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Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Sep. 19th, 2008 05:38 pmI got meself gigged up and spake like a pirate queen all day at me school. This so distracted the fine young beauties in me crew (sometime known as me class), they plumb forgot to fight amonst themselves. They were too busy agreeing with one another that I was the craziest teacher they had *ever* met. I had them swab the decks (desks) and threatened them with keel hauling or walking the plank if they dared cross Red Judi, the Pirate Queen, and broke into song: "It is, it is a glorious theeng, to be the PiRAT QUEEEEN!"
I gave me hearties extra credit for piratical gear, (Two of them wore skulls and crossbone scarves and socks and T shirts,) and tried to get them to write in jargon. (Most appeared to be too intimidated, but I did get a fine pirate map on how to find treasure on "Study Island," (the name of a graduation test review program we have our students do.)
On the other hand, I followed the pirate map's instructions, and at the end of my giant steps to make them work, found the "treasure" of a "graduation certificate," because, as stated on the certificate: "An education is worth far more than gold or plunder. Get some." The location of the "treasure"? The library. That swab was promoted to "first mate" for the rest of the day, and referred to as "Smee," as well as earning an A.
My boss mentioned that my tricorn hat was against school rules when I arrived. I swept off me hat and told him, "But without it, I'm just a wench. WITH it -" (replacing hat), "I be the Pirate Queen! And my students will be writing JARGON today, ADMIRAL!" And I'll be dipped in salt water and fed barnacles, but me straight laced boss laughed, and allowed me to go on my way. When faced with peer surprise that I'd gotten away with it, I reminded them that "Pirate beauties don't has to follow the rules, me mates."
I had one dog-toothed earring that FerretVet made for me. When asked why I only had one, I told everyone (repeatedly, all day,) that I could only afford to pierce one, due to the cost. ("How much did it cost?" the unwary landlubbers asked.) "A BUCCANEER!" I'd shout with delight.
I gave me hearties extra credit for piratical gear, (Two of them wore skulls and crossbone scarves and socks and T shirts,) and tried to get them to write in jargon. (Most appeared to be too intimidated, but I did get a fine pirate map on how to find treasure on "Study Island," (the name of a graduation test review program we have our students do.)
On the other hand, I followed the pirate map's instructions, and at the end of my giant steps to make them work, found the "treasure" of a "graduation certificate," because, as stated on the certificate: "An education is worth far more than gold or plunder. Get some." The location of the "treasure"? The library. That swab was promoted to "first mate" for the rest of the day, and referred to as "Smee," as well as earning an A.
My boss mentioned that my tricorn hat was against school rules when I arrived. I swept off me hat and told him, "But without it, I'm just a wench. WITH it -" (replacing hat), "I be the Pirate Queen! And my students will be writing JARGON today, ADMIRAL!" And I'll be dipped in salt water and fed barnacles, but me straight laced boss laughed, and allowed me to go on my way. When faced with peer surprise that I'd gotten away with it, I reminded them that "Pirate beauties don't has to follow the rules, me mates."
I had one dog-toothed earring that FerretVet made for me. When asked why I only had one, I told everyone (repeatedly, all day,) that I could only afford to pierce one, due to the cost. ("How much did it cost?" the unwary landlubbers asked.) "A BUCCANEER!" I'd shout with delight.
