I know, "X is for X-Ray" is a little trite, but I have this true story you see . . . .
While learning about the vertebrae in the human spine in science class one year, I pulled out some lovely x-rays of my spine.
Back when I was in the 6th grade, some ladies came during P.E. class and drew chalk lines on our spines while we leaned over. I didn't like my ugly gym uniform anyway-- a little chalk wouldn't hurt it.
While learning about the vertebrae in the human spine in science class one year, I pulled out some lovely x-rays of my spine.
Back when I was in the 6th grade, some ladies came during P.E. class and drew chalk lines on our spines while we leaned over. I didn't like my ugly gym uniform anyway-- a little chalk wouldn't hurt it.
Well, all the other girls were fine, but I was not. My spine was crooked. Whatever. I felt fine. I didn't think my spine was crooked. (No freaking out allowed.) They told my mother to take me to the doctor for an x-ray. It turns out that I had a very mild case of scoliosis. The doctor nonchalantly told us not to worry and to come back in six months. We did. I was fine. Don't ask me why, but for some reason he asked us if we wanted to keep the x-rays. "Sure!" I replied. I had no idea I'd be showing them to the science class I would be teaching forty years later, but I did.
I have two bins of history and social studies "stuff", three bins of science "stuff" (including my x-rayed spine) and four bins of dress up "stuff". One of my favorite quotes is,
"Good teachers have lots of stuff."
(It's in the Bible too; King Saul was hidden among the "stuff" when they were trying to find him to anoint him king.)
So, I admit it-- I collect stuff. I find stuff at garage sales, thrift shops, on the side of the road, and in my deceased great-aunt's drawers. I have used everything I've collected at least once; most of the items I've used several times. I've got a big attic and I like to use my "stuff" to make my lessons more interesting. The students really pay attention when you pull an x-ray of your spine out to show them.
To read about more about my "stuff", like my Great Aunt Arsenne's braid I found in a box, click HERE.