Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

My Last Week As An Official ELA....



So the time came for my big goodbye, leaving my school bonanza...

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M'kay, so here's what I wrote at the beginning:

The countdown is officially on. 4 days of school left. To this day, some students and teachers don't know were I'm from, my name or what I do here lol.

Case in point, with my first class of the day, during the good morning routine (where they greet the main teacher and then me) one student at the front says confidently:


Good morning Miss Emma!
Miss WHO boy?!

There are still students who call me by last year (or even the year before)'s assistant's name. Like. What? And when I told them I was leaving, the same student (who I know very well) and who has seen me for 9 months asks where I'm even from..... I know they'll miss me though. This was proved by one student saying he'll put a bomb on the plain so I can't leave. A joke ofc.....

^ My face when I heard all of these things. ^

All in  all people are sad I'm leaving - most of my classes anyway. Grade 1 & 2 were the funniest to tell, the look of complete disbelief and sadness on their little faces made my day I can't even lie. One of the main reasons I like teaching has nothing to do with imparting knowledge, I like bonding with the kids. Basically, I love it when they love me. Selfish, but very true.



Which is why I'm fixing to bring in treats on my last day. I've got maoams for the kids and if money and time permits, cupcakes for the teachers so it should all be gravy come Friday. I intend to leave in a blaze of glory and a trail of student tears lol. Speaking of which one of my grade 2's was on the verge of tears when she found out I was leaving. Made my entire day. Plus I got lots of hugs from my extra tiny students and even a choke hold hug from one of my grade 5's.


When I said goodbye to my favourite grade 2 class today they looked so upset I actually had to take a minute. That class is one of the few where I feel closer to them than the bilingual group I take out and work with. I had to turn around and go be busy for a while - you know kids will stare you down with no shame, and I'm not about to cry when it's no where near Friday.



Some of them grade 6's stay rude as ever though. When my co-teacher made my leaving announcement in the class I had today it was like:

She's leaving, and?
 The girls in that group are the WORST! The teacher went in on them though and said the bilinguals I worked with most of the year should take this time to show their appreciation. Cut to all bar one rolling out of the class at the end, not a word. And you guessed it, the exception, and two extra from the same class, were boys. One of my strongest bilinguals thanked me for helping him, and then another two, who have some of the most difficulty in English class and school in general, came to tell me goodbye. So forget the rest of the class, I do it for them.

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And here's how it went down on Thursday and Friday:

My last official day teaching was awful. And my last day in school going through all my stuff was even worse. 
Basically......

Thursday is usually always a good day as I only have two classes to teach, grade 3 and either grade 2 or 7. This week was grade 7, the learning difficulties class and actually one of my all-time favourite groups. This was proved by what I will now be referring to as the beginning of Thank-You-Card-Gate 2014. There was no real lesson plan for the day (once you get to June and exams are over it's pretty much pointless activities to keep them busy and speaking English at the same time) so the chosen activity - once they found out it was my last day - was making me Thank You cards. 

LOOK AT THIS:

My Riches

He explained each letter to me but all I
remember is the Y is a school tie lol

My pop-up and flag from my sweetie ^

I know she got help to write the inside,
but she put so much time into this card, I love it! 

Emmanuelle is my girl! Her favourite colour is purple - just like me - and
she wears it all the time, if she could she would every day!
I don't think I'll ever forget that...

They came with bars...I'm sure the main teacher suggested those lines but I don't even care. They went on computers and found pictures of the Canadian and Quebecois flag to copy for me, one kid even made the most elaborate handmade card I've ever gotten. It had a pop-up and he even turned all the letters into different images to do with me and with school. #SoSweet (hey Gwynne!) I'm not gonna sit there and play Queen Elizabeth and just let my people come and bring me tribute without giving anything back so I made them a class card and wrote a cute message of their own. Their homeroom teacher read it out and translated it to them

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Grade 3 was bittersweet but not devastating. I have my faves in the class and a massive group (8 girls) of bilinguals I had been working with the whole year. They were all in exam period still so I spent my last class helping them with their speaking assessment and listening to two of my bilinguals give their class presentations on their pets. They were two of my weakest students so I was real proud of them, signing and miming at them from the back of the class the whole way through....


Their achievements are my achievements - because it means I actually taught them something
and didn't just twiddle my thumbs and play hangman with them for 9 months.....

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The rest of the day and Friday was spent doing the worst of the worst. Paperwork. Which for me means getting Residence Abroad stuff signed that I had forgotten to do months ago and also sorting through all the crap I'd accumulated over 9 months. 


I'm not gonna lie, working in a primary school is too much work. I was so out of my depth it was unreal. So much planning has to be done and every grade is so different, not to mention where the lines blur on ability levels. I had to put together so many worksheets and activities and even make stuff up then remember it for later. I was left up to my eyeballs with so much material, half of which I didn't even get to use. One thing I will say though, is that I do good work. I don't give my kids no boring, crusty, Times New Roman no-visual-aids work to do. Not ever. So I had to sort through it and catalogue everything for the teacher to use next year.....


But at about 1:30pm on the Friday I had a moment to sit and realise that this all just wasn't gonna happen for me. All them days of going home and collapsing from exhaustion/laziness after school and running away on weekend adventures instead of cataloguing my work then made  my day an absolute mission. I went from not even working on Friday's to leaving at 6pm on my last day. Putting things in folders, recycling, cutting, pasting, downloading, dragging and saving. It was insanity. And there are teachers that do this on a regular?! Like, is this really life? Is this what a career in education means?  Let's be real, is this what caring about your students' future education means, because to be honest if I wasn't so attached to them I could have chucked everything and left them to eat my dust, sink or swim without me really. But I did care, so I stayed late, finished my work and then wrote a ridiculously emotional goodbye letter, left my students some candy and left, rather than lighting a match and letting it burn when I walked away....Here's why:


Grade 3 & 4 all signed their names <3

But Grade 5 & 6, my most pain-in-the-behind classes went INNNN

"Thank you Miss Monique for helping me with my writing.
If  I pass English its gonna be because of you. Tommy",
I cried when I read this. I do not even care.

Flipping clown, this girl always had jokes. No I love you.
Have a good life. THANKS Josie lol

My most neeky, geeky, goodie-two-shoes, go the extra mile kid ever.
People will work for her one day I'm sure.

"Thank you for all your help and I had super Mondays"

One of my laziest bilingual students lol. Apparently I didn't"learn"
her enough spelling but she hates writing so I appreciate it.
I still love her, you'll probably see her on a runway soon....

Most of them spelt my (French) name this way, but I love this because
she was one of my most eye-rolling, neck-bending always chatting students ever!

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So that's it. They made me care. Even the worst of the worst classes made me care. At the beginning, and even most of the way through, I was convinced that primary school wasn't for me and that maybe I should even re-consider ever teaching at all.... But I freaking love it. I love working with kids. Especially the ones who have it hard. I actually love teaching English as a second language even if all the work drives me insane. So sign me up, get me my own office or classroom so I can drown under piles of paper, buy my students' love with candy (notice I can't even say sweets now lol) and have breakdowns in the school toilets when necessary!

I don't drink so Ima have to find something else to get me through them hard
days at work....

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I'll write soon about my last week in Canada with my bae's but right now I'm busy chilling at home before I run away to Spain in a bit.


It's a hard life, but somebody has to live it.

Saturday, 31 May 2014

Toronto: Day 2 + 3

Day 2

Currently writing this at a train station somewhere in Toronto...Burlington I think? Feeling misled quite a bit because I'm kind of getting good at navigating myself around all on my j's. 



Considering when my parents first started letting me get the bus alone to far places (when I was like 11-13) I would usually end up lost on the street crying and they'd have to come get me (first trip to Croydon wooo!). 


I'm the bad kind of stereotypical woman who usually can't read maps or give directions to save her life, or I was until recently. I've managed to get myself across the country, and now from one part of Toronto to another #BAWSY. Made reservations for accommodation, bus tickets, the lot. I'm usually so lastminute.com with these things and too chicken to go anywhere on my own (aside from leaving the country), only people that know me really well will see what a milestone this is lol.





*Niagara at night*

So this bit is a continuation from yesterday. I ended up crawling out of my bed with enough time and just enough energy to go see the fireworks at the falls. 

#SideNote

Canadians know NOTHING about walking. Nothing. So no info they give you on how long it takes to walk somewhere is accurate. Ever. The hostel lady was like oh, 10 minute walk up, follow the river to the falls....20 minutes later I got there. Luckily they hadn't started lighting up the sky yet. But they do light the falls up at night, in romantic pastel colours, which was really lovely although me and my digi can couldn't accurately capture a thing. Mental pictures all the way.






When the fireworks did pop off though, it was amazing. That's half due to them being over the falls, that I had never seen until this point, and that I hadn't seen fireworks in like, a year or more.

But see, the bad thing about fireworks on a rainy, cloudy day, over falls so big and powerful is that they spray and mist all over the fireworks so after a while you just end up with fire clouds and explosive sound effects...still glad I went though.


*Niagara in the morning*

Attempt number 2 at seeing the falls was much more fruitful.

Toronto had gotten itself together and gave me the sunshine yahoo weather had promised so it was shorts on, skin out and and shades down. 

I walked once again and rewarded myself with butter pecan and butterscotch ripple ice-cream, obviously.

Team Healthy Eating!!
#SideNote

Restraint was removed from my vocab
this weekend. Salad next week....

This weekend has been the ultimate fall-off-the-waggon in terms of the battle against the Chubb. I lived on whatever was accessible to my accommodation and what I could buy at short notice with cards or coins. Which means late night and lunchtime leftover Domino's, Burger King dinners, ice-cream breakfast, rest-stop snacks - the lot.




I don't know what it is with Canada and tulips, but they are literally the symbol of "summer is here!" They are EVERYWHERE right now and Niagara was no exception. It was also selfie central so everyone was hogging the good waterfall shot spots which was annoying. But I got to see a lot considering I wasn't rich or brave enough to go on the ferry and go risk my life to get close to the falls. Plus the queue was a joke and not-optional if I was gonna make it to The Queensway later.

The rest of Niagara from what I saw, unless linked to a casino, hotel or restaurant is like the dried up cracked heel back of this Fake Vegas town - which was essentially where the bust station and hostel are located. The closer you are to the falls though, Cousin Vegas comes to life and at night with all the electricity in the city on full blast. Me and my retinas weren't ready.



*Niagara to Burlington Journey Mercies*

I'm telling you, being lost, with a British accent gets you places I swear. With my Google Maps papers in hand I stared down the bus it was telling me to get on, even though the driver was clearly on break. 


In England, you don't exist to bus drivers till break is over...but not here. Driver came out, told me where to go catch the bus when it was time and then said the greatest thing ever when he came to the main bus stop. Well first he said my fare was $12.50 (like £7). I think he could sense all the coins about to come his way when I went rummaging in my purse so he says: 

"Have a seat."

I thought he meant so I could count my coins without holding up the bus but then when I asked if he was sure he said:

"I won't tell if you won't"

I gave the only other obvious response, next to thank you:

"You don't have to tell me twice!"

1hr30 bus ride instantly became more pleasant!



*Burlington to Queensway*

Right now I'm sitting on the top floor of a triple-decker monster train...clearly North America is not here for our basic, minimal passenger carrying transport lol. First time I ever got on one of these bad boys was visiting my family in New Jersey. They look ridiculous and unnecessary but hey, I've never seen how much they come in handy during rush hour...



*Long Branch to Queensway*

Ok I've let it go. Toronto is just not cute. It's not a pretty city, I've decided. Good thing looks aren't everything...



*Church on the Queensway Still Believe Concert*

Can't deal. I'm not even gonna front. How are this many good looking Christian guys in Toronto and why have they all descended upon this building?! Wish I had my P4P ring right now. If I meet my husband tonight I'm cool with it. Trust. Ugh I can't even. Shades on, deep breath.

On the concert itself, it's moments like that that make me so glad and so ridiculously happy to be a Christian. Seriously, I've been to some really amazing live shows and seen great ones on TV - like everyone else I'm sure - but nothing compares to events like that. The mentality is completely different and it goes so far beyond audience participation and someone like Queen Bey going "stretch out ya hand I wanna feel your energy". It's the opposite of self focused. I love to worship God, I love singing, I love to pray with others and this had it all. A fully mind blowing experience from start to finish. Kim Walker is a ridiculously amazing singer, her voice is so powerful even though her frame is like miniature, the same can be said of her supporting acts Derek ..... And Kristine Demarco. And Jesus Culture are proffesionalllllls! Those musicians were on point, the lights show was unbelievable, the whole atmosphere was crazy and the songs they did shook the room. I was extra happy because they did my favourites from some other big name artists - Set A Fire (Will Regan), Break Every Chain (Tasha Cobbs) and the biggest if big ones Oceans (Hillsong United). 

Best money I ever spent and I will definitely see them again if a UK tour comes soon...



Day 3



*(technically also day 2) Deluxe Inn Motel*

Considering the fact that I'm travelling alone and had to trek across Toronto for 2 days of my trip (including right now as I'm on the subway) I made sure my accommodation wasn't too far from whatever I wanted to do. So when I booked the D.I. I was extra happy because its like 30secs from the concert venue. HOWEVER, I thought let me be special and see what TripAdvisor says long after I've booked my ticket:

"Hadn't received my reservation from Expedia..........Room was filthy, especially the bathroom. Entrance door had been kicked in at the bottom, didn't close properly. Broken glass, obviously off a windshield all over the back parking lot. Pimps picking up their girls in the morning in black cadillacs. I would never, ever stay again in this place."


Now I've seen one to many horror movies and thrillers (Taken) for this to have been well received. Still, I'm a student and this wasn't payday week so....I prepared for the worst and kept my reservation. Lo and behold I'm writing this the next day, alive and well without some hook handed stranger jiggling my doorknob the night before. Score one for D.I.



*On The Subway*

I have to time for useless subway ticket officers and their stations. How are you gonna ensure that everything is cash only unless you want to pay by card for a $135 monthly pass?! And then have no ATMs anywhere in sight and not know where one can be found. Needless to say running around to find one made me miss my train on my perfectly Google mapped and planned route.

So I did what I always do when I don't know where I'm going and I'm lost - I got annoyed and upset and panicked thinking OMD I'm gonna miss my coach then have to buy a new coach ticket I'll never make it back home to Gatineau before Monday etc.

But this time - I'm on my own so I can't blame or take it out on whoever is with me (if you've ever been with me when this happens you know I do this). It was my responsibility. So for once, I'm relaxed. If I make it I make it, if I miss my coach so be it - ima be mad for a minute don't get my wrong- but I'll get over it because I have no choice, and I'll get home when I get home. Simple as.



If you haven't guessed already, I made it to the station sans problèmes.



Sitting on the coach home and I've decided, I take it back. Or rather let me readjust my statement.

Now that I've walked a bit through and am passing through the money section of down-town Tdot and the sun is out, it'd actually alright. That bus station could still use a spit shine though. Or maybe the rain really effects my perspective, on Friday down-town and Niagara may as well have been the underworld.


Friday, 23 May 2014

Toronto in 3 days: Day 1 (pictures added later)

So I decided to be extra brave and go on a solo blow out to Toronto so I can see Niagara before I come back home (and face everybody cussing me asking what on earth I was doing instead of seeing one of Canada's most famous features). To make sure I came I booked tickets to see one of my favourite singers - Kim Walker - in concert in another part of Toronto. Lord knows I'm not about to be wasting no money. I don't know how my wifi situation will be and I didn't bring my laptop so I'll be writing most of this on my phone as and when it happens. So here I am and here I go:

Day 1
 

* (technically the night before) Ottawa Bus Station Cringe *
 
I HATE having to sleep in public - with a passion - because I choose to budget travel cross- country like the student I am. 4 hours at the station waiting for the 1am bus (there was a ticket mix up etc - not my fault though #letsbeclear) means passing the time by going to sleep across three chairs with only 3 people in the seating area with you... then waking up to find its rammout, unable to open one eye but clearly seeing through the other one that one of the people opposite you extra close range seeing you with your crusty 'I woke up like dis' face is a #spice (if you know, you know, if you don't, UrbanDic). In short, peak times.


* The Downtown Toronto Bus Station *

(Bearing in mind its grey and probs gonna rain) Am I on the wrong side of town or something? Toronto is ghetts man, straight ghett- to the - to. This is like the grimey end of Peckham or Penge or Moss Side.....


* Niagra Falls Town and Bus Station *
 
Everyone said this town was tacky, in the best and worst way... well we can all imagine what tacky looks like when you get it wet. So far Niagara is looking a hot mess in this rain smh...

I took a moment to silently list all the people (you lot KNOW who you are lol) who made me think coming here would be a good idea.

Can't even lie, the weather forecast on my phone gassed me up. Talking about 40% change of rain. In Outaouais no one is here for 40%. That might as well mean sunshine guaranteed. Even with 80% we still managed a heatwave. Toronto however, takes 40% as 400% definite. See me here shivering in leggings, crying inside because my bag is full of shorts, skirts, a dress and no tights. What. Is. My. Life.

According to the Niagra H.I. (Hostelling International) receptionist, there's gonna be fireowrks at the falls tonight so I might be that Brave New Girl (oh heeeey Mr. George! - private joke, hope he gets it) and go have a look-see.


* Dad's Diner *

An army of drenched adolescents are currently marching past the window while I sip my coffee. This weather has definitely flat-lined any of my #MissIndependentGirlWonder escapades for the minute. I'm all for seeing the falls but getting soaked to the bone - ain't nobody got time fo' that!

In other news. It may be crappy outside but as usual the food is on and poppin! North American breakfasts and their glorious portions are just excellent (they would almost take the crown if I didn't love Jamaican breakfasts so much....). This may also be why I might be bringing back a friend - an extra thick chin lol - when I come home in a couple of weeks. Who could eat this kind of breakfast daily?!


* General Positive Observation *

On the upside, Tdot is slyly an international #spice market (again, if you know...). Maybe even on the same level as Montreal. Well done.

Saturday, 17 May 2014

Canadian Daytime TV and Supervising a school disco in Quebec {Part II}

If any of my fellow Quebec ELAs know about life and time well spent they will know about these two programs here:

In The Kitchen With Chef Pasquale

  • This guy is an actual legend. He is not here for all of these basic chefs when wearing his bright red pimped out king fisher toque. Pasquale is too busy making love to the camera with jokes for his imaginary audience and casually sliding into operatic power ballads while sautéing.

  • Introducing, my bae, Stefano Faita a.k.a my t.v. husband/imaginary ideal uomo italiano: 


In The Kitchen With Stefano





















His hairline is tragic but the culinary masterpieces he produces with his bare hands (not everyday Nigella sticking her fingers in cake batter) are just....He could put a ring on it any day.


There is no school on Monday, so these two Italian gentlemen will be filling my day while I handle business at home.

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 M'kay, so since I hate leaving things half finished, let me fill you in on the rest of my experiences supervising a disco at my school a little while back. Starting with the rules for

Girls

  • You will only roll with one of two crews:

BLW (Big Little Women) - who's compulsory attire includes a long hemline, preferably something the swirls when you twirl, ballet shows kitten heels and a tiny pointless handbag you fill with errythang in your room for no reason; that is so full you can't find your snack money, and has enough stuff in it that you can look busy rummaging in it when you have nothing to do or no-one to talk to or dance with. No shade, but shade. And I can say that because I was one of those girls for a hot second until like year 9 LOL.

OR

GG (Girl's Generation) - these chicks co-ordinate their outfits as hard as a Korean girl band. The look is always skinny jeans, and if the motive is pastel colours, everybody is sure to get the memo. The aim is for your jeans to be so tight, and fitted they can hold your entire life, no purse needed. So what if it takes you 5 minutes to wrestle your giant smart phone out of your stupidly tiny pocket. The fine print is:

If you didn't fight, and cry and struggle to get your jeans on....

And you won't require assistance to get you out of them later,
"You can't sit with us!"
  • Rolling to the party in your box-fresh patent gold hi-tops means you are officially Queen Bee...
  • If said "sneakers" also have multicoloured flashing lights you have rendered every other girl irrelevant, slaying the entire room.
  • If puberty has given you something to work with, break out that boob tube your mum may, or may not, have let you buy, and wear it with your favourite skin tone bra because you still believe the lie that that makes it invisible.
Sorry baby, this bra, does not carry the chameleon effect.
  • A dance floor is the perfect excuse for you to show off your cartwheels and backhand springs that you just learnt at cheer practice. Gone are the days of White Chicks style dance-offs it seems....
  • Today is the day you're allowed to wear makeup, even though you know jack about how to use it. You've been dying to use the little you have, especially that bright eye shadow that matches your "pants", the end result is something like this:
Snake, hairstyling, blending technique,
brush control and mascara ALL sold separately.
#SideNote
When you see said student, you try your hardest to keep a straight face and allow her to keep her confidence because she's pretty sure she looks good. And girls will LIE to their friends and let them look any kind of way when they leave. But that's all part of it, so let me un-crease and not upset the balance.



  • Dancing does however, have a time and place so make sure your skills are on point. For instance, when you win an mp3 player and you run up on stage. Then the DJs asks if you can shuffle, you better be ready when that track drops to have your shining moment:



And then, there was what happened to me:


  • Do NOT I repeat DO NOT, agree to man the snack table, that thing is a trap if you don't know what you're doing. It will lead to nothing. But. Trouble.
Exhibit A - when a whole bunch of students come your way and one tries to make eye contact with you so you can serve them. You don't know what half of these sweets are called in French, let alone how much they are on the price list, and everyone is shouting out their orders. Do a Prince George:


You look away, look down and get to looking hella-busy rearranging crisp packets.


Exhibit B - when loud music and shouting makes you re-realise the poor quality of the French you've managed to acquire. You are NOT equipped to manage a snack table in Quebec in any way, shape or form without orders being repeated and sign language being incorporated.

Your face when you try and desperately clutch at the fading memory of
whatever it was they said they wanted to buy....

Exhibit C - you chose languages, writing, humanities and left maths in the dust a long time ago. That part of your brain died a long time ago. So when students ask for a whole bunch of $0-2 items and hand you a penny, you struggle for a whole 5 mins to work out that change without getting out the phone calculator. Or worse, you forget the price of something so you assign your own, then discover  (when you bother to ask the teacher on the snack table with you to go over the prices one last time), you overcharged 20 students by 75 cents. Adopt your mother's philosophy and never admit you're wrong and just pray they don't bring it up.

^You show no outward reaction but inside you be like ^


I swear, the more I learn....the less I know.

Monday, 28 April 2014

Lessons learned while supervising a school disco in Quebec {Part I}

Disclaimer: To protect the anonymity of my students and school/keep me out of prison/because I'm not that girl slyly photographing students all day long, I ill stick to gifs, memes and other photos to demonstrate my points.

I'd forgotten how much middle and secondary school age teaches you about life. Mean Girls, for all those that don't know, is the actual truth of life. Adolescence in education is the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, natural selection, all that. And seeing these kids made me remember when those same rules applied to me. Needless to say I was not at the top of my school food chain, not even close.


Boys

Now for you to fully understand the 'sugar and spice and everything nice' process that goes into making young Quebecois boys into young Quebecois men, something needs to be clarified. For all you lot who keep asking me- 

So, who have you met in Canada?

or

So, what's Canada saying?

or

So, what's new in Canada?

You all are under the illusion that where I live, the male population walking around Quebec (all areas excluding Montreal, which is the New York of Canada #imo) look like this:

Constant smize action? Check. Ethnically ambiguous? Check.
Effortless North American badboy chic? Check.
When really, the vast majority of Quebecois boys (that I've seen) grow up to look like this:


Sorry guys, the image you have in your head belongs on a runway, not reality. 
Anyway, I said all that to say that the whole 'look' can be boiled down to some basic elements. And the training to put this look together, and basically succeed at life and own adolescence, starts from around grade 5. No better place to see it get executed to perfection than at a school disco. So, let's have a look at what I learnt from les gars:-

  • You ain't worth jack if you don't have some form of hat action going on. Options include:

The trucker casquette for the traditional boys.
Alternative choices for those unique boys.
The backwards snapback for the conformists.

#SideNote Beibs' general appearance from the start of his career to now, from the neck up, is a pretty accurate representation of the hair/hat situation most boys here try and go for. Who knew?

  • A 'long hair don't care' mentality is integral to the majority of your crew:


is clearly the sponsor of all teenage boys in my town.
#SideNote they all claim to despise One Direction but they fully understand and embrace the power of long, un-brushed hair.....

  • A school dance is the perfect occasion for you to break out your hair gel and biker jacket that you still haven't grown into yet and the dance is inside.
  • It is in no way necessary for you to do any dancing, all you and your crew will do is walk around, steal each others hats for piggy in the middle, play fight or hang around in corners.
  • You need to make sure your flannel action is on lock. Otherwise once again, you ain't jack:
If it's not plaid, you better just keep your hoody on, bruh.



  • The only interactions with girls you can participate in directly is pushing them, taking selfies or photobombing them.
  • When the DJ drops LMFAO Party Rock, it's on. All bets are off. And if you can't shuffle, that's right you guessed it - you ain't jack.

don't be afraid to take the floor and shuffle solo....
or break out with your whole squad, all the kids who
know about life will be doing it with you.