Missing Notes

During their lunch break, Chana and her friend Shani were talking. They were discussing a certain subject when Shani told Chana that she liked Chana's notes - they were organized , clear, highlighted, readable, and clean.

The next day in school Shani didn't show up- she had the flu. Chana being the thoughtful person she is thought it would be nice to carbon-copy her notes, since Shani had mentioned that she liked them.
A week later Chana was in class when she realized her notes were missing! Now Chana is OCD about having HER notes. She couldn't find them anywhere, and no one had borrowed them. Chana suddenly realized that her friend Shani had a carbon copy of HER notes. Chana carbon copied them over and now she had her HER notes again!

Smartboard

Because of their Yom Iyun the high school girls were dismissed at 4:00 instead of 5:00. I was still in the high school building when a Twelfth grader called me.

"Hi, are you still in school, I forgot my Historia notes. Do you mind checking my classroom for them and bringing them home?"

"Yeah, sure no problem!"

When I went to look for them in her classroom, I couldn't find them anywhere. But, it sure was HP I went to her classroom. The Smartboard in their classroom was left on.

Change the World

I was in the school office about to go and teach Eighth grade, when the high school principal walked into the office. She asked me to make a copy of a poem for one of the high school teachers. I didn't want to be late to class- but since I was late already- I made the copies for her.

Curious to see what she was copying I started reading it......HP It was exactly on the topic I was teaching Eighth grade. I made copies for the whole class and handed them out.



Here is the poem:
Written by: I have no idea

When I was young and free and my
imagination had no limits , I dreamed of
changing the world;

As I grew older and wiser I realized the
world would not change.
And I decided to shorten my sights
somewhat and change only my country.

But it too seemed immovablel
As I entered my twilight years, in one last
desperate attempt, I sought to change
only my family, those closest to me, but
alas they would have none of it.

And now here I lie on my death bed and
realize (perhaps for the first time) that if
only I'd changed myself first, then by
example I may have influenced my
family and with their encouragement
and support I may have bettered my
country, and who knows I may have
changed the world.

Midterms

It's midterm season in most high schools now. (When I was in high school I happened to love final time. -You study for an hour or two and then you have the rest of the day off. It's almost like an extended vacation.) I don't understand why all these high school girls are getting so stressed. Yesterday I was proctoring some girls who were taking their Chumash test. One antsy girl suddenly jumped up, out of her desk,
"I have a HP story for you!" she shrieked.
"Yesterday, on Sunday I needed to get my Chumash notes from school. My father drove me all the way to school. But when we got there, the door was locked. My father's key to the school building didn't work and I tried every possible door. I even tried some windows. My father said there was nothing we could do, and we started leaving. I was praying that someone would appear. No one did. We left the school parking lot. Turning my head one last time, I suddenly saw our janitor Fred by one of the school doors. My father quickly drove back into the parking lot and drove to the front door, I jumped out and banged on the door, yelling Fred's name. I nearly gave Fred a heart attack but he opened the door for me. Fred had all the keys and he was able to open the door to the high school and my classroom door. Thanks to Fred I was able to study for my final and take the test today!"

Detention

I had to stay late one day after work to proctor tests and supervise girls who had to serve detention. The girls who had detention had to do some sort of school service. Sometimes its cleaning out a room in the school building,helping the preschool teacher cut out projects, decorating the school hallway, (cleaning the bathrooms......just kidding) Today some of the girls cleaned out the lunchroom and some staked extra chairs that were in the auditorium. They came to me twenty minutes later, asking for another job. There was still an hour left and there was not much else for the girls to do. (the bathroom I'm sure needed a good cleaning.....but I wasn't going to make them do that ...even for skipping class:) ) They didn't like my idea of shining my shoes,- they just laughed.
All of a sudden I had a brilliant idea.
"K girls, your next assignment is you have to each write a Hashgacha Pratis story that happened to you!
Each girl wrote at least two HP stories for me! (this was worth it :) )
(After they wrote the stories there was still a half hour left. This time I really had no idea what they should do, so they taught me a new game that was lots of fun. HP- I'm gonna play it the next time I have to entertain a class) HP- Two girls had to stay an extra hour and they missed their ride home. I drove to school today and had a car so I was able to give them a ride home!

Vocab Test

Mindy, a studious 11th grader told me this story today. She always makes sure to come prepared to class. She studies at least two days before a quiz, and for sure a week before a test. ( Finals, she probably starts the beginning of the year.) Basically today it was right before English class, when she realized she completely forgot to study for her vocabulary test. She was so disappointed with herself and could not believe that she forgot to study, it was so unlike her. As she was thinking of what to do, the English teacher walked into the room.
"Sorry girls", the English teacher said "We will not be having the vocabulary test today. I just realized that I forgot my folder with the test in it at home!"

*LOW TONER*

Yesterday the eleventh grade English teacher asked me to make copies of a big fat booklet for the entire eleventh grade. I was only able to make two copies, until the machine started beeping.-The machine was low on toner. I wasn't able to replace the toner right then so I put the originals on the side until I had a chance to fix it. Twenty minutes later an eleventh grader came to the office. Assuming she was here to pick up the copies, I quickly said that I wasn't able to make the copies yet because the toner ran out, and as soon as I have a chance I would finish them for her.

“It’s Hashgacha Pratis” she said “I just came to tell you not to copy them we don’t need them copied, it’s a good thing you didn’t waste all that paper”