About the teacher....

NAME: Jennifer Oakley Busch (Formerly Ms Adams)

SCHOOL: Creekside Jr High

CLASS: 7th & 8th grade YES class

SCHOOL PHONE: 985-863-5882


About me

YES, I did get married last summer. I married Nick, so my last name is now 
Busch, not Adams.

Education:
    Elementary--Florida Avenue & Abney Elementary
    Jr High School-St Tammany Jr High
    High School-Salmen High School
    College-University of New Orleans

Experience:
   
      -7th Grade American History 
      -6th-8th grade Math
      -7th & 8th grade Reading, English, & Study Skills
      -8th grade Science & Louisiana History

Interests:
   My children: Jon, Ali, Chelsea, & Tori
   My family & friends
   Tigers
   Music
   BOOKS!!! (esp Dean Koontz)

About me....
   I have been known to be honest & loud at times!!

'If' .... by Rudyard Kipling... a poem to live by

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 
But make allowance for their doubting too: 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, 
Or being hated don't give way to hating, 
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; 

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; 
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, 
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 
And treat those two impostors just the same:. 
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings, 
And never breathe a word about your loss: 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, 
If all men count with you, but none too much: 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, 
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, 
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!