jammin'
I recently experienced a prophecy come true. It happened on Thursday at approximately 11:15 am. I walked into the office at my school, successfully entered my mentor teacher's copy code into the copy machine, properly aligned the pages from the student's journal I was attempting to copy, hit the big green circular "go" button..... and jammed the copier.
My roommate, who is a teacher in the Salem-Keizer district, warned me about these copiers. I've heard more than a few tales of woe as she has ferociously fought them all in the name of lesson plans. I've even seen the ink stains on her tiny hands - battle wounds. Apparently all the copy machines in the district are the same. So suffice it to say; I'd been warned.
And yet, as I stared at that incomprehensible error message on the tiny screen, I still could not believe it was really happening to me. My very first attempt at photo-copying anything for this school district, and it was a failure.
Luckily, an instructional assistant saw me in my sorrowful state and took pity on me. She whistled her secret whistle and a batch of oompa loompas came to the rescue and put the machine back in working order in no time (or maybe she just lifted a bunch of hidden latches, punched in some buttons, and somehow retrieved a crinkled up paper that had once been my copy... you decide).
In other news: WE HAVE KITTENS! :)
My roommate, who is a teacher in the Salem-Keizer district, warned me about these copiers. I've heard more than a few tales of woe as she has ferociously fought them all in the name of lesson plans. I've even seen the ink stains on her tiny hands - battle wounds. Apparently all the copy machines in the district are the same. So suffice it to say; I'd been warned.
And yet, as I stared at that incomprehensible error message on the tiny screen, I still could not believe it was really happening to me. My very first attempt at photo-copying anything for this school district, and it was a failure.
Luckily, an instructional assistant saw me in my sorrowful state and took pity on me. She whistled her secret whistle and a batch of oompa loompas came to the rescue and put the machine back in working order in no time (or maybe she just lifted a bunch of hidden latches, punched in some buttons, and somehow retrieved a crinkled up paper that had once been my copy... you decide).
In other news: WE HAVE KITTENS! :)
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Looking forward to more news and photo's of kitten hints.
LOVE, DAD