<?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-8788519418131628847</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:41:11.500-05:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='explanations'/><category term='homework'/><category term='help desk'/><category term='communication with kids'/><category term='embarrasing situations'/><category term='behavior'/><category term='healthy body'/><category term='grooming'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='communication with parents'/><category term='communication with teachers'/><category term='self expression'/><category term='school days'/><category term='skin care'/><title type='text'>Ask Aunt Jen</title><subtitle type='html'>the guide to enjoying life in middle school</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-5729283430650122722</id><published>2009-01-11T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:52:00.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>join in</title><content type='html'>About half of the school year has gone by.  Have you joined any clubs or sports or activities?  It's a good time to try something new.  You know, new year, new club, new sport... Did you make a resolution to make more friends?  Check if your school's having a play and try out for a part or help with the stage crew plus they'll need scene builders and artists.  Are there winter or spring intramurals you could try?  What about chorus?  Are you killer at rock band?  Maybe you can learn to play an actual instrument with actual music.  That would be cool.  Look around and see if there's anything to try.  Maybe you could start an anime club or a fashion club.  New year, new club, new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-5729283430650122722?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5729283430650122722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=5729283430650122722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5729283430650122722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5729283430650122722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/join-in.html' title='join in'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-4959887786204814739</id><published>2009-01-08T18:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:54:45.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><title type='text'>tell on yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SWagBMkFCII/AAAAAAAAAIw/-RIFQqpBWj8/s1600-h/laptop"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289090754806089858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SWagBMkFCII/AAAAAAAAAIw/-RIFQqpBWj8/s320/laptop" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possible crisis: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're using a laptop at school. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that's not the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're typing a project on the laptop. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that's not the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you lean over to help your neighbor with spelling. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;not the problem.&lt;/span&gt; (although sometimes you can get in trouble for that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;while you were leaning over a key popped off the laptop. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;could be a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you toss the loose key on the floor. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ooooh bad idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you try to conceal the key behind the table leg on the floor. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you log off the laptop and put it away. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you head out to your next class. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the guilt isn't too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;attention... here comes the problem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next kid wants to use the laptop you had but it's missing a key. that kid tells the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;. the teacher investigates and discovers YOU had the laptop last period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;teacher calls you from Spanish class to come to the library where the laptop sits without a key. you walk really slowly thinking about your lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best course of action here is to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tell on yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not kidding. The teacher is only going to get angrier the more you lie. You're caught. Take your punishment quietly. Say you're sorry for breaking the key. Say you should have told on yourself right away. Say you're sorry for trying to hide the broken piece. Say that you just got really worried and kind of panicked. Look sorry. a tiny tear in the corner of your eye would be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you decide not to tell on yourself but go with the lies then the problem will just grow and the punishment will grow, too. Your principal will be notified that you damaged expensive school property. Your parents will be notified that they have a large computer repair bill. You may lose computer privileges at school. This can get way bigger that you want it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People mess up. We learn to take the consequences and don't mess up that way again. usually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-4959887786204814739?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4959887786204814739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=4959887786204814739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/4959887786204814739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/4959887786204814739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/tell-on-yourself.html' title='tell on yourself'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SWagBMkFCII/AAAAAAAAAIw/-RIFQqpBWj8/s72-c/laptop' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-5974468054821004890</id><published>2009-01-07T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:32:40.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>purple pants?</title><content type='html'>Can you picture a really tall 8th grade boy who came to school wearing &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bright purple&lt;/span&gt; skinny jeans?  He's also wearing a black and white belt, bright yellow t-shirt with green swirls and his shoes match the shirt...  Is this a fashion forward guy setting trends or an unfortunate fashion failure who should return that outfit to the store?  &lt;br /&gt;Picture a girl who is wearing a brand new sweater dress that's cute but too small for her body so she looks kind of lumpy even though she's not? &lt;br /&gt;This time of year is like a fashion show at school.  We get to see all kinds new and unique outfits - some cool, some scary, some hilarious.  Lots of kids (and teachers) get clothes for Christmas and other holidays then can't wait to wear the new stuff to school.  Look around this week.  See if you agree with the fashion risks some kids are willing to take.  Maybe you're trying out some new fashion looks, too.  Have fun with your clothes and be nice to that kid in the purple pants by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; singing &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt; the dinosaur songs.  Who knows, the purple thing might catch on and we'll all be wearing them next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-5974468054821004890?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5974468054821004890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=5974468054821004890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5974468054821004890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5974468054821004890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/purple-pants.html' title='purple pants?'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-4970698349529460053</id><published>2009-01-05T17:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:21:07.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><title type='text'>bad words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SWKUAh2RAJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/A2k1GQtYlsM/s1600-h/curse+words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287951649293271186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SWKUAh2RAJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/A2k1GQtYlsM/s200/curse+words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever hear a teacher drop a bad word on a class or a kid? Was it an accident or on purpose? Is the teacher angry a lot or does he just have a problem with potty mouth?&lt;br /&gt;See if you can tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;examples:&lt;br /&gt;a. Hey everyone, clean up your sh.... I mean clean up your papers because this class period is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;b, Hey everyone, clean up your sh.... sheets of paper because this class period is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;c. Hey everyone, clean up your shit and get out of my room right now!&lt;br /&gt;d. Hey (insert name of naughty kid), take your shit and get out of my room right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's discuss.&lt;br /&gt;a. I think this was an accident. Teacher might have a slightly red face and really doesn't mean to curse at the class.&lt;br /&gt;b. I think this was also a slip of the tongue but the teacher smoothly covered it up with another SH word. Clever.&lt;br /&gt;c. This looks like an angry moment. Teachers can sometimes be pushed over the politeness and patience edge. Can't get in trouble for this one. Not the best choice of words though.&lt;br /&gt;d. A teacher has lost professional control here. Cursing directly at one student is not acceptable behavior for teachers. They are human and do occasionally make mistakes. They don't take guns to clubs and shoot themselves in the leg and have to miss the rest of the school year!&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do if your teacher drops a bad word?  It's up to you.  If it happens often (and it &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;) you can talk to your parents about it.  You could also talk to a guidance counselor or another teacher you trust and tell them that the cursing is starting to bother you.  It's ok to talk about it.  The teacher might not realize that the bad words are getting out of control.  You deserve to have happy school days, not stressful ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-4970698349529460053?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4970698349529460053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=4970698349529460053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/4970698349529460053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/4970698349529460053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-words.html' title='bad words'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SWKUAh2RAJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/A2k1GQtYlsM/s72-c/curse+words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-4931532896586194716</id><published>2008-11-21T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:53:10.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with parents'/><title type='text'>holiday parties</title><content type='html'>Are you looking forward to spending quality time away from school? Are you ready for some parties?  Will your family parties be fun or dull? Are your friends having any parties you can look forward to?  It's time to think about how to handle yourself at these parties.  With a little preparation, you'll be able to survive &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nosey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; questions from Aunt Lisa and Uncle Dave's same old jokes.  What will you do when you're not eating turkey or pie?  Are you interesting?  Do you have any funny stories to tell? Will you be forced to play with the little kids?  What if you're the littlest kid in the house and they still treat you like you're 8?&lt;br /&gt;Calm down.  I don't want to put you into panic mode.  Let's start with family parties.  You probably know everyone at the party so you don't have to worry about impressing new people.  What will you talk about?  It's ok to plan ahead and think of a funny story to tell when someone asks you what's going on at school.  Maybe you're trying out for a winter sport or the spring musical.  You could talk about tryouts and what kind of stuff you had to do.  think of details that make your stories interesting to adults.  Tell about difficult drills or funny things the coach does if a kid does something wrong.  Try asking questions, too.  You don't always have to be the one answering stuff.  Ask your Uncle if he played any school sports?  Did they have cuts?  Did they have to wear those crazy short-shorts with tall socks?  Did they do any of the same drills that you're learning now? &lt;br /&gt;If you're not into sports then maybe you have another fun activity you like to do.  Can you bring along your bead box or favorite scrap book?  Show your family something about yourself and dont' forget to ask about their interests, too.  did they vote for the President?  Did they feel happy or sad about the winners?  Why, exactly do they have that opinion and do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't want you to do at the parties is.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;text&lt;/span&gt;.  Be at the party.  Be fun and talk to the people at the party.  Do not sit in the corner and text.  It's boring.  It makes you look like you don't like anyone at the party.  Ok, maybe you don't like anyone at the party.  fake it.  stay off your phone and get to know the people around you. &lt;br /&gt;Have some more pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-4931532896586194716?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4931532896586194716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=4931532896586194716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/4931532896586194716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/4931532896586194716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-parties.html' title='holiday parties'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-8412221110966461946</id><published>2008-11-20T17:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:11:28.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with parents'/><title type='text'>they hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SSXulbKQPuI/AAAAAAAAAII/emdY5T-_69Y/s1600-h/record+player"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270881265620369122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SSXulbKQPuI/AAAAAAAAAII/emdY5T-_69Y/s200/record+player" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're just hangin out listening to some music. Music you like. You feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: turn that down. It's too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: I'm just listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: I shouldn't be able to hear it through your headphones. Now turn it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: OK. FINE. Now I can't even listen to good music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: That's not good music. It's just crap with kids screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: This is the best music ever. It's a lot better than your stupid music from ancient times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: What? My music is still great today. You have no idea what good music is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: Right, on the OLDIES stations. Do you even know any of the artists I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: um, Carrie Underwood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: ok, Aerosmith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: eeeewwwwwhhhh. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: ok, then who do you think is so great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: (it doesn't matter what you say here unless your parent watches MTV with you, she will probably not know your music at all and thus, HATES it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: well, what's the song about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Parent&lt;/span&gt;: Why are you listening to that? You're too young to date and fall in love anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;: You can't be serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation has been taking place for a long, long time. Parents hate their kids' music. It's kind of a rule of nature. Parents hated Elvis when teenagers thought he was awesome. His dancing was way too sexual. Parents hated Chubby Checker because his music was too sexually suggestive. Parents despised the Beatles with their LONG HAIR and crazy romantic songs. They hated AC/DC, Kiss, Rolling Stones, Jackson 5, Rap. When RUN DMC started rapping parents thought it was ridiculous talking that was so stupid it would be gone in 5 minutes. They were so wrong. I could go on naming new kinds of music and parents who hated it. Yes, they hated it all.&lt;br /&gt;It's just how things are in this world. Next time your parents start getting mad about your music, try turning the conversation around. Ask what your dad listened to when he was a teenager? Did his dad like it? What about your grandpa? Ask him what he listened to and if HIS dad liked it? Listen to what you like and if it's too loud, just turn it down for a while but keep listening. Remember this conversation when you're the parent! Rock on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-8412221110966461946?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8412221110966461946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=8412221110966461946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/8412221110966461946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/8412221110966461946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-hate-it.html' title='they hate it'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SSXulbKQPuI/AAAAAAAAAII/emdY5T-_69Y/s72-c/record+player' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-97707656232380023</id><published>2008-11-14T16:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:52:03.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>not at the table</title><content type='html'>The cell phone, while it is a very important part of our lives, does not belong at the table.  Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner. I know it's a wild idea!  Let me explain.  When people are using the phone during meals, it makes me feel like whatever I might want to talk about is not important.  If you're having lunch with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;, please talk to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;.  Your other friends who are on the phone can wait.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, you just give them a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BRB&lt;/span&gt; message then get back to them a little later.  Please try to let your phone have a rest during meals.  I'm serious and it's just bad manners if you don't.  Talk to the people you're sitting with.  Ask a question about something.  have a conversation with your family.  Smile. Laugh. Have a nice, relaxing meal and eat your broccoli, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-97707656232380023?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/97707656232380023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=97707656232380023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/97707656232380023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/97707656232380023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-at-table.html' title='not at the table'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-6318958324615019744</id><published>2008-11-13T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:35:45.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with parents'/><title type='text'>no, not the phone</title><content type='html'>What's the first thing that gets taken away when you're grounded?  If it's your cell phone, join the club.  lots of parents cut off the phone as soon as your report card has one tiny D.  How can you be expected to communicate with anyone without a cell phone? Who lives in this world without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;?  What did kids do 5 years ago? Talk in person?  Talk on the home phone where people could actually hear what's being said? that's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;! Why do parents go right for the phone? It's really not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how adults look at this problem...&lt;br /&gt;1. They expect you to get good grades and it seems like you spend more time on your phone than studying or doing any kind of school work.&lt;br /&gt;2. That phone cost a lot to buy and a lot more every month for service.&lt;br /&gt;3. They look at it as a privilege for you to use a phone of your own.  Keep in mind that when they were teenagers, there was probably one phone in the house and it was in the kitchen on a really long cord. that's right, not even wireless. So, any time the family wanted to use the phone, anyone in the house could listen to what was going on. they had no privacy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Adults worry about teens having too much privacy because there could be stuff going on in your life that they know nothing about. They don't like that feeling. Adults who love you want to know who you're talking to and what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;My advice is to take your punishment. You don't have to like it.  Also, spend some time doing school work at home where your parents can see you working.  Knowing that you're trying to do better will give them the idea that you care about your education.  After you do some work, ask about their technology back in the day.  They didn't even have VCRs when they were little. Crazy, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-6318958324615019744?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6318958324615019744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=6318958324615019744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/6318958324615019744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/6318958324615019744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-not-phone.html' title='no, not the phone'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-3653820529190206147</id><published>2008-11-12T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:11:49.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>rowdy boys</title><content type='html'>Ok girls, let's talk about boys! Did you notice that middle school boys are always shoving each other? into lockers, into walls, down steps, up steps, in the cafeteria? Why are they so rough? What's the point of trying to hurt other kids? Boys are trying to get your attention! They think girls will be impressed with big strong guys who are tougher than other guys. Sometimes they run wildly through crowds of people.  They shove and trip other guys so you will notice them and their big muscles. LOL. Lots of middle school guys are still pretty small. They haven't hit that exciting time of puberty. Just wait. Soon those tiny little boys who want you to be impressed because they can shove people will be actual big, strong guys with actual muscles. You'll want to hug them. Until then, and I'm talking about 9th and 10th grade, just watch and laugh. That's all they need. Those poor little guys are not ready for serious releationships. Soon, girls. Give them a couple years. Have fun watching them grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-3653820529190206147?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3653820529190206147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=3653820529190206147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3653820529190206147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3653820529190206147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/rowdy-boys.html' title='rowdy boys'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-668805670962450734</id><published>2008-11-11T17:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:38:59.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>screaming girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SRoTHr-g6yI/AAAAAAAAAHI/giA1sQrjwlg/s1600-h/screaming+girls.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267543736948157218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SRoTHr-g6yI/AAAAAAAAAHI/giA1sQrjwlg/s200/screaming+girls.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey boys, do you know why so many middle school girls are screaming? at the bus stops, in the halls, at their lockers, at stores, at parks? Do you know? It's to get your attention. They scream so boys will notice them. The more they scream stuff, and who knows what they're saying it doesn't really matter, the more they like you. So what should you do? Look around. Listen. See if you might like any of those screaming cuties. You might start by saying HI. She might want to study together. Or text you. She might want to be your myspace friend. Get to know some stuff about her. The nicer you are, the more she will stop screaming to get your attention. Have fun and be friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-668805670962450734?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/668805670962450734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=668805670962450734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/668805670962450734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/668805670962450734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/screaming-girls.html' title='screaming girls'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SRoTHr-g6yI/AAAAAAAAAHI/giA1sQrjwlg/s72-c/screaming+girls.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-975505641294863036</id><published>2008-11-06T21:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:15:03.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>stop making stuff up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SROyngBNSFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LP0aVtW636g/s1600-h/broken+pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265748781005883474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SROyngBNSFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LP0aVtW636g/s200/broken+pencil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. don't live in imaginaryville. That's when you do something that you probably shouldn't have done. You get caught. You claim you didn't do anything. Let's picture this scene, played hundreds of times in middle schools around the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: ok class, take out your book and turn to page 95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: take brand new yellow pencil and karate chop it into bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: what was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: I see broken pencil bits all over your desk and the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: I didnt do it. that was here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Are you kidding me? I just heard the pencil get karate chopped. It was your hand chopping. Look, there are bits on your leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: no, they must have fallen off the desk because I didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Stop acting like you didn't break that brand new pencil because you did it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: what pencil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;other kids&lt;/span&gt;: ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: GGGRRRR I'm getting really upset with your behavior. clean up that mess and turn to page 95 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: I don't want to get splinters.&lt;br /&gt;This scene can go on and on for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I call it living in imaginaryville. You know that you chopped the pencil. Everyone in the room knows you chopped the pencil. It takes a lot of patience for a teacher to listen to your LIES without wanting to put you in a sleeper hold so you stop talking and interrupting the lesson on page 95. Part of growing up is telling the truth about stupid stuff you did. Accept the consequences. Clean up the pencil bits. Turn to the page in your book and stop torturing the teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-975505641294863036?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/975505641294863036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=975505641294863036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/975505641294863036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/975505641294863036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-making-stuff-up.html' title='stop making stuff up'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SROyngBNSFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LP0aVtW636g/s72-c/broken+pencil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-5382556284346324065</id><published>2008-11-03T19:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:22:32.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>Monday morning issues</title><content type='html'>You know, teachers are only human.  They can help you with a lot of stuff but they can't do everything. Picture this scene...&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you went out on Halloween night. You and your friends were having fun. It was nice weather. Everyone was outside and happy and eating candy. Then some rowdy kids came around. They started throwing candy. at you. at your friends. somehow hard things, maybe rocks, got mixed in with the candy. It hit you and it hurt. You yell something at the mean kids then you and your friends go somewhere else. Mean kids left. You came back out to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;ff to Monday morning. School. Those mean kids go to your school. One of them is in your science class. Mean kid is such a jerk and brings up hitting you and your friends with soft candy corn. Mean kid says you acted like a baby because candy can't hurt anyone. You are big and smart so you ignore the mean kid. but meany won't let it go. Meany keeps saying stuff about Friday night. Finally you want to punch that kid. You don't of course, but you DO start to YELL at meany to SHUT UP and GET AWAY FROM ME!  Now, Mr. Science teacher hears this commotion while you're supposed to be learning about cell structure but there is clearly something else going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's consider that scene from the teacher's point of view: mean kid won't give up on saying stupid stuff. You're getting madder by the moment and louder, too. Teacher is just trying to help you learn but now he has to hear all about the candy corn and the rocks and the stupid stuff that mean kid said and did. Keep in mind this is all during science class. on Monday. He's not in the mood for drama. He wants you to learn the science lesson.  You and meany have made a big scene and now he has to deal with a problem that has nothing to do with school or him or science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-5382556284346324065?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5382556284346324065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=5382556284346324065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5382556284346324065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5382556284346324065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-morning-issues.html' title='Monday morning issues'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-6953700311001978879</id><published>2008-10-27T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:43:16.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>want some gum?</title><content type='html'>gum.  scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;boy chewing gum in school. (You should know that this school does not allow gum.)&lt;br /&gt;girl asks boy for a piece of gum.&lt;br /&gt;boy says sure.  gets out a square of gum.&lt;br /&gt;girl holds out her hand.&lt;br /&gt;boy presses gum against girl's chest. lets go. attempts to watch gum slide down her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;girl catches gum before it goes down too far.&lt;br /&gt;girl's face is red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gum. scene 2.&lt;br /&gt;teacher witnessed scene 1. &lt;br /&gt;teacher tells boy that putting gum against girl's chest is not appropriate school behavior.&lt;br /&gt;boy says, "what? I was just giving her a piece of gum."&lt;br /&gt;teacher says, "ok, can I have a piece? You'll put it in my hand, right? Not against my chest?"&lt;br /&gt;boy says, "yeah." looks down. feels sorry that he was caught acting rude.&lt;br /&gt;girl dashes off to class, glad that the boy knows what he did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gum. scene 3.&lt;br /&gt;boy begs teacher not to call his home to discuss his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;boy says he's doing really well this year and he promises to treat girls nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrap up:&lt;br /&gt;boys, girls do not want you to touch their chest during school. ever. don't snap their bras. don't touch their butts either.&lt;br /&gt;girls, you don't have to accept that kind of treatment.  let boys know that you won't put up with them trying to look down your shirt or touch you in ways they shouldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-6953700311001978879?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6953700311001978879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=6953700311001978879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/6953700311001978879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/6953700311001978879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/want-some-gum.html' title='want some gum?'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-8411691242529787014</id><published>2008-10-08T17:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:46:17.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explanations'/><title type='text'>principals are for???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SO6z0W9YKMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G3gWwDQehbU/s1600-h/principal+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SO6z0W9YKMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G3gWwDQehbU/s200/principal+sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255335527285532866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering what Principals do all day? They have big offices. They have secretaries. They can be found wandering all around the school. They come in early. They stay at school later than most people. Yeah, so why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Think of the principal as the school manager. They are in charge of the building. Principals interview new teachers who want a job in your school. The principal makes decisions about the school schedule, lunch times, number of kids in your class and even which teachers you will have for science, math, reading and other subjects. Principals also handle lots of problems. They spend hours on the phone with parents, deal with discipline of kids, transportation issues, health emergencies and fire drills. The principal is also the boss of all the teachers. She's in charge of making sure the teachers are doing their best and following school rules and getting to work on time and filling in proper paperwork. Principals also make decisions about how the school spends it's money. They order text books, paper, computers, crayons, pencils, library books and basketballs. Think of all the supplies and furniture like chairs and desks. Principals had to choose all that stuff. Assemblies, activities, clubs, sports, and even dances have to be approved by the principal. &lt;br /&gt;How can one person do all that work? Each principal has at least 2 college degrees and special training to learn how to be the leader of a school. They attend lots of meetings with other principals and school leaders to plan the best education for you. It's a big job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-8411691242529787014?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8411691242529787014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=8411691242529787014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/8411691242529787014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/8411691242529787014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/principals-are-for.html' title='principals are for???'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SO6z0W9YKMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G3gWwDQehbU/s72-c/principal+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-7931381912343279196</id><published>2008-10-06T19:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:44:10.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what are teachers doing all day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOqhZz1RB7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/DZ4OiKSrLTM/s1600-h/inservice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOqhZz1RB7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/DZ4OiKSrLTM/s200/inservice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254189380063528882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how schools have teacher in-service days? Kids stay home. Teachers work. What are they doing all day without any students? Who are they teaching? We know the kids try to sleep in, text, play, eat, hang out. Teachers are learning to be better teachers. I'm not kidding. They have meetings about how to motivate the kids who don't like school. They learn how to create better lessons. They have guest speakers from other states who teach them the best stuff that works with their kids. They listen to powerpoint presentations and take notes. They work on stuff in small groups.  Sometimes teachers learn about better ways to communicate with your parents about things that happen at school. They talk about books. They are always learning and trying to do better. for YOU. Teachers also get to each lunch together without grading papers. They might even go out to a restaurant! and laugh together. on a school day. wow. That's what happens when you're not at school but the teachers are working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-7931381912343279196?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7931381912343279196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=7931381912343279196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/7931381912343279196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/7931381912343279196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-teachers-doing-all-day.html' title='what are teachers doing all day?'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOqhZz1RB7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/DZ4OiKSrLTM/s72-c/inservice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-5958984019109724568</id><published>2008-10-05T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:54:15.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explanations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self expression'/><title type='text'>why homecoming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOqW6jqdF0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/E2z8IjmtCsc/s1600-h/homecoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOqW6jqdF0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/E2z8IjmtCsc/s200/homecoming.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254177848030992194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's homecoming all about, you ask?  Well let's break down the word... in reverse order.  coming home.  That's the point.  Your school is welcoming the old people who have already graduated to come home. visit.  see old friends, like the 1978 state soccer champions.  The graduates could be out of school just one year or lots and lots of years. The idea is to see friends, check out what's new at the school, maybe even see some old teachers. Some schools have a festival and parade and even crown a king and queen.  Kids in school make posters to advertise the candidates for king and queen then vote for the winners, who are announced during a sporting event.  it's usually football but there's no law about that. Each school makes it's own traditions.  Think of it as a big school reunion. You should go.  Eat. Smile. Bring confetti. Laugh with your friends. Watch the oldsters laugh, too. Then come back to your home after you graduate.  Be an oldster.  Watch the kids play.  Remember the fun you had back in the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-5958984019109724568?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5958984019109724568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=5958984019109724568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5958984019109724568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5958984019109724568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming.html' title='why homecoming?'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOqW6jqdF0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/E2z8IjmtCsc/s72-c/homecoming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-1389163330685439307</id><published>2008-10-02T16:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:56:04.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>clips and polish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOU0JBrBM9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ALcC6-d8oKk/s1600-h/tokio-hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOU0JBrBM9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ALcC6-d8oKk/s200/tokio-hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252661870069887954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the guys from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokio_Hotel"&gt;tokio hotel&lt;/a&gt;. see nail polish? unusual hair? &lt;br /&gt;Middle school students like to experiment.  On themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;Office supplies as jewelry.  Nail polish on boys. New hair colors. Black lip gloss. New kinds of outfits. &lt;br /&gt;I say go for it.  There are not a lot of adults who can go to work wearing paper clip earrings.  Not many business men can wear purple nail polish to their meetings.  American workers are not encouraged to have orange blue and green stripes in their hair.  Generally shades of red and pink lip gloss are accepted, but only on the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Middle school is about the only time in our lives when we can test these things.  It's all part of deciding who you are and who you want to become. Kids will let you know if your experiment is a success or a failure.  Your teachers may have some input there, too. Yeah and parents might not like all the experiments either. trying on different clothes and accessories helps you decide what you actually like. It might be different from what everyone else likes right now. Each school has limits about exposed skin and "disruptive clothing that interferes with the learning process" but it's perfectly natural to want to try out other looks for yourself. If you can't dress the way you want to at school, then wait for nights and weekends. I don't want you to get suspended for disobeying the rules. Also, next time you see a kid wearing something unusual and interesting, let it go.  He's just expressing his inner scientist or rock star or dancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-1389163330685439307?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1389163330685439307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=1389163330685439307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/1389163330685439307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/1389163330685439307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/clips-and-polish.html' title='clips and polish'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOU0JBrBM9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ALcC6-d8oKk/s72-c/tokio-hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-8820828737167763145</id><published>2008-10-01T22:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:25:31.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>pop quiz today</title><content type='html'>It's October. There's a pop quiz today.  It's about school and you can grade yourself.  I hope you're feeling comfortable in your classes and around the school.  &lt;br /&gt;How can you tell?  Try this false / true quiz!&lt;br /&gt;1. I know my schedule without checking it very much. F or T&lt;br /&gt;2. Teachers smile at me and know my name. F or T&lt;br /&gt;3. My lunch table is fun.  I usually like going to lunch.  F or T&lt;br /&gt;4. I have not missed any homework assignments.  Well, maybe one.  F or T&lt;br /&gt;5. I could show a new student how to get to the nurse or library.  F or T&lt;br /&gt;6. My locker is pretty clean and I can find stuff in there.  F or T&lt;br /&gt;7. School starts early but I'm getting there on time every day.  F or T&lt;br /&gt;8. There are nice kids in the hallways.  F or T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add up your results. False____  True ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-2 false. You're off to a very good start.  You have adjusted well to life in middle school.  Keep making new friends. Invite a quiet kid to join your lunch table.&lt;br /&gt;3-5 false.  You're doing pretty well but there is some room for improvement. Are you looking at the floor or daydreaming? Sit up straight in class. Pick one thing that was false and see if you can change it to true this month. Is there a club or activity you could join to make some new friends?  &lt;br /&gt;6-8 false. Life in middle school can be stressful. Lots of things can distract us from having a good day at school. If you're having trouble finding anything good about your school then you should probably talk to someone about it. Parents, teachers, guidance counselor, gym teachers.. just pick someone nice and start talking about why school days are dragging you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have good days and boring days and fun days and terrible days. The secret is to learn from the bad and enjoy the good.  Have a happy day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-8820828737167763145?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8820828737167763145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=8820828737167763145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/8820828737167763145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/8820828737167763145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/pop-quiz-today.html' title='pop quiz today'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-658711602142891291</id><published>2008-09-27T12:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:27:42.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>party problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOQ_oUBsmWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/32BTE7dsu3U/s1600-h/Teen_Lake_Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOQ_oUBsmWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/32BTE7dsu3U/s200/Teen_Lake_Party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252393027223984482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're having a party.  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;You're allowed to invite friends. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit on the friends. OK.&lt;br /&gt;Mom says only 5 friends. OK.&lt;br /&gt;Your list of best friends is 8. PROBLEM!&lt;br /&gt;Now what will you do?  You want a fun party with friends but you don't want to hurt anyone's feelings if they're not invited.&lt;br /&gt;First check with your parents to see if you could add a couple more people.  If they say yes then everything's ok.  No?  Ok, on to plan B.  Ask if you could have a shorter party but invite 8 friends.  plan C. Ask if you could have the party outside at a park or playground and invite 8 friends.  plan D. maybe you want to go lower, have a smaller party and just have 2 friends.  sometimes managing a lot of friends at one party can be stressful, if you know what I mean.  Your party should be easy and fun and happy.  You want kids who are nice to eachother.  Kids who are nice to you.  Kids who like going to parties to have fun and celebrate.  Look forward to the party and have lots of fun that day.  Kids will understand that you can't invite everyone you know to every party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-658711602142891291?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/658711602142891291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=658711602142891291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/658711602142891291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/658711602142891291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/party-problem.html' title='party problem'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SOQ_oUBsmWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/32BTE7dsu3U/s72-c/Teen_Lake_Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-3267278816913847821</id><published>2008-09-18T20:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:47:48.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with parents'/><title type='text'>oh no, parent - teacher night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SNL5f6jpj_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BSAfIlZVzds/s1600-h/embarrassed+dev.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247530842530090994" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SNL5f6jpj_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BSAfIlZVzds/s320/embarrassed+dev.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your dad so embarrassing that if he goes to parent teacher night something terrible will happen? What if he tells one of his stupid fart jokes to your teacher? What if he actually farts in school? What if the teacher hears it? or smells it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I don't think you can ever go back to school again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads and teachers get along just fine. Of course, your dad might say something funny. Parents and teachers communicate differently than kids and teachers. Your teacher will think your dad is a happy, funny guy if he tells a dumb joke. Adults like that kind of stuff. The teacher will like your dad, too. When your teacher says, "hey I met your dad last night" and starts to smile, you'll know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; cool. Ask if he did anything embarrassing. Say that you've heard all his crazy jokes a million times. Be proud that your dad took the time to go to school and meet your teachers. He wants to be sure that they are awesome people who are taking good care of you all day. which they are, of course.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; if he stands out in the teacher's mind as a funny person. Now if he was telling secrets about your stuffed animal collection.... or your special blanket that you've loved since you were born.... that's quite different. He would never do that. I hope.  Don't get stressed about parent - teacher night. Let them meet each other. They all want you to do your best and be a smart, happy kid. Enjoy the attention. Have a great day at school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-3267278816913847821?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3267278816913847821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=3267278816913847821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3267278816913847821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3267278816913847821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-no-parent-teacher-night.html' title='oh no, parent - teacher night'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SNL5f6jpj_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BSAfIlZVzds/s72-c/embarrassed+dev.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-6373165250697280613</id><published>2008-09-15T20:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:25:46.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>what's so funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aunt Jen, kids in my class were laughing at a joke but I didn't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you should just laugh along with them. Fake it. Smile.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel good when other people are laughing and you're not! Hey, it's not personal. They're &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; laughing about something funny, not about you. That's good. You want to hang out with happy kids. Funny kids are.... um, funny. Maybe you missed something silly on a tv show. They could be laughing about a funny new video on youtube. Remember the big mac rap that everyone was talking about a while ago? If you never saw the video and you heard kids say CRISPY, you might have thought they were talking about lunch or a teacher's weird hair! If you saw the rap then you know it was a joke at the end about chicken. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLn45-7Pn2Y"&gt;Watch it here.&lt;/a&gt;  Keep in mind that the joke wasn't about you. You just laugh along and ask your best friend to explain the joke later. You could just blurt out "What's so funny?" They'll tell you. If they don't, it's really OK. Nobody gets every joke on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-6373165250697280613?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6373165250697280613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=6373165250697280613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/6373165250697280613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/6373165250697280613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-so-funny.html' title='what&apos;s so funny?'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-713157891793668916</id><published>2008-09-14T20:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:21:37.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>investigate the desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SM233-1p8mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cXtxypW2zQ4/s1600-h/20080912_04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246051313345229410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SM233-1p8mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cXtxypW2zQ4/s320/20080912_04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's on your favorite teacher's desk? What's on that scary teacher's desk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can you tell about your teacher by looking at that desk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. she's disorganized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. she really likes to collect cat statues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. she went sailing during summer vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;d. she has cute kids of her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e. she has cool stuff that you could talk to her about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The answer is ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go ahead. Investigate your teacher's desk. Don't be rude about it. Just casually look around at the stuff on there. It's not a good idea to start picking things up or rearranging those cat satues. Teachers decorate their classrooms and desks with things they like. They bring in things from home. Things from trips. Artwork their kids made. Things their friends gave them. I bet there are even decorations students made or gave them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are there things on the desk that you have in common? Maybe you like bendy action figures. Check the desk for action figures. Teachers are interesting people who have lots of experiences to share with you. Your teacher would love to talk about the personal things on her desk. but not during math class. Wait for the right time and ask a nice question. Get to know your teacher better. You'll enjoy being in the classroom even more when you have good relationship with the person in charge. happy students + happy teachers = happy school days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't like happy school days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-713157891793668916?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/713157891793668916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=713157891793668916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/713157891793668916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/713157891793668916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/investigate-desk.html' title='investigate the desk'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SM233-1p8mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cXtxypW2zQ4/s72-c/20080912_04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-8082811335709242086</id><published>2008-09-09T16:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:52:52.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy body'/><title type='text'>move it, kid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMcy-ghfpiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GuJEYgXg0fQ/s1600-h/20080831_123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244216340559930914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMcy-ghfpiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GuJEYgXg0fQ/s320/20080831_123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I mean is, move your body. Exercise. Run around. Chase your pet. Ride a bike. It feels great. It's good for your muscles and blood and brain and even your mood. It's good for your bones and digestive system, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When do you get any exercise? You go to school all day. Most middle schools don't allow recess. gym time is really short. Are you required to sit in your seat and not even wiggle around? The day is not very active. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, time on the computer is sitting again. So is watching tv. That's not enough movement for your growing body. Experts would like young people to get about an hour of movement each day. Back in the day, kids had to chop wood and harvest crops and do tons of heavy chores. they hardly ever got to sit around. Ask your grandparents about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this site for more info about more good reasons to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;move it, kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_body/take_care/exercise_wise.html"&gt;http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_body/take_care/exercise_wise.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The site also has good ideas about how you can move your body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-8082811335709242086?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8082811335709242086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=8082811335709242086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/8082811335709242086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/8082811335709242086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/move-it-kid.html' title='move it, kid!'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMcy-ghfpiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GuJEYgXg0fQ/s72-c/20080831_123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-2897020399981334931</id><published>2008-09-08T18:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:53:21.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><title type='text'>really gross stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMW6eKZQOtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HpKfRED8tDM/s1600-h/cat+tissues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243802368491928274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMW6eKZQOtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HpKfRED8tDM/s200/cat+tissues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is the most disgusting thing you can experience in a classroom?&lt;br /&gt;a. someone throws up&lt;br /&gt;b. someone has a nose bleed&lt;br /&gt;c. someone is picking his nose&lt;br /&gt;d. someone is sniffing snot and refuses to use tissues&lt;br /&gt;e. someone wipes his nose on his hand&lt;br /&gt;f. someone coughs on your stuff&lt;br /&gt;g. someone keeps sneezing right next to you&lt;br /&gt;h. someone stuck gum under your desk and you touch it&lt;br /&gt;i. someone picks scabs that bleed or ooze goo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above are really gross. Equally gross to me. Actually the absolute grossest is when someone does any of the above things then touches your stuff. Picks up your pencil. Shares your book. Sits at your desk. Touches your computer. I'm getting the creeps just writing about it. So what can you do about this gross stuff? First, make sure you are not doing it. Any of it. That's right, we don't use sleeves in middle school. Go get tissues. Then use them. Then throw them in the trash. Then wash your hands. If your room doesn't have tissues then go to the bathroom and use toilet paper on your nose. Keep your gum away from the desks. Wrap it in a scrap of paper then throw it in the trash. don't leave your gum for other people. ever. Leave your scabs alone. Get a bandaid. Keep the scabs covered. your hands are dirty anyway and those scrapes won't heal when you touch them with your school-germ hands. If your stomach gets upset and you are going to throw up, take action. Get to the trash can. Get to the bathroom. Don't ask permission. Just get away from other kids and try your best to hit the can. Your teacher will understand. You won't get in trouble if you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who spends any time at school knows about all this gross stuff and more. Use good personal care. That means take care of yourself. Keep other people's germs out of your body. Try your best not to share your germs with other people. Use the bathroom sink at lunch time to wash your hands with soap before you touch your food.&lt;br /&gt;If someone next to you seems to be trying to share germs tell them about the rules of self care.&lt;br /&gt;Have a healthy, gross-free day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-2897020399981334931?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2897020399981334931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=2897020399981334931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/2897020399981334931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/2897020399981334931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/really-gross-stuff.html' title='really gross stuff'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMW6eKZQOtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HpKfRED8tDM/s72-c/cat+tissues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-6848251056552296978</id><published>2008-09-07T21:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:59:20.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>check your behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMSU3jXXdWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ykX7N6D_wlo/s1600-h/P6130436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243479548273063266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMSU3jXXdWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ykX7N6D_wlo/s200/P6130436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, about your behavior in school... how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;1. Are you bringing all materials to class?&lt;/span&gt; You always have to bring something to write with, notebooks, and textbooks. Teachers get really irritated with students who come to class without the basic stuff. Keep some extra pencils in your locker. Have at least one with you at all times. It shows that you are ready to get work done, even if you really dont feel like it. fake it. Let's say you got to class without your book and your teacher starts getting mad at you and you hold up your pencil and say, "I'm partly prepared." then show your best puppy dog smile. I think you'll just get a warning and you might even be allowed to go to your locker and get the book you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;2. Are you concentrating on the lesson?&lt;/span&gt; Hey, see that teacher standing in front of your class talking? Look. The teacher is talking to you. Yes. YOU. Of course, she is talking to some other kids at the same time, but you are being given information that you need to learn. Pay attention. Oh, I know it's hard. There are cute kids in your class who you need to watch. There are silly kids who might do something really funny and you could miss it if you concentrate on the teacher. There are juicy notes to write. Concentrate now. Play later. Concentrate now. Daydream later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;3. Are you talking out of turn?&lt;/span&gt; Put 28 people in one room. They all have stuff to say. About different things. At the same time. The word for that scene is chaos. Complete confusion. You know classrooms can't operate like that. That's why there's one person in charge. The teacher. He will allow others to speak but they must do it in an organized manner. Are you being cooperative with the system of taking turns when talking in class? If not, it's time to start. It's part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;4. One more thing to check today. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you acting goofy behind the teacher's back?&lt;/span&gt; You know exactly what I mean. He turns to write on the board. You make monkey faces. He turns to get something out of the bookcase. You act like an octopus. He helps another kid and isn't looking at you. You put a &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; sign on someone's back. While this behavior is funny, it's not allowed in middle school. Maybe it was ok in 3rd or 4th grade but now we all need to get work done and we don't really have time for your silly stuff. It's immature. It's time to stop doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-6848251056552296978?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6848251056552296978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=6848251056552296978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/6848251056552296978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/6848251056552296978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-your-behavior.html' title='check your behavior'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMSU3jXXdWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ykX7N6D_wlo/s72-c/P6130436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-5979928013164364949</id><published>2008-09-07T21:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:43:25.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with kids'/><title type='text'>group poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMhNU4eKzMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cyklZOc_wKg/s1600-h/20080814_314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244526787224587458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMhNU4eKzMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cyklZOc_wKg/s320/20080814_314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Middle schools are packed with group projects. Groups are everywhere. Whether you love groups or hate groups, you cannot go to school in this century and avoid group projects.&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff about groups: working together, talking about stuff, sharing ideas, less work for you to do.&lt;br /&gt;Poopy stuff about groups: working together, talking about stuff, sharing ideas, less work for you to do.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get that? The same exact things that lots of kids really like about groups can also be the things kids hate about groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Working together:&lt;/span&gt; Some kids are shy and working together can be hard for them. We all know kids who are super bossy and think they should control everyone in the group. That's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Talking about stuff:&lt;/span&gt; sometimes groups get off task and talk about embarrassing stuff or ask really personal questions or go on and on talking about football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sharing ideas:&lt;/span&gt; We have problems here with kids who only give ideas but refuse to listen to ideas and kids who don't want to give ideas in case someone says they're stupid. Sometimes there can be so many ideas that groups have trouble deciding on the best ones to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Less work to do:&lt;/span&gt; Are you wondering how anyone could think this is a poopy part of groups? Hey, not everyone likes to share their work. What if I want the details to be just right but you have sloppy handwriting? What if we decided to use purple paper but then you only had pink. Those are the kind of details that a group member might like to control.&lt;br /&gt;getting along with group members isn't always easy. If your group is having arguments, try to think about the feelings of the other kids. Can you be the group member who understands that kids can be uncomfortable and feel weird in groups? Can you remind yourself to stay on task and avoid embarrassing topics? Can you remind everyone that doing your best is important for each person it the group? Oh, also, try to avoid running to the teacher in the first second of a problem. You're getting old enough to talk calmly with the group. Try to help the kids in your group to see that each person has different skills. That's something you learn from working in groups, which brings us to why middle schools are packed with group projects. Because we all need to learn to work together. Peacefully. Calmly. Kindly. Productively. Have a happy group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-5979928013164364949?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5979928013164364949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=5979928013164364949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5979928013164364949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5979928013164364949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/group-poop.html' title='group poop'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SMhNU4eKzMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cyklZOc_wKg/s72-c/20080814_314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-2637566527406162797</id><published>2008-09-04T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:37:49.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>teacher terrors</title><content type='html'>Yeah, some teachers can be scary. Have you ever heard that teachers should be really mean and strict in the beginning of the year to keep the kids on their best behavior? We know it's a terrible idea but some teachers think it works.&lt;br /&gt;If your teacher seems too demanding, try not to panic. Don't take it personally. The scariness is not just meant for you. Remember, the teacher is trying to make the class behave.&lt;br /&gt;Can you find any good things? Is the classroom decorated nicely? Are there pencils and paper and supplies for kids to use? Did the teacher explain classroom rules that are easy to understand? Well, all these things are signs of a teacher who loves middle school kids.&lt;br /&gt;Check the lessons next. Do you understand the goal of a lesson? Can you get your homework finished in a reasonable time because you know what to do? Are there clear directions or steps to follow for projects?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of us learn to love teachers who are demanding and push us to do our best even when we don't think we can. One more thing you could do is look for a student who had "scary teacher" last year. Ask what you can do to stay on the happy side, not the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Try to let yourself get adjusted to the teacher's style.  See how you feel in 2 weeks.  After that if you still feel scared then it might be time for your parents to have a little talk with the teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-2637566527406162797?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2637566527406162797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=2637566527406162797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/2637566527406162797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/2637566527406162797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/teacher-terrors.html' title='teacher terrors'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-1163580953174707444</id><published>2008-09-03T15:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:52:06.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with parents'/><title type='text'>hi honey, how was your day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SL74ha621kI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eaJjkGl5s28/s1600-h/bark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241900269351392834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SL74ha621kI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eaJjkGl5s28/s200/bark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the scene. You get home from school. You're in a pretty good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "hi honey, how was your day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "did you do anything fun today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "do you have any homework?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "I don't know. Why do you keep asking me these stupid questions!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "Don't talk back to me. Go do your homework!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "Fine! I don't know why you're always yelling at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "Watch your tone or you'll be grounded!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "So what. You never let me do anything anyway!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end. You're both in a bad mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is possible to answer the old &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how was your day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; question without getting mad. Here's how you might play the scene with parent questions decoded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "hi honey, how was your day?" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what were you doing all day? were teachers nice to you? did anything embarrassing happen? do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "It was ok. We did an experiment in science today." &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is giving some information, which is what parents want. They miss you and worry about you. You're growing up and parents want to be sure everything is ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "oh, cool. Is your science teacher nice?" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I hope the teachers (who I don't really know) are treating my sweetheart very nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "yeah, she's nice. She wears this white lab coat when she does experiments." &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is giving parents a little detail so they can picture what's going on at school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "do you have any homework?" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do you have any homework &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; how long will it take &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; do you need any special stuff to do the assignment?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "I have to write about the lab for homework." &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is giving a detail about the work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parent&lt;/span&gt;: "ok, let me know if you need help." &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll help &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I'll get to see what that lab was about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;: "I will." &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just had an adult kind of conversation and that's cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the end. No anger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-1163580953174707444?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1163580953174707444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=1163580953174707444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/1163580953174707444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/1163580953174707444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-honey-how-was-your-day.html' title='hi honey, how was your day?'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SL74ha621kI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eaJjkGl5s28/s72-c/bark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-368090830427253440</id><published>2008-09-01T22:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:55:16.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><title type='text'>hand outs and hand ins</title><content type='html'>parent papers. homework. announcements. meetings. practices. appointments.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have all these papers to handle. Let's get organized.&lt;br /&gt;Papers from school for parents? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, easy. Give them to your parents. You don't decide if your mom needs to know about the parent-teacher club. Just give her the papers from school.&lt;br /&gt;Homework. Keep papers for each subject together. Don't throw your English homework in the science folder. You need it in English, not science. Teachers are not going to let you go to your locker all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Announcements. Listen for news of things around your school. Look at signs. If you plan to play a winter sport, sign ups are in October. That seems really early but you won't know what to do if you're not looking and listening to announcements.&lt;br /&gt;Meetings. Teams and music groups have meetings. Clubs have meetings. Write down the place and time. Tell your parents if you have to stay after school. Make sure you can get home after the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Practices. Try and get a schedule from your coach or director. Show it to your parents so they know your schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Appointments. Lots of kids leave school for appointments at the orthodontist, doctor, and family stuff. Check with your teacher about any work you will (or did) miss while you're gone. Here's a good tip on teachers... DON'T say to a teacher, "Did you do anything while I was absent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;. Teachers really hate that question. It makes them think that you're saying they probably didn't do any work at all. Ask like this, "Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moyer&lt;/span&gt;, may I have the papers from yesterday's science lesson?" He'll say, "sure, there was one worksheet. Use page 61 in your book to help answer the questions." He'll think, wow. What a nice student. Really polite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-368090830427253440?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/368090830427253440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=368090830427253440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/368090830427253440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/368090830427253440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/hand-outs-and-hand-ins.html' title='hand outs and hand ins'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-5457771501032657927</id><published>2008-08-28T23:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:16:37.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>after school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLyh6iJ5MyI/AAAAAAAAADw/uwMUuMIsjP0/s1600-h/homework+cat"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241242093325202210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLyh6iJ5MyI/AAAAAAAAADw/uwMUuMIsjP0/s400/homework+cat" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a break. you've been working hard all day. have a snack. let your brain rest. play.&lt;br /&gt;Watch a show on tv, but just one. Turn off the tv at the end of one program. You can do it. Sometimes we sit in front of the tv for a really long time but there are other things to do. Like homework. After your break time, set up a quiet place to do your homework. With the tv off.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you might say, "Aunt Jen, I can concentrate with the tv on."&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's good for your brain. Let yourself have quiet time and focus on the school work. You'll get finished faster. The work will be higher quality. Your brain will thank you for the break from all that noise. Hey, don't try to sneak your ipod. I know what you're up to.&lt;br /&gt;Also, put down your phone and stop texting.&lt;br /&gt;Just get the school work finished. Then you can text.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day at school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-5457771501032657927?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5457771501032657927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=5457771501032657927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5457771501032657927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5457771501032657927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-school.html' title='after school'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLyh6iJ5MyI/AAAAAAAAADw/uwMUuMIsjP0/s72-c/homework+cat' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-5361962821298207530</id><published>2008-08-27T23:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:27:18.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><title type='text'>aunt jen, i dropped my books in the hall</title><content type='html'>Dropping your books is really embarrassing.  It's frustrating too because all those folders that you have been organizing could get messed up or wrecked.  Tons of middle school kids drop stuff every day.  Sometimes best freinds slam eachother's books to the floor just to be funny.  Yeah, real funny.  It's even worse if mean kids "accidentally" kick a notebook.  This is not the time to get angry.  Even if you hear kids saying stupid stuff to you, let it go for now.  Concentrate on getting your materials off the floor and getting to class.  Try to gather everything into your arms.  Watch out for your fingers when you're down on the floor because they could easily get stepped on.  If the hall is very full, just wait a few seconds for kids to clear out. &lt;br /&gt;When you get to class take a deep breath.  ask to go to the bathroom.  Why the bathroom, you say?  That gives you a chance to walk off your feelings, get a drink and have a little bit of quiet time.  By the time you get back to the classroom you'll probably feel (almost) back to normal.  Later you'll have to find time to check your stuff for damage or footprints.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, book slamming is very common.  Once or twice it is meant as a joke.  Try not to take it personally.  You know how some kids will do anything for attention.  Resist the temptation to become a slammer yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If your stuff keeps getting pushed out of your arms time after time then you are being bullied.  It could be a different kid each time or it could be the same kid or maybe you don't even know who is doing it.  Tell your teacher about the problem.  Middle school teachers are great at dealing with bullies.  The book slammer may even have to carry his books AND yours as punishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-5361962821298207530?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5361962821298207530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=5361962821298207530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5361962821298207530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5361962821298207530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/aunt-jen-i-dropped-my-books-in-hall.html' title='aunt jen, i dropped my books in the hall'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-117778975318236402</id><published>2008-08-27T19:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:28:32.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><title type='text'>where's my reading folder?</title><content type='html'>Keep stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school you have a storage area for your stuff, right? Is yours a locker? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cubby&lt;/span&gt; box? Desk? Shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the space starts off nice and clean when your teacher assigns it to you. Think about how you can organize it. Some experienced middle school students keep morning materials on one side and afternoon stuff on the other. Try to keep the reading folder next to the reading book. Put the math binder with the math book. If you have one big binder for lots of subjects make sure you put in pockets for loose papers. Some teachers do notebook checks and count that as part of the grade. Have you ever seen a binder with wrinkled and torn and dirty pages sticking out everywhere? That's the kind of binders we don't like in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;Part of growing up includes taking care of your own materials. Teachers will help you to stay organized but it's your job to put the papers in the right place and keep track of everything. Every day. For each class. All year. It's a skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This skill needs to be used at home, too. Keep stuff together. Be sure your folders and books don't get mixed up with the mail. Keep your books separate from your brother's stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doing school work on the couch, yes, that's fine. Leaving your folders under the couch is not fine. Doing school work at the kitchen table, yes, that's fine too. Leaving your folders on the table is not fine. Finish one assignment then put the materials away. Get out the book and papers for the next assignment. Finish the work then put the materials away. Keep everything together. Oh, did I say that before? Yeah. That's because you have to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put everything back in your school bag before bed. If there's a paper to be signed or something you want to go over before school then leave them on top of the bag. Take care of the things you kept out in the morning but be sure to put everything in the bag before you head out the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you won't be yelling, "WHERE'S MY READING FOLDER?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great school day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-117778975318236402?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/117778975318236402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=117778975318236402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/117778975318236402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/117778975318236402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheres-my-reading-folder.html' title='where&apos;s my reading folder?'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-7904766483258064549</id><published>2008-08-26T22:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:53:47.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy body'/><title type='text'>avoid the grumpies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLTF_m5jo5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BqeiAOAkK8Q/s1600-h/sleeping+lola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239029963103118226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLTF_m5jo5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BqeiAOAkK8Q/s320/sleeping+lola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a lot to handle in middle school. The beginning of the year, new teachers, different classes, homework, rules, clothes, body stuff, more rules, friends, parents, chores, more and more rules, lockers, lunch, notes, love! Just listing the things kids have to deal with is giving me stress. Oh, what about cell phones and texting and myspace and growing and eating healthy and sports and instrument practice....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;AHH&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do middle school kids do it all?&lt;br /&gt;May I suggest, as your Aunt Jen, that you need more sleep? Any person trying to deal with all the changes and responsibilities that you are going through is expected to be tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that your cells do their best growing while you sleep? they do.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that sleeping allows your mind to dream? it does.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you don't get enough sleep you are going to be grumpy? you will.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you're grumpy you will probably get in arguments about stupid things? you will.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you argue with friends then they will be grumpy, too? they will.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you argue with parents or teachers you will get in trouble? you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try an experiment. On yourself. Get one more hour of sleep each night for 4 nights. Keep track of how you feel. Notice how you pay attention during the day. Check if you are more organized. Observe your friends (like a scientist) and see if you think they might need more sleep, too. Now please, get off the computer and get some sleep. Nighty night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-7904766483258064549?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7904766483258064549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=7904766483258064549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/7904766483258064549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/7904766483258064549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/avoid-grumpies.html' title='avoid the grumpies'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLTF_m5jo5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BqeiAOAkK8Q/s72-c/sleeping+lola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-3582268057857551739</id><published>2008-08-25T18:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:10:25.347-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing situations'/><title type='text'>lost in school: scene 2</title><content type='html'>You got lost but a kind person helped you get to the right classroom.  Good.  Now everyone else is already in there and you are late.  Bad.  What should you do if you're late to class?&lt;br /&gt;A.  charge into the room and shout ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;... I'm here!&lt;br /&gt;B.  don't go in.  people will look at you.&lt;br /&gt;C.  go in calmly and explain that you accidentally went to art instead of math.&lt;br /&gt;D.  leave a note on the door:  I was here.  see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;E.  crawl through the open door and with a quiet voice like you were lost in the desert, say, "water, water" and make panting sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many of these choices look really good, the best one to go with is.... come on you know it's C.  go in the classroom calmly.  If the teacher even asks where you were then explain that you accidentally went to art but a nice person helped you to find math.  The teacher will not scream at you.  I promise.  You may have last dibs on your favorite seat but you won't get in trouble for being lost in the first few days of school.&lt;br /&gt;Answers A. and E. may have been selected by kids who like attention.  They sometimes cover up nervous feelings with silly behavior.  Everyone laughs.  Hopefully the teacher will laugh, too.  But not always and they're not the best choices for the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Answers B. and D.  feel like the best choices for very shy kids.  They usually like school but hate when it feels like everyone is looking at them.  In this scene, if kids are looking at you, they are thinking something like, "wow, I'm glad I didn't get lost this time."  They will not scream out "Hey nice hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weirdo&lt;/span&gt;!"  Even though you might feel very uncomfortable, just get in there and by the end of class, no one will remember that you were late.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the end of class, maybe you could check your schedule and see if anyone in math will be going to gym next and can walk with you.  Or what if you ask the math teacher for directions to the gym?  That would work, too.  Middle school teachers really are helpful and kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-3582268057857551739?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3582268057857551739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=3582268057857551739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3582268057857551739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3582268057857551739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-in-school-scene-2.html' title='lost in school: scene 2'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-2945125818421224293</id><published>2008-08-23T18:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:21:25.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication with teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>lost does not = loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLCZxfLIQhI/AAAAAAAAACw/2pz4aIsZYI0/s1600-h/hallway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237855442092704274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLCZxfLIQhI/AAAAAAAAACw/2pz4aIsZYI0/s320/hallway.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you get lost at school?&lt;br /&gt;a. run out the back door and never come back&lt;br /&gt;b. ask an 8th grader for help&lt;br /&gt;c. drop to the floor and cry&lt;br /&gt;d. ask a teacher for help&lt;br /&gt;e. get out your cell phone and call 911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking the nearest teacher is the best choice. Be clear about where you're going like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you:&lt;/span&gt; " Could you please help me get to Miss Keller's math class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher:&lt;/span&gt; "Sure! Go down the hall to the blah blah blah directions done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you:&lt;/span&gt; "Thank you!" then walk to the class. not lost any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break this scene down for you.&lt;br /&gt;1. You say &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;, the magic word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher thinks:&lt;/span&gt; what a polite kid. I'll help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You say the name of the teacher you need to find and the subject she teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher thinks:&lt;/span&gt; yeah, I know where Miss Keller's room is. she's my friend.&lt;br /&gt;IF you had just said how do I get to math or math in room 217, it would be a little harder for the teacher to picture the room number and get you there. You know there are lots of math rooms in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You say Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teacher thinks:&lt;/span&gt; what a polite kid. I'm glad I helped. Maybe I'll walk over to Miss Keller's room to make sure the nice kid got there ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next blog: scene 2: getting to class late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-2945125818421224293?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2945125818421224293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=2945125818421224293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/2945125818421224293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/2945125818421224293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-does-not-loser.html' title='lost does not = loser'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SLCZxfLIQhI/AAAAAAAAACw/2pz4aIsZYI0/s72-c/hallway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-5116422330263032129</id><published>2008-08-22T21:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:54:08.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy body'/><title type='text'>smelling good or just smelly?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we got really fresh and clean. Today let's think about the stuff you can put on after you're clean to smell and look even better... or not. Most children don't use any body products like lotion, deodorant, hair gels, body sprays and perfumes or colognes. Middle school has tons of kids who love to experiment with all these products and we know they sometimes try all of them on the same day. Wow. That's a lot of smelly stuff on one person.&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, after your body is clean and dry use deodorant + antiperspirant under your arms. They both come in one thing. Lots of people like the stick that you just rub under there 2 or 3 times. Up/down. Up/down. That should cover it for one day. Of course there are also spray and gel deodorants, too. The deodorant part keeps us from getting stinky and the antiperspirant stops the sweaty pits. Now if you play hard, get really hot, and run a lot you're going to get sweaty and stinky no matter how much stuff is on your pits. That's where the soap and water come in again.&lt;br /&gt;Body sprays smell good. For boys I'm thinking about Axe and Tag type sprays. Girls can get hundreds of good smelling sprays and some have tiny bits of glitter. This product goes on the skin near the neck or the front of your shirt. Hold it kind of far away from your skin so it's not really a blast but a gentle mist. Don't go spraying the entire body because the smell will be too strong. Your room should &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; have a cloud of body spray floating around when you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News Flash!!&lt;/strong&gt; Face lotion may be used by boys! There are gentle lotions that keep the skin on our faces fresh all day. They can stop pimples from popping out. They often include sun screen. They smell nice but not too pink, if you know what I mean. If you use face wash, and I'm talking to boys and girls here, there's probably a daily moisturizer to help control breakouts. Try it and see how your skin feels. Put the lotion on your finger tips then make little spots of it on your face. Use the finger tips to rub it over your whole face.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Before you go, check for globs and rub them away with the back of your hand or a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-5116422330263032129?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5116422330263032129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=5116422330263032129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5116422330263032129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/5116422330263032129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/smelling-good-or-just-smelly.html' title='smelling good or just smelly?'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-7309356998131594305</id><published>2008-08-21T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:54:08.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy body'/><title type='text'>how to be fresh and clean for school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SK4jyKoyr6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eypmmaDRFJ4/s1600-h/clean+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237162761434345378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SK4jyKoyr6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eypmmaDRFJ4/s200/clean+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean feels good and smells good, too. Start with your skin. All of your skin. And use soap not just water. Some people use body wash which looks like shampoo but is for the skin. As you hit that wacky time of puberty, your skin will begin to change. In fact, your whole body will do strange and unusual things during these years. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't worry.&lt;/span&gt; You can work with these changes when you know what to expect. Expect pimples and new hair where there wasn't any hair before. Oh, and those private areas will be changing, too. It's all part of moving from child to adult and it takes a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that your body is clean, work gently on your face. If your skin is beginning to get pimples, use an acne clearing face wash. Most of these products have a chemical called salicylic acid which slows the dead skin cells from clumping up and clogging pores. Start with the mild kind (not extra strength) to be sure you don't get a rash. If your skin feels really tight after using the face wash, it's probably too strong for you. It's also available in a small tube and you just put little dabs of it on any pimples you have.&lt;br /&gt;Now up to the top of your body. Wash your hair to remove dirt and oil. Use shampoo not just water. Rinse out all the shampoo which takes the dirt off of your hair with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check your finger nails for dirt and get rid of it. We don't carry dirt in our finger nails in middle school people. It may have been ok in elementary grades because of playgrounds and mud pies. No more nail mud for you. Hey, check your toes for dirt while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the teeth. Do you have braces? Well it doesn't matter. Get your teeth clean every day. At least once a day brush each tooth carefully with toothpaste not just the ones in front. Learn how to floss between your teeth, too. If your toothbrush looks scruffy with bent and twisted bristles please get a new one which will do a much better job of cleaning. Think of trying to write with and unsharpened pencil. You can't brush with an unbrushy flat brush. One more thing, rinse your mouth and make sure you're not walking around with extra toothpaste on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and repeat the whole thing tomorrow and the next day and the next... I think you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Stay clean while you're growing and changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-7309356998131594305?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7309356998131594305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=7309356998131594305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/7309356998131594305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/7309356998131594305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-be-fresh-and-clean-for-school.html' title='how to be fresh and clean for school'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SK4jyKoyr6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eypmmaDRFJ4/s72-c/clean+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-3305459652167055571</id><published>2008-08-20T19:12:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:09:44.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><title type='text'>make mornings easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKy-SQhElxI/AAAAAAAAABo/TygFhh85JVo/s1600-h/backpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236769687605647122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKy-SQhElxI/AAAAAAAAABo/TygFhh85JVo/s320/backpack.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really hate starting our days with stress! Stress can be caused by not having the stuff we need where it's supposed to be... picture your dad running around the house searching for his keys when he's in a hurry to go somewhere. That's unwanted stress. It causes yelling and sweating and sometimes bad words fly! Let's avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Aunt Jen's checklist to make middle school mornings start off right.&lt;br /&gt;Use the first part before bed so when you get up in the morning you won't be running around like a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;completed homework (this isn't a joke. really. do your homework)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;text books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pens and pencils&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;signed parent papers (like tests and excuse blanks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;library books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;house key&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;calculator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch or money to buy lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put all this in your backpack and don't leave home without it. Keep your backpack in the same spot every night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Use this part in the morning to be fresh and ready to learn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;get your body clean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;use deodorant on the armpits (nobody wants to sit beside a stinker)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;put on clean clothes and boys, clean boxers and socks, please&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;brush your teeth and don't forget to wipe your mouth so you're not dragging around extra toothpaste on your cheeks all day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;check your hair (maybe use that invention called a comb)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;give your parents a hug and get to school on time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't forget your backpack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Use these steps each day and soon your middle school mornings will be so smooth you'll feel like a grownup. but cuter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow let's talk more about being fresh and clean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-3305459652167055571?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3305459652167055571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=3305459652167055571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3305459652167055571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3305459652167055571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-mornings-easy.html' title='make mornings easy'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKy-SQhElxI/AAAAAAAAABo/TygFhh85JVo/s72-c/backpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-512596622427589210</id><published>2008-08-19T00:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:43:07.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><title type='text'>first day of school plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKprVDLZQZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bHv0uGyjfVI/s1600-h/j0438552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236115526146146706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKprVDLZQZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bHv0uGyjfVI/s320/j0438552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think about the first day of school and get everything ready to make sure the day is really fun and easy. Three main things to think about are laundry, lunch and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laundry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Decide what you want to wear. Make sure it still fits. Make sure it's clean. Moms can't do laundry at 7am on the same day you want to wear the outfit and have it ready by 7:15. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Here's your first multiple choice question of the year. I like packing lunch the first day because _________ . &lt;strong&gt;a.&lt;/strong&gt; no cafe lines &lt;strong&gt;b.&lt;/strong&gt; I can bring food I like to eat &lt;strong&gt;c.&lt;/strong&gt; more time to talk with my friends &lt;strong&gt;d.&lt;/strong&gt; all of the above &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hey people it's just one day. It's an important day, and with a bit of planning and being prepared, it will allow you to relax. Enjoy the day. Think of something funny that happened over the summer and put a smile on your face. People who see you smiling will think you're really friendly! Cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, the answer to number 2 is &lt;strong&gt;d.&lt;/strong&gt; also, eating breakfast will power up your energy to help you have a good day (and calm down that nervous tummy feeling).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, Aunt Jen's printable first day of school checklist! (you'll need a toothbrush for this one)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-512596622427589210?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/512596622427589210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=512596622427589210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/512596622427589210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/512596622427589210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school-plan.html' title='first day of school plan'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKprVDLZQZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bHv0uGyjfVI/s72-c/j0438552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788519418131628847.post-3849714108008802721</id><published>2008-08-18T01:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:23:36.378-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><title type='text'>first days are fun</title><content type='html'>hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;It's the middle of August and we have some exciting firsts coming up. How do you feel about the first days of school? How about the first day in a new school? Did you know that teachers and even principals get excited and nervous on the first day of school too? All your Aunts, Uncles, parents and grandparents have all been nervous and excited about the first day of school and we survived.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jen's ready to talk about some things we can do to remain calm and enjoy the beginning of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;Ok everyone thinking about the first day of school take a deep breath. Good. Now take another one and let's get to planning for a great day.&lt;br /&gt;1. Make sure you know where your school is and how you'll get there. Let's all be on time on the first day, please.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure you have at least one writing stick for the first day and by writing stick I mean a PEN or PENCIL that you can write with. Teachers will want you to fill in some easy stuff like your name and phone number. Do you know your number?&lt;br /&gt;3. Decide what you want to wear the first day and boys, make sure you wear clean socks.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll make a plan for the morning of the first day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788519418131628847-3849714108008802721?l=askauntjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3849714108008802721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8788519418131628847&amp;postID=3849714108008802721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3849714108008802721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788519418131628847/posts/default/3849714108008802721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askauntjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-days-are-fun.html' title='first days are fun'/><author><name>Aunt Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738613259038144759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kbv7zVfDhuw/SKzVQFVAzMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PllATWlQHcQ/S220/stan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
