:58:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By: John S. Taylor, Superintendent of Schools for the Lancaster County School DistrictThe Best Dentist"Absolutely" the Best DentistMy dentist is great!  He sends me reminders so I don't forget checkups.  He uses the latest techniques based on research.  He never hurts me, and I've got all my teeth, so when I ran into him the other day, I was eager to see if he'd heard about the new state </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106064615970204835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106064615970204835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106064615970204835' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106064570889566380</id><published>2003-08-11T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T16:50:35.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE TEACHERThis story was passed along to me on the internet.  I believe that it has been circulating for a while and I think that the full story may be in the original Chicken Soup for the Soul.  I hope you enjoy it and are inspired!One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106064570889566380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106064570889566380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106064570889566380' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106064543535613863</id><published>2003-08-11T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T16:43:55.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Teacher....This story was passed along to me on the internet.  I believe that it has been circulating for a while and I think that the full story may be in the original Chicken Soup for the Soul.  I hope you enjoy it and are inspired!One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106064543535613863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106064543535613863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106064543535613863' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106026931884498985</id><published>2003-08-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T08:15:18.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love: The One Creative Forceby Eric ButterworthA college professor had his sociology class go into the Baltimore slums to get case histories of 200 young bodys. There were asked to write an evaluation of each boy’s future. In every case the students wrote, “He hasn’t got a chance.” Twenty-five years later another sociology professor came across the earlier study. He had his students follow up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106026931884498985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106026931884498985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106026931884498985' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106026928337324264</id><published>2003-08-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T08:14:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Chicken Soup for the Tennage Soulby Jack Canfield, Mark Hanse, and Kimberly Kirberger© 1997 Health Communications, Inc.pp.192-193SPARKYFor Sparky, school was all but impossible. He failed every subject in the eight grade. He flunked physics in high school, getting a grade of zero. Sparky also flunked Latin, algebra and English. He didn’t do much better in sports. Although he did manage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106026928337324264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106026928337324264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106026928337324264' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-106026923722274683</id><published>2003-08-07T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T08:13:57.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abraham Lincoln Didn’t Quit - Chicken Soup for the SoulThe sense of obligation to continue is present in all of us. A duty to strive is the duty of us all. I felt a call to that duty.A. Lincoln.Probably the greatest example of persistence is Abraham Lincoln. If you want to learn somebody who didn’t quit, look no further.Born into poverty, Lincoln was faced with defeat throughout his life. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106026923722274683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/106026923722274683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106026923722274683' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105978823200155745</id><published>2003-08-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T18:37:11.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Value Clarification:VALUE CLARIFICATION EXERCISEThe River Crossing - Tarzan and JaneOne day in darkest Africa a young maiden named Jane sat on the side of a river and was told that the man - Tarzan  was sick and needed instant care or else he would die.She went to the boatman and asked his help to cross the river which was infested with crocadiles. The boatman listened attentively and said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105978823200155745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105978823200155745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105978823200155745' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105935008870802473</id><published>2003-07-27T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T16:54:48.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciple.   ~ Amos Bronson Alcott ~You can't teach a hunter it's wrong to kill. ~ Hari Dass Baba ~A schoolmaster should have an atmosphere of awe, and walk wonderingly, as if he was amazed at being himself. ~ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105935008870802473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105935008870802473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105935008870802473' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934774423045289</id><published>2003-07-27T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T16:15:44.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Children Learn What They LiveIf children live with criticism,they learn to condemn.If children live with hostility,they learn to fight.If children live with ridicule,they learn to be shy.If children live with tolerance,they learn to be patient.If children live with encouragement,they learn confidence.If children live with praise,they learn to appreciate.If children live with fairness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934774423045289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934774423045289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934774423045289' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934753052218045</id><published>2003-07-27T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T16:12:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Education is understanding relationships.   George Washington Carver The important thing is not to stop questioning.  Albert Einstein To stimulate life, leaving it then free to develop, to unfold, herein lies the first task of the teacher.  Maria Montessori The object of education is to prepare the young to educate themselves throughout their lives.  Robert Maynard Hutchins Excellence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934753052218045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934753052218045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934753052218045' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934750543998577</id><published>2003-07-27T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T16:11:45.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe a little bit of success lies in everyone! Will you be the one to deny that? Or rather be the one who chooses to be guided by it? I hope you choose as I to do the latter! -- Josh S. Hinds "Success is the prize for those who stand true to their ideas!" -- Josh S. Hinds "A day will never be anymore than what you make of it. Practice being a "doer"! -- Josh S. Hinds   "You are what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934750543998577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934750543998577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934750543998577' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934623646586993</id><published>2003-07-27T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T15:50:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elements of success! Thomas Edison tried two thousand different materials in search of a filament for the light bulb. When none worked satisfactorily, his assistant complained, "All our work is in vain. We have learned nothing." Edison replied very confidently, "Oh, we have come a long way and we have learned a lot. We now that there are two thousand elements which we cannot use to make a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934623646586993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934623646586993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934623646586993' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934546988124450</id><published>2003-07-27T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T15:37:49.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John Wooden, the great UCLA basketball coach, has a philosophy that every day he is supposed to help someone who can never reciprocate. That’s his obligation.  When in college working on his masters thesis on scouting and defensive football, George Allen wrote up a 30-page survey and sent it out to the great coaches in the country. Eighty-five percent answered it completely.  Great people will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934546988124450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934546988124450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934546988124450' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934525139866646</id><published>2003-07-27T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T15:34:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>H. Jackson Brown Jr.The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today. ------------------------------------------------------------------------Henry FordBefore everything else, getting ready is the secret to success. ------------------------------------------------------------------------John F. KennedyThe time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining. --------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934525139866646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934525139866646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934525139866646' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934368378886850</id><published>2003-07-27T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T15:08:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The I Can't Funeral by Author Unknown Donna's fourth grade classroom looked like many others I had seen in the past. The teacher's desk was in front and faced the students. The bulletin board featured student work. In most respects it appeared to be a typically traditional elementary classroom. Yet something seemed different that day I entered it for the first time. My job was to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934368378886850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934368378886850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934368378886850' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934355232567968</id><published>2003-07-27T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T15:05:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THREE RULES AT WAL-MART 1)  "The customer is the boss and you have to work really hard to respect that fact." 2)  "If you take everyone who's involved in the company and make him or her a partner in the business, rather than having any employer-employee relationships, you solve a big problem." 3)  "If you empower the people to actually make decisions and act in serving the customer, then it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934355232567968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934355232567968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934355232567968' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934345503150249</id><published>2003-07-27T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T15:04:15.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHOS "REALLY IMPORTANT" IN YOUR ORGANIZATION? A vice president at Southwest Airlines complained to CEO Herb Kelleher that he could never get in to see Mr. Kelleher. He said that Kelleher was always busy talking to mechanics, ticket agents, flight attendants, customers, etc. Kelleher responded by looking the disgruntled VP right in the eye and said, "Let me explain that to you very clearly: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934345503150249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934345503150249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934345503150249' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-10593430919510317</id><published>2003-07-27T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:58:11.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The average North American company spends35% of its operating costsdoing something over to correct problemscaused by errors in communication! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/10593430919510317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/10593430919510317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10593430919510317' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-10593430112460557</id><published>2003-07-27T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:56:51.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If 99.9% is good enough,then in the USA…. * 12 newborn babies will be given to the wrong parents each day * 114,500 mismatched pairs of shoes will be shipped/year * 18,322 pieces of mail will be mishandled every hour* 2,000,000 documents will be lost by the IRS this year * 2.5 million books will be shipped with the wrong covers * 315 entries in Webster's Dictionary will be misspelled * </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/10593430112460557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/10593430112460557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10593430112460557' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934289532428882</id><published>2003-07-27T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:54:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NINE FAMOUS IRISHMEN In the Young Irish Disorders of 1848, nine men were captured, tried and convicted of treason against HRH Queen Victoria and were sentenced to death. Their names were: Duffy, Meagher, McManus, Donahue, O'Gorman, Lyene, Ireland, McGee and Mitchell. Before passing sentence, the judge asked if they wished to say anything. Meagher spoke for all and said, "My Lord, this is our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934289532428882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934289532428882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934289532428882' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934278693309697</id><published>2003-07-27T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:53:06.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You think YOU have to make TOUGH DECISIONS? During World War II, with hard work and a great deal of luck, the British broke the secret code of the German High Command. Consequently, Prime Minister Winston Churchill and his generals knew, in advance, many of the Nazi's plans; particularly for bombing campaigns against England. When his intelligence officers told him of the Luftwaffe's plans to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934278693309697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934278693309697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934278693309697' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934269747021797</id><published>2003-07-27T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:51:37.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making Quick Decisions...A Major League fastball leaves the pitcher's hand about 55 feet from home plate, at a speed of 90+ miles per hour. The ball reaches the plate in 4/10 second. The hitter has 2/10 second to decide whether or not to swing and another 2/10 second (give or take a few 1/100 second) to execute the swing. The pitch is only "hitable" about two feet of its flight, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934269747021797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934269747021797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934269747021797' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934252314756957</id><published>2003-07-27T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:48:43.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PEOPLE THAT MATTER Most people think that being happy is what matters in life.  I do not agree, to "have mattered" that is what is important.  I want to "have mattered" when I assume room temperature.  I want to have made a difference. Who are these people that mattered?  Can you name five of the wealthiest people in the world?  Can you name five Heisman Trophy winners?  Do you recall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934252314756957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934252314756957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934252314756957' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934236398481194</id><published>2003-07-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:46:03.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO TIME TO DO THINGS?�There were only twenty-four hours in the day, just as now; but before he died, he accomplished the following:���Finished college in less than three years;��Admitted to the bar at the age of twenty-four;��Introduced crop rotation and terracing to the US;��Designed and built his own home;��Designed one of his country�s leading universities;��Designed the capital </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934236398481194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934236398481194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934236398481194' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105934208057403740</id><published>2003-07-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:41:20.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO TIME TO DO THINGS? There were only twenty-four hours in the day, just as now; but before he died, he accomplished the following: ·        Finished college in less than three years;·        Admitted to the bar at the age of twenty-four;·        Introduced crop rotation and terracing to the US;·        Designed and built his own home;·        Designed one of his country’s leading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934208057403740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105934208057403740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934208057403740' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105917687067869040</id><published>2003-07-25T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T16:47:50.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All I Ever Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. By: Robert Fulghum ------------------------------------------------------------------------Most of what I really need to know about how to live, and what to do, and how to be, I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at nursery school. These are the things I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105917687067869040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105917687067869040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105917687067869040' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105917621066412921</id><published>2003-07-25T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T16:36:50.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lessons from Geese Fact 1: As each goose flaps its wings it creates an "uplift" for the birds that follow. By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock adds 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew alone. Lesson 1: People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going quicker and easier because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105917621066412921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105917621066412921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105917621066412921' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105917412894837401</id><published>2003-07-25T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T16:02:08.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Special Teacher Years ago a John Hopkin's professor gave a group of graduate students this assignment: Go to the slums. Take 200 boys, between the ages of 12 and 16, and investigate their background and environment. Then predict their chances for the future.  The students, after consulting social statistics, talking to the boys, and compiling much data, concluded that 90 percent of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105917412894837401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105917412894837401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105917412894837401' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105900656608078592</id><published>2003-07-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T17:39:22.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The teacher is one who makes two ideas grow where only one grew before." *	Elbert Hubbard (1856-1915)*	American author, "A Message to Garcia"----------------"The teacher is one who makes two ideas grow where only one grew before." *	Elbert Hubbard (1856-1915)*	American author, "A Message to Garcia"----------------Chess teaches you to control the initial excitement you feel when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105900656608078592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105900656608078592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105900656608078592' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105900488321690460</id><published>2003-07-23T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T17:11:19.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A teacher is one who makes himself progressively unnecessary." *	Thomas Carruthers----------------"I've learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we sing Silent Night." *	Child Age 7*	A child's 'eye view'----------------"Rewards and punishments are the lowest form of education." *	Chuang-Tzu (4th century BC)*	Chinese philosopher, teacher----------------"The authority </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105900488321690460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105900488321690460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105900488321690460' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105897675618311827</id><published>2003-07-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T09:22:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. * Aristotle -------------------Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. * Bible --Proverbs 22:6 --------------------Never seem wiser, nor more learned, than the people you are with. Wear your learning, like your watch, in a private pocket: and do not merely pull it out and strike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105897675618311827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105897675618311827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105897675618311827' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105879967530610278</id><published>2003-07-21T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T08:01:15.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in the world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. (George Bernard Shaw )----------------------Leaders aren't born, they are made. And they are made just like anything else, through hard work. And that's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105879967530610278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105879967530610278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105879967530610278' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105879789508083369</id><published>2003-07-21T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T07:31:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagination is more important than knowledge.(Albert Einstein)----------------We tend to live up to our expectations. (Earl Nightingale)----------------I never expect to lose. Even when I'm the underdog, I still prepare a victory speech. (H. Jackson Brown, Jr.)----------------Believe and act as if it were impossible to fail. (Charles Kettering)----------------High expectations</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105879789508083369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105879789508083369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105879789508083369' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105873550630015776</id><published>2003-07-20T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T14:11:46.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I respect faith, but doubt is what gets you an education." - Wilson Mizner --------------------Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too. - Voltaire --------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105873550630015776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105873550630015776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105873550630015776' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105872481843423969</id><published>2003-07-20T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T11:13:38.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE COLOR PURPLE (a true story)The kindergarten teacher was very concerned thatone of her new students would only use the colorpurple at the art workstation. After discussion withher fellow teachers they recommended that the childbe send for consuling since the color purple suggestedsome macabre thoughts.The school counselor took the young man into hisoffice and carefully began his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105872481843423969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105872481843423969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105872481843423969' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105872433260563523</id><published>2003-07-20T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T11:05:32.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time you stop a school, you will have to build a jail. What you gain at one end you lose at the other. It's like feeding a dog on his own tail. It won't fatten the dog.- Speech 11/23/1900 Mark Twain---------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105872433260563523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105872433260563523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105872433260563523' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105871059895642497</id><published>2003-07-20T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T07:16:38.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHO WON?An instructor of Latin at a private boarding schoolwould periodically hold debates among his studentsin the ancient language.He noticed that frequently the custodian would sitin the back of his classroom and listen to the studentdebates. Presuming that the man spoke Latin he approached him and offered a greeting in Latin.The custodian looked as him confused. The teacher</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105871059895642497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105871059895642497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105871059895642497' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105870679466470270</id><published>2003-07-20T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T06:13:14.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts. (Sign hanging in Einstein's office at Princeton) ----------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105870679466470270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105870679466470270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105870679466470270' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105870679363514632</id><published>2003-07-20T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T06:13:13.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts. (Sign hanging in Einstein's office at Princeton) ----------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105870679363514632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105870679363514632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105870679363514632' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105866050028758496</id><published>2003-07-19T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T17:21:40.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WAY.....People always ask how to follow Tao. It is as easy and natural as the heron standing in the water. The bird moves when it must; it does not move when stillness is appropriate. The secret of its serenity is a type of vigilance, a contemplative state. The heron is not in mere dumbness or sleep. It knows a lucid stillness. It stands unmoving in the flow of the water. It gazes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105866050028758496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105866050028758496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105866050028758496' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105866026916488622</id><published>2003-07-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T17:17:49.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOTIVATION.....There were two warring tribes in the Andes, one that lived in the lowlands and the other high in the mountains. The mountain people invaded the lowlanders one day, and as part of their plundering of the people, they kidnapped a baby of one of the lowlander families and took the infant with them back up into the mountains. The lowlanders didn't know how to climb the mountain. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105866026916488622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105866026916488622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105866026916488622' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105865946290753791</id><published>2003-07-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T17:04:22.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There is I.Q. - and I WILL."---------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865946290753791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865946290753791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865946290753791' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105865915606038302</id><published>2003-07-19T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:59:15.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When we teach a child to draw, we teach him to see.  When we teach a child to play a musical instrument, we teach her how to listen.  When we teach a child to dance, we teach him how to move through life with grace.  When we teach a child to read and write, we teach her how to think.  When we nurture imagination, we create a better world, one child at a time.- Jane Alexander, Imagine----------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865915606038302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865915606038302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865915606038302' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105865903300458440</id><published>2003-07-19T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:57:12.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confucius said, "Hear…and forget. See…and remember. Do…and understand."---------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865903300458440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865903300458440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865903300458440' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105865890681625324</id><published>2003-07-19T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:55:22.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learning is experience.  Everything else is just information.-Albert Einstein------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865890681625324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865890681625324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865890681625324' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105865860698621940</id><published>2003-07-19T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:50:06.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Much Education Can Get You Killed....It was the time of the French Revolution and three people were arrested as enemies of the people. One was a priest, another a lawyer and the last an engineer.They led the three men out to the guillotine and first placed the priest in the stock and pulled the lever. The blade thundered down the rack and stuck just before it severed the priest's head. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865860698621940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865860698621940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865860698621940' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105865771152365469</id><published>2003-07-19T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:35:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A True Story....(Making your X in life)Henry Ford was noted for his frugality as well as hisgiant industrial contructions.During the 1930's Ford constructed a mile longfactory in Dearborn Michigan to manufacturerhis automobiles.As the factory neared completion Ford had athousand workers at their posts ready for production.Because the factory was so large it requiredits own dynamo (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865771152365469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865771152365469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865771152365469' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105865600560040657</id><published>2003-07-19T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:06:45.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marking Time.....If you ever have the opportunity to visit the DearbornFord Museum try to visit the Edison exhibits.In his labratory there is a clock which has no hands.As the guide remarked: "Edison always believed that it was important to keep time by your accomplishmentsand not minutes and hours of the day."(true for all of us....)-----------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865600560040657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865600560040657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865600560040657' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105865580515842401</id><published>2003-07-19T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:03:25.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Way Do We Go From Here?(Alice in Wonderland)As Alice along the garden road she came to a fork."Which way shall I go from here she said?"The Cheshire cat looked down from his branch and said:"Where do you want to go?""I don't know" she said.Then, it doesn't matter which road you take.(A good starter story to remind us it is importantto have a sense of direction with our lives.)--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865580515842401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105865580515842401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865580515842401' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105864098741716906</id><published>2003-07-19T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:56:27.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1923 Elementary School Teacher Requirements-----------------------------This article appeared in the Utah County Journal outlining some of the agreements in a 1923 elementary school teacher's contract for female teachers teaching in Payson City, Utah.1.  Teacher is not to get married.  This contract becomes null and void if teacher marries.2.  Teacher is not to keep the company of men.3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105864098741716906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105864098741716906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105864098741716906' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105864093089450224</id><published>2003-07-19T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:55:30.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>------------------------------------------------------------Are You A TRUE Elementary School Teacher? Let's Find Out:  1. Do you ask guests if they have remembered their scarves and mittens as they leave your home?  2. Do you move your dinner partner's glass away from the edge of the table?  3. Do you ask if anyone needs to go to the bathroom as you enter a theater with a group of friends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105864093089450224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105864093089450224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105864093089450224' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595102.post-105863990621417790</id><published>2003-07-19T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:38:26.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--------------The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. Kathy said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the pickup when we hit a bump in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105863990621417790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595102/posts/default/105863990621417790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teacherblogger.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105863990621417790' title=''/><author><name>Kent Forrest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
