It's late, extremely early Christmas Eve morning and I have a million ideas swimming through my head. As I lay in bed making a mental note of my Christmas list, thoughts of the hectic weeks at work dance like sugar plums in my head. The natives (children in my class) were restless and they couldn't wait until Christmas break. I think I was more excited than they were, however I worked very hard to contain that excitement. I continued to think about work and I am grappling with the fact that I am getting old! All these happy thoughts lead us to a new Daley Laugh.
As I have mentioned before, I've been teaching since December 1998 and my first teaching gig was at an all-girl's Catholic high school. Well, lately I have been feeling ancient! One of my students from that all-girl high school was actually subbing in my building!!!!!!!!! I walked into the teacher's lounge and much to my surprise, I was greeted by one of my high school students!!!!!! When did she grow up? She looks exactly the same to me and it really does NOT seem that long ago that this girl (well...woman, now!) was sitting in my homeroom! I can't take it! I swear my face has not changed much since graduating from college (or is that just awesome genes?), so it can't be that long. I'm really feeling old!
As if being colleagues with one of my students wasn't bad enough, I'm running into girls I taught in high school at the bar!!!!!!!! I also have students asking me to hang out sometime! When did they reach the legal drinking age!?!?!?! Someone help me understand what is going on. I also need someone to reassure me that I am not getting older, I'm just getting better.
I'm glad I could share this senior moment with you. I hope you're getting a good laugh (at my expense, of course) out of this post.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Barbie Girl
I'm back with another post! Before I share the story, I'd like to thank my co-workers for sharing their stories with me. The story I'm sharing with you today belongs to one of them. Love you guys! You're the BEST!
Today I introduce you to Barbie. I had the pleasure of working with Barbie last year. Barbie is very special. She's not a Nicki Minaj or Lil Kim wanna-be. She's the sweetest little girl you would ever meet. However when you meet or talk to her, you always walk away saying, "What in the world?!?!?!" I have a few "Barbie anecdotes" to share with you today. I hope you enjoy.
Where should I begin??? I'll begin with Barbie's invention of Ugg Sneakers. The other day Barbie goes to class and asks her teacher for some string. The teacher asks why and Barbie proceeds to explain her story of woe. It is gym day and she's wearing Ugg boots. The gym teacher won't allow her to participate in gym because she's not wearing sneakers. She figures she can get some string and tie her Ugg boots up with the string (mind you the boots don't have holes for laces). That way, the gym teacher will think she has sneakers on. Her teacher says, "Well...how are you going to get the string to stay on the boots?" Barbie's response is, "I was going to glue the string on my boots."
This little girl is unbelievable. My Barbie story doesn't end here though. There's more. Hope you can handle it.
Our second story about Barbie is another doozy. Her teacher assigns homework. The next day, Barbie comes to school with the homework incomplete. She tells her teacher that she didn't know what the homework assignment was so she decided to do something else. The teacher says, "Who are you to change the homework assignment?" Barbie says, "I'm Barbie!" Have you had enough of the Barbie stories? Do you want more? I have one more story for you.
Picture this...Halloween 2009. Our school has a "Character Day" celebration and the children were supposed to come to school dressed as a character from a book. Barbie decided to dress as a unicorn. Sounds like a cute idea, doesn't it? It was cute. However, I want you to picture a fourth grader dressed in a full body unicorn costume. Hooves and everything...She even had a hood with a huge horn protruding from the head. To make matters worse she wore the costume all day long! Did I mention it was quite warm that day?
You may be thinking this girl is joking around. Nooooo...she is serious! Barbie is our special girl and you gotta love her! I know when you read some of my posts, you're wondering if I am making this stuff up. I can't make this stuff up. All my material is real life!
Today I introduce you to Barbie. I had the pleasure of working with Barbie last year. Barbie is very special. She's not a Nicki Minaj or Lil Kim wanna-be. She's the sweetest little girl you would ever meet. However when you meet or talk to her, you always walk away saying, "What in the world?!?!?!" I have a few "Barbie anecdotes" to share with you today. I hope you enjoy.
Where should I begin??? I'll begin with Barbie's invention of Ugg Sneakers. The other day Barbie goes to class and asks her teacher for some string. The teacher asks why and Barbie proceeds to explain her story of woe. It is gym day and she's wearing Ugg boots. The gym teacher won't allow her to participate in gym because she's not wearing sneakers. She figures she can get some string and tie her Ugg boots up with the string (mind you the boots don't have holes for laces). That way, the gym teacher will think she has sneakers on. Her teacher says, "Well...how are you going to get the string to stay on the boots?" Barbie's response is, "I was going to glue the string on my boots."
This little girl is unbelievable. My Barbie story doesn't end here though. There's more. Hope you can handle it.
Our second story about Barbie is another doozy. Her teacher assigns homework. The next day, Barbie comes to school with the homework incomplete. She tells her teacher that she didn't know what the homework assignment was so she decided to do something else. The teacher says, "Who are you to change the homework assignment?" Barbie says, "I'm Barbie!" Have you had enough of the Barbie stories? Do you want more? I have one more story for you.
Picture this...Halloween 2009. Our school has a "Character Day" celebration and the children were supposed to come to school dressed as a character from a book. Barbie decided to dress as a unicorn. Sounds like a cute idea, doesn't it? It was cute. However, I want you to picture a fourth grader dressed in a full body unicorn costume. Hooves and everything...She even had a hood with a huge horn protruding from the head. To make matters worse she wore the costume all day long! Did I mention it was quite warm that day?
You may be thinking this girl is joking around. Nooooo...she is serious! Barbie is our special girl and you gotta love her! I know when you read some of my posts, you're wondering if I am making this stuff up. I can't make this stuff up. All my material is real life!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Ashy Skin and Stank Breath
Hello all! I'm back with another installment. I actually have 2 installments. Most of the time when I post to The Daley Laugh, I usually tell stories about what has been happening in my classroom. At times, I hear a story from another teacher that is "blog worthy". I have a story from my classroom and my partner teacher's. Thanks partner for sharing the story with me. I got a good laugh out of it.
Meet Chester. He's a very enthusiastic child and does NOT hold his tongue for anyone. He keeps it real at all times. Let's just say that Chester is raw and uncut. This young man will tell you when his mom is dating someone new. He'll tell you that she leaves the house at night after he's supposed to be asleep (A note to those of you who have small children...be careful of what you say or do in front of your children. Trust me...the teacher knows ALL of your business.). He doesn't have a problem telling you about yourself. Not many people know how to take him. I like him, he has plenty of personality. When that little boy grows up, he will be a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, Chester is not in my class. He's in my partner teacher's class. However I have been blessed with the opportunity of meeting him.
Today one of Chester's classmates decided that he/she would get too close and invade his personal space. Big mistake...Chester was not having it! When the child got close enough, Chester exclaimed, "UGH! Get outta my face! Your breath smells like DOO-DOO!" Let's just say that quieted the stank breath child down. In the past he has told a certain child in my class (whose breath is kicking like a Jackie Chan movie), "Shaneequa! Back up! You know I don't roll with you like that! Your breath stinks!" So if you're looking for the truth and you want it raw and uncut, Mr. Chester will be glad to give it to you.
The second half of our story happened in my classroom. A couple of weeks ago, I introduced you to "The Riddler". To refresh your memory, he is the star of my post entitled "When Is Your Birthday?". Our story begins while we were meeting on the carpet. Another teacher came to visit my classroom and I got up from my seat to speak with them. As I'm walking back to my seat, one of my little angels decided to give "The Riddler" some advice on why he should use lotion.
Angel #1: UGH! What is wrong with your skin?!?!?!
The Riddler: What????
Angel #1: Your skin is really dry!
The Riddler: So!
Angel #1: So?!?!?! ILK! That looks nasty. It's so dry! You look like an alligator! You need to put some lotion on!
Now, I had the option of allowing the conversation to continue. However, if I didn't stop the conversation I would have had to deal with "The Riddler" crying about his ashy skin. The little "Angel of Lotion" would not have stopped because she was so disgusted with the state of his skin. It wasn't worth it. However, I will admit that I found the conversation VERY amusing. Just remember...Take it from my kids, Binaca and Vaseline Intensive Care is everyone's friend.
Meet Chester. He's a very enthusiastic child and does NOT hold his tongue for anyone. He keeps it real at all times. Let's just say that Chester is raw and uncut. This young man will tell you when his mom is dating someone new. He'll tell you that she leaves the house at night after he's supposed to be asleep (A note to those of you who have small children...be careful of what you say or do in front of your children. Trust me...the teacher knows ALL of your business.). He doesn't have a problem telling you about yourself. Not many people know how to take him. I like him, he has plenty of personality. When that little boy grows up, he will be a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, Chester is not in my class. He's in my partner teacher's class. However I have been blessed with the opportunity of meeting him.
Today one of Chester's classmates decided that he/she would get too close and invade his personal space. Big mistake...Chester was not having it! When the child got close enough, Chester exclaimed, "UGH! Get outta my face! Your breath smells like DOO-DOO!" Let's just say that quieted the stank breath child down. In the past he has told a certain child in my class (whose breath is kicking like a Jackie Chan movie), "Shaneequa! Back up! You know I don't roll with you like that! Your breath stinks!" So if you're looking for the truth and you want it raw and uncut, Mr. Chester will be glad to give it to you.
The second half of our story happened in my classroom. A couple of weeks ago, I introduced you to "The Riddler". To refresh your memory, he is the star of my post entitled "When Is Your Birthday?". Our story begins while we were meeting on the carpet. Another teacher came to visit my classroom and I got up from my seat to speak with them. As I'm walking back to my seat, one of my little angels decided to give "The Riddler" some advice on why he should use lotion.
Angel #1: UGH! What is wrong with your skin?!?!?!
The Riddler: What????
Angel #1: Your skin is really dry!
The Riddler: So!
Angel #1: So?!?!?! ILK! That looks nasty. It's so dry! You look like an alligator! You need to put some lotion on!
Now, I had the option of allowing the conversation to continue. However, if I didn't stop the conversation I would have had to deal with "The Riddler" crying about his ashy skin. The little "Angel of Lotion" would not have stopped because she was so disgusted with the state of his skin. It wasn't worth it. However, I will admit that I found the conversation VERY amusing. Just remember...Take it from my kids, Binaca and Vaseline Intensive Care is everyone's friend.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Oh No He Didn't!
For the most part, my blogs are about the the little ones in my class. Occasionally, I will post a story about me or a parent in my class. Today's post is about one of the parents. For those of you who have read some of my previous blogs, I'm sure you might have fallen in love with Anthony's father from "It's Not That Serious" (the canned goods story). Unfortunately, our story is not about him, it's about one of my past parents. Where should I begin????
I'm sure that some of you are familiar with Beyonce and her breakout group Destiny's Child. I believe on Destiny's Child's first album they had a song entitled "Bug-a-Boo". A bug-a-boo is that stalker guy who is constantly calling your phone, emailing, texting, he may be visiting you at your job. He's the guy you run away from if you "conveniently" end up at the same location. I'm sure you get my drift. Well, the school I work at has one. He is constantly lingering around the office. He loves to catch the teachers in passing and talk them to death. If we could understand what he was saying, maybe that would help. However he insists on using this voice that I guess he considers his "sexy voice". It's all quite pitiful. To sit in a Parent/Teacher Conference with this man is even worse.
Well, the other day I came downstairs to talk to another parent. Mr. Bug-a-Boo was also waiting downstairs for his son to finish basketball practice. After I finished meeting with the parent who was there to speak with me, I walked past the bug-a-boo. Right after I passed him, I felt something hit me in the back of my head. I turned around with a very perplexed look on my face and the bug-a-boo is looking at me with this "I'm a molestor" smile on his face. I find out that the bug-a-boo hit me in the back of my head with his hat and scarf! Who does that?!?!?! I'm mad he thought we were cool like that! To make matters worse, he was giving me that "I'm a molestor" look! I just feel so violated!
Note to self...stay away from the molestor and watch your back!
I'm sure that some of you are familiar with Beyonce and her breakout group Destiny's Child. I believe on Destiny's Child's first album they had a song entitled "Bug-a-Boo". A bug-a-boo is that stalker guy who is constantly calling your phone, emailing, texting, he may be visiting you at your job. He's the guy you run away from if you "conveniently" end up at the same location. I'm sure you get my drift. Well, the school I work at has one. He is constantly lingering around the office. He loves to catch the teachers in passing and talk them to death. If we could understand what he was saying, maybe that would help. However he insists on using this voice that I guess he considers his "sexy voice". It's all quite pitiful. To sit in a Parent/Teacher Conference with this man is even worse.
Well, the other day I came downstairs to talk to another parent. Mr. Bug-a-Boo was also waiting downstairs for his son to finish basketball practice. After I finished meeting with the parent who was there to speak with me, I walked past the bug-a-boo. Right after I passed him, I felt something hit me in the back of my head. I turned around with a very perplexed look on my face and the bug-a-boo is looking at me with this "I'm a molestor" smile on his face. I find out that the bug-a-boo hit me in the back of my head with his hat and scarf! Who does that?!?!?! I'm mad he thought we were cool like that! To make matters worse, he was giving me that "I'm a molestor" look! I just feel so violated!
Note to self...stay away from the molestor and watch your back!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
If I Wasn't Afraid of Losing My Job...
Hello all! At times when all is quiet, I reminisce about all of my teaching experience. This month makes 12 years that I have been in this game. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't seem like very long, but it feels like eons to me.
I started teaching in December of '98 at an all-girls, Catholic high school. I was excited...excited about a lot of things. It was my first teaching job after graduating. It was my first real check (although it equaled peanuts), but it was still a check. I had my own benefits. I was growing up and I swore I could change the world and the teaching profession.
Needless to say, I was knocked down to reality within the first two months. I made the mistake of trying to be my students' friends (wish someone had told me that it would backfire) and it didn't help that I looked just like them. The only difference was, I was out of uniform. I used to get in 'trouble' for going into the teacher's lounge, the faculty bathroom...you name it, I got in trouble for it. That is until whoever was yelling at me realized who I actually was. It didn't help that one of my teachers from high school was now my co-worker and there was absolutely no one to mentor me! But I digress...
I realized this was not the setting for me quite early on. However, I was not ready to give up. My enthusiasm for the profession made me swear I could take on the world and change it. Within my first 2-3 months Bertha (that's what I'm naming her...and trust me the name TRULY fits) was determined to meet me in the parking lot or at the bus stop at 3 pm! I knew then I was in the wrong setting.
Picture this: Sometime in early 1999...A young, enthusiastic teacher gives a review for a test. She tells the girls exactly what will be on the test. Big Bertha in the back decides that she's going to talk to her friends, pat her weave, and not pay attention to the review. Bertha takes the test and FAILS miserably. When Bertha receives the results of her test, she shoots the teacher rocks for an entire 45 minutes and decides to approach the teacher (in an "I'm gonna whoop her a**" kinda way) after class. The teacher looks Bertha up and down and wonders if she can take her. Bertha is talking junk on her way out of class. This young teacher is wondering if she can pay a 15 year old gangsta b***ch from the street or if she knows a ghetto girl who will handle Bertha for free.
If I wasn't afraid of losing my job and going to jail, Bertha and I would have thrown down! Did I mention that in my two and a half year bid at that institution, I was tempted to come out of character and handle some business???? Needless to say, I didn't. I was afraid of losing my job and going to jail. I'm glad I had that experience though. It taught me that I am not supposed to work with children over the age of 10. And if I can help it...NO MORE Catholic schools for me.
I started teaching in December of '98 at an all-girls, Catholic high school. I was excited...excited about a lot of things. It was my first teaching job after graduating. It was my first real check (although it equaled peanuts), but it was still a check. I had my own benefits. I was growing up and I swore I could change the world and the teaching profession.
Needless to say, I was knocked down to reality within the first two months. I made the mistake of trying to be my students' friends (wish someone had told me that it would backfire) and it didn't help that I looked just like them. The only difference was, I was out of uniform. I used to get in 'trouble' for going into the teacher's lounge, the faculty bathroom...you name it, I got in trouble for it. That is until whoever was yelling at me realized who I actually was. It didn't help that one of my teachers from high school was now my co-worker and there was absolutely no one to mentor me! But I digress...
I realized this was not the setting for me quite early on. However, I was not ready to give up. My enthusiasm for the profession made me swear I could take on the world and change it. Within my first 2-3 months Bertha (that's what I'm naming her...and trust me the name TRULY fits) was determined to meet me in the parking lot or at the bus stop at 3 pm! I knew then I was in the wrong setting.
Picture this: Sometime in early 1999...A young, enthusiastic teacher gives a review for a test. She tells the girls exactly what will be on the test. Big Bertha in the back decides that she's going to talk to her friends, pat her weave, and not pay attention to the review. Bertha takes the test and FAILS miserably. When Bertha receives the results of her test, she shoots the teacher rocks for an entire 45 minutes and decides to approach the teacher (in an "I'm gonna whoop her a**" kinda way) after class. The teacher looks Bertha up and down and wonders if she can take her. Bertha is talking junk on her way out of class. This young teacher is wondering if she can pay a 15 year old gangsta b***ch from the street or if she knows a ghetto girl who will handle Bertha for free.
If I wasn't afraid of losing my job and going to jail, Bertha and I would have thrown down! Did I mention that in my two and a half year bid at that institution, I was tempted to come out of character and handle some business???? Needless to say, I didn't. I was afraid of losing my job and going to jail. I'm glad I had that experience though. It taught me that I am not supposed to work with children over the age of 10. And if I can help it...NO MORE Catholic schools for me.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Is That Embarrassing Enough For Ya????
After dealing with "The Riddler" and his birthday woes (see the previous installment of The Daley Laugh), I figured the rest of the day would be smooth sailing. Well...I was wrong. This post is about dear, sweet Georgie in my class. Georgie is the little one who molested me by giving me a hug and pinching my love handles. He means well, but I really felt uncomfortable after that and hoped that the cameras in the building did not pick that incident up. Enough about the molestation...on to today's story.
Georgie is a very enthusiastic child. He loves learning and really wants to do well. However, he can get a little carried away at times and needs to be reminded to get back on track. Today was one of those days. He was loud and talking out of turn all day long. Everytime I looked at him, he was fooling around and I just couldn't take it anymore. Lucky for me, his mother works in our building and if I am having some issues with him, I know I can always call 'Mommy' and she will back me up (we're like a posse). Lucky for him, I have never had to call 'Mommy' to my classroom...until today.
The children were lined up and about to enter the classroom when I noticed Georgie bouncing off the walls. He was talking a mile a minute, he was loud AND bouncing around like a jumping bean. So I told him to go get his mother immediately (Georgie's mom is one of those old school, no nonsense Haitian mommas. For those of you who don't know...they are a force to be reckoned with!). I know...I had one!. At that moment he knew he was going to get it. But...I gotta give it to him, he went without protesting.
Georgie's mother came to the classroom and I explained to her that he was rather rambunctious today and that I had been talking to him ALL DAY. Georgie's mother grabs him by the face and tells him this...
Georgie's Mom: (while grabbing Georgie's face) You are going inside the classroom and you will apologize for disturbing them today. Then you are going to tell them that after today, you will not speak unless the teacher speaks to you or asks you to speak. After that you will tell them that if Ms. Daley has to call me to speak to you about your behavior, I'm going to kill you.
Georgie: (frightened look on his face) Huh???? What am I supposed to say again?
Me: Just go into the classroom and apologize for disrupting the class.
Georgie's Mom: You are to apologize for disrupting the class and tell them that if I have to come up here to speak with you about your behavior again, I will kill you!
At this point, Georgie walks into the classroom (with 'Mommy' in tow) and apologizes to the class for being disruptive. Then he proceeds to tell them that if he doesn't get his act together, his mother will come to the classroom and kill him.
The children are sitting at their seats in shock. Some of them have their mouths covered in shock. A few of the girls were 'clutching their pearls' and some other children were trying to contain fits of laughter.
Then Georgie's mom interjects with, "If I have to come back in here for you, I'll be coming with the brush."
The other children have looks of utter confusion on their faces upon hearing this and one of them gets bold and says, "Brush???? Are you going to brush his hair?"
Georgie's mom says, "No! Some of you might get a belt. I get a brush!"
At this point, the children gasp and start whispering about how much trouble Georgie is in. Needless to say, I don't hear a peep out of Georgie for the rest of the day. I pray that today's incident was enough embarrassment for a good while and that he'll think twice before acting like a pinball bouncing around the pinball machine all day long!
Georgie's mom may have been a tad bit extreme for some people, but sometimes we need those old school, no nonsense Haitian mommas to keep us in check.
Georgie is a very enthusiastic child. He loves learning and really wants to do well. However, he can get a little carried away at times and needs to be reminded to get back on track. Today was one of those days. He was loud and talking out of turn all day long. Everytime I looked at him, he was fooling around and I just couldn't take it anymore. Lucky for me, his mother works in our building and if I am having some issues with him, I know I can always call 'Mommy' and she will back me up (we're like a posse). Lucky for him, I have never had to call 'Mommy' to my classroom...until today.
The children were lined up and about to enter the classroom when I noticed Georgie bouncing off the walls. He was talking a mile a minute, he was loud AND bouncing around like a jumping bean. So I told him to go get his mother immediately (Georgie's mom is one of those old school, no nonsense Haitian mommas. For those of you who don't know...they are a force to be reckoned with!). I know...I had one!. At that moment he knew he was going to get it. But...I gotta give it to him, he went without protesting.
Georgie's mother came to the classroom and I explained to her that he was rather rambunctious today and that I had been talking to him ALL DAY. Georgie's mother grabs him by the face and tells him this...
Georgie's Mom: (while grabbing Georgie's face) You are going inside the classroom and you will apologize for disturbing them today. Then you are going to tell them that after today, you will not speak unless the teacher speaks to you or asks you to speak. After that you will tell them that if Ms. Daley has to call me to speak to you about your behavior, I'm going to kill you.
Georgie: (frightened look on his face) Huh???? What am I supposed to say again?
Me: Just go into the classroom and apologize for disrupting the class.
Georgie's Mom: You are to apologize for disrupting the class and tell them that if I have to come up here to speak with you about your behavior again, I will kill you!
At this point, Georgie walks into the classroom (with 'Mommy' in tow) and apologizes to the class for being disruptive. Then he proceeds to tell them that if he doesn't get his act together, his mother will come to the classroom and kill him.
The children are sitting at their seats in shock. Some of them have their mouths covered in shock. A few of the girls were 'clutching their pearls' and some other children were trying to contain fits of laughter.
Then Georgie's mom interjects with, "If I have to come back in here for you, I'll be coming with the brush."
The other children have looks of utter confusion on their faces upon hearing this and one of them gets bold and says, "Brush???? Are you going to brush his hair?"
Georgie's mom says, "No! Some of you might get a belt. I get a brush!"
At this point, the children gasp and start whispering about how much trouble Georgie is in. Needless to say, I don't hear a peep out of Georgie for the rest of the day. I pray that today's incident was enough embarrassment for a good while and that he'll think twice before acting like a pinball bouncing around the pinball machine all day long!
Georgie's mom may have been a tad bit extreme for some people, but sometimes we need those old school, no nonsense Haitian mommas to keep us in check.
When Is Your Birthday?
Today was filled with WTF moments. Two big WTF moments stick out, so I will be posting twice today. Let's start with a young man I call "The Riddler." Everytime I look at this child I say to myself, "WTF?!?!?!?!" Every waking moment in the classroom with him is confusing. Hence the name, "The Riddler".
During Science we were discussing the similarities/differences between solids and liquids. "The Riddler" decides to make swooshing noises and shake the saliva around in his mouth. The noise reminded me of the gurgling noise babies make when they realize they can make other sounds with their mouths. I guess he was making a connection with the liquid in his mouth to the Science lesson??? I swear I am still trying to make sense of it. But of course, it's a riddle and only he knows the answer!
At this point, I am disgusted with the noise, so I use poor judgement and inquire about his antics.
Me: What are you doing?
The Riddler: Hmmm (while looking puzzled)????
Me: Why are you making that noise?
The Riddler: makes some type of grunting noise
Me: That noise is disgusting. Second graders don't behave like that. Babies do. How old are you?
The Riddler: I 'ont know...
Me: Stop playing games. How old are you?
The Riddler: I 'ont know.
Me: You know, that's not something you tell everyone. You should know how old you are. When is your birthday?
The Riddler: September...
At this point the children sitting around him are appalled and whispering, "He doesn't know how old he is? He's crazy..."
I decide to leave the situation alone, because I am at a loss for words. He doesn't know how old he is? This kid has got to be yanking my chain. Well...our story doesn't end here. "The Riddler" goes to an after school program where one of my very good friends works. So I call my friend and tell him about what happened. He decides to investigate and find out if the kid was playing around. Meanwhile, I am praying that this kid was just joking around. My friend investigates and the story is still the same.
Of course my friend refuses to accept that this child doesn't know how old he is, so he waits for the child's mother to come pick him up. My friend asks the mother how old her son is and she says 8. Then the mother proceeds to tell my friend that "The Riddler's" birthday was on Sunday!!!!!!!!! Let's remember this child told me his birthday was in September!
Now the mother of this child is saying that his birthday was on Sunday. She even said they had a party for him!!!!!!!! Meanwhile, the child is looking at her as if he has NO IDEA what she's talking about. Of course, he is giving her the blank stare like she's speaking German to him and has no recollection of this birthday that was celebrated on November 28!!!!!!!!! My friend has worked enough times with this child to know that he has no clue about his birthday or date of birth! REALLY?!?!?!
But wait...there's more! Since I refuse to accept that this child doesn't know his age or date of birth (AND HE'S IN THE SECOND GRADE), I do some more investigating. I look back at my questionnaires and surveys that I took on the first day of school when I met the children. This little boy told me that his birthday was in January!
Let's just say I am at a loss and I have seen/heard it all! He's in the second grade and doesn't know his birthday?!?!?! IMPOSSIBLE!
During Science we were discussing the similarities/differences between solids and liquids. "The Riddler" decides to make swooshing noises and shake the saliva around in his mouth. The noise reminded me of the gurgling noise babies make when they realize they can make other sounds with their mouths. I guess he was making a connection with the liquid in his mouth to the Science lesson??? I swear I am still trying to make sense of it. But of course, it's a riddle and only he knows the answer!
At this point, I am disgusted with the noise, so I use poor judgement and inquire about his antics.
Me: What are you doing?
The Riddler: Hmmm (while looking puzzled)????
Me: Why are you making that noise?
The Riddler: makes some type of grunting noise
Me: That noise is disgusting. Second graders don't behave like that. Babies do. How old are you?
The Riddler: I 'ont know...
Me: Stop playing games. How old are you?
The Riddler: I 'ont know.
Me: You know, that's not something you tell everyone. You should know how old you are. When is your birthday?
The Riddler: September...
At this point the children sitting around him are appalled and whispering, "He doesn't know how old he is? He's crazy..."
I decide to leave the situation alone, because I am at a loss for words. He doesn't know how old he is? This kid has got to be yanking my chain. Well...our story doesn't end here. "The Riddler" goes to an after school program where one of my very good friends works. So I call my friend and tell him about what happened. He decides to investigate and find out if the kid was playing around. Meanwhile, I am praying that this kid was just joking around. My friend investigates and the story is still the same.
Of course my friend refuses to accept that this child doesn't know how old he is, so he waits for the child's mother to come pick him up. My friend asks the mother how old her son is and she says 8. Then the mother proceeds to tell my friend that "The Riddler's" birthday was on Sunday!!!!!!!!! Let's remember this child told me his birthday was in September!
Now the mother of this child is saying that his birthday was on Sunday. She even said they had a party for him!!!!!!!! Meanwhile, the child is looking at her as if he has NO IDEA what she's talking about. Of course, he is giving her the blank stare like she's speaking German to him and has no recollection of this birthday that was celebrated on November 28!!!!!!!!! My friend has worked enough times with this child to know that he has no clue about his birthday or date of birth! REALLY?!?!?!
But wait...there's more! Since I refuse to accept that this child doesn't know his age or date of birth (AND HE'S IN THE SECOND GRADE), I do some more investigating. I look back at my questionnaires and surveys that I took on the first day of school when I met the children. This little boy told me that his birthday was in January!
Let's just say I am at a loss and I have seen/heard it all! He's in the second grade and doesn't know his birthday?!?!?! IMPOSSIBLE!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
It's Not That Serious!
Sometimes I have stories that I don't think are "blog-worthy". Then when I'm shooting the breeze with co-workers and friends, they say..."You should soooo post that! That's hilarious!" Today's Daley Laugh is one of those stories. So...here it goes!
The school I work at was collecting canned goods for Thanksgiving to send to the community food bank. To increase the amount of canned goods we collect, our principal creates a little healthy competition. Usually the class who collects the most canned goods wins a pizza party. So you know the competition is heavy in the building. Sometimes the teachers go at it and plot to steal canned goods from another class to increase their chances of winning.
Well...one of the little angels in my class (we'll call him Anthony) was SERIOUS about winning the competition this year. Everyday he made it a point to remind his peers to bring canned goods into school. If one of the children forgos to bring in cans, he would be prepared with a lecture and a pep talk as to why it was important for us to bring in canned goods (of course his reason was so that our class could win the pizza party).
As the canned food drive progressed, Little Anthony started stressing his peers AND his parents out at home (You would think this child has never eaten pizza before!)! Each morning, Anthony's dad would say, "Ms. Daley! This child is stressing me out about these canned goods! Is it that serious?!?!?!" I explained to Anthony's dad that the class with the most canned goods would win a pizza party. Of course Anthony's dad is like, "Pizza?!?! We eat that at least once a week! It's not that serious!"
The last day of the canned food drive arrived. I'm in my classroom taking attendance, collecting homework, and all those other wonderful morning tasks when I hear Anthony's dad call my name. I come to the doorway and I see Anthony crouched into a little ball, weeping outside my door.
Anthony's dad says, "See! Dis yo fault! This canned food drive done made the boy go crazy!"
Of course I'm confused and I ask what is going on. Anthony's dad proceeds to tell me that Little Anthony is upset because his dad did not buy any canned foods to donate to our food drive. Anthony is also upset because he feels that if his dad bought canned foods, our class would have been guaranteed a victory.
I look at Little Anthony and say, "Anthony? Canned foods? It's not that serious. Please come in the classroom and get ready to begin the day."
Little Anthony drags himself into the coat closet and then I hear Anthony's dad say, "You still actin' crazy? Everybody out." I have never seen those children file out of the coat closet so quickly. Then I hear a smack and then it's quiet.
When Anthony's dad emerges from the closet, he lets me know that he had to handle some business. Then he said, "Canned goods??? It's not that serious!"
The school I work at was collecting canned goods for Thanksgiving to send to the community food bank. To increase the amount of canned goods we collect, our principal creates a little healthy competition. Usually the class who collects the most canned goods wins a pizza party. So you know the competition is heavy in the building. Sometimes the teachers go at it and plot to steal canned goods from another class to increase their chances of winning.
Well...one of the little angels in my class (we'll call him Anthony) was SERIOUS about winning the competition this year. Everyday he made it a point to remind his peers to bring canned goods into school. If one of the children forgos to bring in cans, he would be prepared with a lecture and a pep talk as to why it was important for us to bring in canned goods (of course his reason was so that our class could win the pizza party).
As the canned food drive progressed, Little Anthony started stressing his peers AND his parents out at home (You would think this child has never eaten pizza before!)! Each morning, Anthony's dad would say, "Ms. Daley! This child is stressing me out about these canned goods! Is it that serious?!?!?!" I explained to Anthony's dad that the class with the most canned goods would win a pizza party. Of course Anthony's dad is like, "Pizza?!?! We eat that at least once a week! It's not that serious!"
The last day of the canned food drive arrived. I'm in my classroom taking attendance, collecting homework, and all those other wonderful morning tasks when I hear Anthony's dad call my name. I come to the doorway and I see Anthony crouched into a little ball, weeping outside my door.
Anthony's dad says, "See! Dis yo fault! This canned food drive done made the boy go crazy!"
Of course I'm confused and I ask what is going on. Anthony's dad proceeds to tell me that Little Anthony is upset because his dad did not buy any canned foods to donate to our food drive. Anthony is also upset because he feels that if his dad bought canned foods, our class would have been guaranteed a victory.
I look at Little Anthony and say, "Anthony? Canned foods? It's not that serious. Please come in the classroom and get ready to begin the day."
Little Anthony drags himself into the coat closet and then I hear Anthony's dad say, "You still actin' crazy? Everybody out." I have never seen those children file out of the coat closet so quickly. Then I hear a smack and then it's quiet.
When Anthony's dad emerges from the closet, he lets me know that he had to handle some business. Then he said, "Canned goods??? It's not that serious!"
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
BUSTED!
Hello all! Here I am with a brand, spanking new post to my blog. It was quite a busy day. The funny thing is I didn't go to work today. Today was my son's birthday and I decided to take the day to deliver goodies to his class and sugar up other people's children, then send them home. I guess it worked since his class was loaded with cupcakes from their Thanksgiving feast AND the goodies my son shared with his class. One sugared up child is enough!
On with my story...I took the day off to spend with my son for his 5th birthday. Well my son had an early dismissal and so did my school. I needed to run an errand and I made the mistake of running that errand in the vicinity of the school I work at (STUPID MOVE, MRS. DALEY!). Not only was I in very close proximity of the school, I also decided to run that errand as my school was dismissing. Obviously I wasn't thinking. DUH! I run into the store and am on line about to make my purchase when I hear..."Mrs. Daley! There you are!"
At this point I'm cringing because I know when I turn around I will be staring into the face of a child from my school. Just my luck, the child would be in my class. Of course I was extremely lucky and I turned around to look into the face of a child and mother from my class. Well it gets better...the child begins his interrogation process. Now of course, when I'm teaching Reading and I ask this child to make up some good questions to ask about the story, he can barely do that. However he knew ALL the right questions to ask (in front of his mother, might I add) about why I wasn't school and what was I doing in the store.
Georgie - Mrs. Daley! Where were you today?
Me - (trying to maintain composure in front of the parent) Well, I was feeling a little under the weather today.
Georgie - Under the weather? What does that mean? You stayed home because of the weather? It's nice out today.
Me - Under the weather means that I wasn't feeling well today.
Georgie - Then why did you come outside? You should be home.
Me - You're right...I should be home.
Georgie - Well, maybe you're feeling a little better. That means you will be in school on Monday, right?
Me - Of course! Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Georgie - Ok...see you Monday.
Well, needless to say I was quite embarassed and it felt as though the line was moving slower than ever! It was clear the parent wanted to start laughing and say, "BUSTED!" I truly was busted today.
Mental note to self: Do not run errands in the vicinity of the school on alleged "sick days".
Mental note #2: If I need to run errands in the vicinity of the school, make sure I run them WELL after dismissal time.
On with my story...I took the day off to spend with my son for his 5th birthday. Well my son had an early dismissal and so did my school. I needed to run an errand and I made the mistake of running that errand in the vicinity of the school I work at (STUPID MOVE, MRS. DALEY!). Not only was I in very close proximity of the school, I also decided to run that errand as my school was dismissing. Obviously I wasn't thinking. DUH! I run into the store and am on line about to make my purchase when I hear..."Mrs. Daley! There you are!"
At this point I'm cringing because I know when I turn around I will be staring into the face of a child from my school. Just my luck, the child would be in my class. Of course I was extremely lucky and I turned around to look into the face of a child and mother from my class. Well it gets better...the child begins his interrogation process. Now of course, when I'm teaching Reading and I ask this child to make up some good questions to ask about the story, he can barely do that. However he knew ALL the right questions to ask (in front of his mother, might I add) about why I wasn't school and what was I doing in the store.
Georgie - Mrs. Daley! Where were you today?
Me - (trying to maintain composure in front of the parent) Well, I was feeling a little under the weather today.
Georgie - Under the weather? What does that mean? You stayed home because of the weather? It's nice out today.
Me - Under the weather means that I wasn't feeling well today.
Georgie - Then why did you come outside? You should be home.
Me - You're right...I should be home.
Georgie - Well, maybe you're feeling a little better. That means you will be in school on Monday, right?
Me - Of course! Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Georgie - Ok...see you Monday.
Well, needless to say I was quite embarassed and it felt as though the line was moving slower than ever! It was clear the parent wanted to start laughing and say, "BUSTED!" I truly was busted today.
Mental note to self: Do not run errands in the vicinity of the school on alleged "sick days".
Mental note #2: If I need to run errands in the vicinity of the school, make sure I run them WELL after dismissal time.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher #16
The saga of Big Perm continues...
I meant to post about this yesterday. By the time I got home yesterday, I was too stressed out and annoyed. So I decided not to post the Daley Laugh.
Soooo...where should I begin??? Ahhhhh...Big Perm! Big Perm and his parents never cease to amaze me. But yesterday, it took everything in me not to point and laugh. I did an excellent job maintaining my composure. However, when I saw him in the hall, I did STOP in my tracks and STARE for a good 2-3 minutes.
I am sure most of you are familiar with that annoying female rapper, Nicki Minaj. Well, for those of you who are not familiar with her...she likes to wear wigs of crazy colors and different styles. Sometimes you might see her in a Chinese Bob. You may have seen Rihanna wearing her hair like that from time to time. Well...Big Perm must have gotten a touch up (relaxer) over the weekend. Yesterday his hair was bone straight and it was kind of styled into a Chinese Bob (I'll be including a picture of one for you visual learners.). Well, I stopped and stared. I even did a "Linda Blair" as I continued to walk down the hallway. I swear my head turned ALL THE WAY around! My question is...Why does this boy's mother and sisters continue to make a mockery of him on a weekly basis?!?!?!?! HE LOOKS TERRIBLE!
Part 2 of today's Daley Laugh is actually about some of the kids in my class. My kids don't do many things that make me say "Oh my gosh! I have to write about this!" Well, today was one of those days I had to write about.
A young girl (we'll call her Susie) and a young boy (we'll call him Tony) are arguing in my classroom. Tony runs up to me and tells me that Susie said nasty things to him. So I ask..."What kind of nasty things?" Tony whispers, "Susie said my butthole is wide." So you know I had to pause and get it together before I commented. Of course, I ask why she told him he had a wide butthole. Tony is distraught and tells me he has no idea why she would say that. So I call Susie over and I ask her if she told Tony he had a wide butthole. She looks at me with wide eyes because she's about to lie, but instead she gives me some crazy story about him taking something from her. So she decided to insult him by telling him he had a wide butthole. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Susie? Could you come here for a moment?
Susie: Yes...
Me: Susie, did you tell Tony that his butthole was wide????
Susie: (wide eyed) Well...he...ummmmm...Well he took my paper from me and told me to be quiet. So I told him that's why he farts too much and his butthole is wide because of it.
Me: I see...well, what's a butthole?
Susie: Huh?!?!
Me: What's a butthole?
Susie: (whispers) That thing behind you.
Me: My desk????
Susie: No...that thing behind you. Between your buttcheeks.
Me: OHHHHHH! Do you talk like that at home?
Susie: No.
Me: Have you ever heard me tell one of you that your butthole is too wide?
Susie: No.
Me: Then why would you choose to have those conversations in school?
Susie: (no answer)
I don't think I need to write anymore about Susie, Big Perm and their shenanigans. I know you're thinking that this can't possibly be going on at her school or in her class. I am not joking. I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to! So as you can see...I had a very fun filled Tuesday. Unfortunately my stress level made me forget about it. I'm glad I was able to share this story with you to bring down that level of stress. I hope you enjoyed the Daley Laugh.
I meant to post about this yesterday. By the time I got home yesterday, I was too stressed out and annoyed. So I decided not to post the Daley Laugh.
Soooo...where should I begin??? Ahhhhh...Big Perm! Big Perm and his parents never cease to amaze me. But yesterday, it took everything in me not to point and laugh. I did an excellent job maintaining my composure. However, when I saw him in the hall, I did STOP in my tracks and STARE for a good 2-3 minutes.
I am sure most of you are familiar with that annoying female rapper, Nicki Minaj. Well, for those of you who are not familiar with her...she likes to wear wigs of crazy colors and different styles. Sometimes you might see her in a Chinese Bob. You may have seen Rihanna wearing her hair like that from time to time. Well...Big Perm must have gotten a touch up (relaxer) over the weekend. Yesterday his hair was bone straight and it was kind of styled into a Chinese Bob (I'll be including a picture of one for you visual learners.). Well, I stopped and stared. I even did a "Linda Blair" as I continued to walk down the hallway. I swear my head turned ALL THE WAY around! My question is...Why does this boy's mother and sisters continue to make a mockery of him on a weekly basis?!?!?!?! HE LOOKS TERRIBLE!
Part 2 of today's Daley Laugh is actually about some of the kids in my class. My kids don't do many things that make me say "Oh my gosh! I have to write about this!" Well, today was one of those days I had to write about.
A young girl (we'll call her Susie) and a young boy (we'll call him Tony) are arguing in my classroom. Tony runs up to me and tells me that Susie said nasty things to him. So I ask..."What kind of nasty things?" Tony whispers, "Susie said my butthole is wide." So you know I had to pause and get it together before I commented. Of course, I ask why she told him he had a wide butthole. Tony is distraught and tells me he has no idea why she would say that. So I call Susie over and I ask her if she told Tony he had a wide butthole. She looks at me with wide eyes because she's about to lie, but instead she gives me some crazy story about him taking something from her. So she decided to insult him by telling him he had a wide butthole. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Susie? Could you come here for a moment?
Susie: Yes...
Me: Susie, did you tell Tony that his butthole was wide????
Susie: (wide eyed) Well...he...ummmmm...Well he took my paper from me and told me to be quiet. So I told him that's why he farts too much and his butthole is wide because of it.
Me: I see...well, what's a butthole?
Susie: Huh?!?!
Me: What's a butthole?
Susie: (whispers) That thing behind you.
Me: My desk????
Susie: No...that thing behind you. Between your buttcheeks.
Me: OHHHHHH! Do you talk like that at home?
Susie: No.
Me: Have you ever heard me tell one of you that your butthole is too wide?
Susie: No.
Me: Then why would you choose to have those conversations in school?
Susie: (no answer)
I don't think I need to write anymore about Susie, Big Perm and their shenanigans. I know you're thinking that this can't possibly be going on at her school or in her class. I am not joking. I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to! So as you can see...I had a very fun filled Tuesday. Unfortunately my stress level made me forget about it. I'm glad I was able to share this story with you to bring down that level of stress. I hope you enjoyed the Daley Laugh.
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| Big Perm's newest hairstyle |
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher #14
Hi guys! A new school year is upon us and I am back with another Daley Laugh! I'm so excited!!!!!!! Surprising as it may be, I really miss the kids I had last year. They were an awesome bunch and most of all...I MISS PETER!!!!!!! So far, the children in my class haven't done anything that would make me want to post a Daley Laugh. I was beginning to get worried until I spotted one of my former students in the hallway today. Those of you who are familiar with the movie Friday will understand why I have renamed the boy 'Big Perm'.
Well...I'm walking up the steps with some pep and I happen to run into one of my students (who is now in the 6th grade). I glanced at him, did a quick double take, and almost tripped up the steps. This young man had his hair styled into something that was a cross between a doobie (roller set) and a jheri curl (Michael Jackson's 80's hairstyle). To make matters worse...it was parted down the middle!!!!!!!!!!
What parent in their right mind would allow their 11 year old son walk around with his hair styled like that?!?!?! I mean, was he trying out for a part as Huggy Bear's extra in Starsky and Hutch? UNBELIEVEABLE!!!!!!!!! The sad part is this...I think someone in his house must be going to beauty school because his mother and sisters have been experimenting on his hair since the kindergarten (I've known this child since he was in the kindergarten!)! I'll give you the timeline of Big Perm's hairstyles.
Kindergarten - He started the school year off with a regular haircut. It evolved into a TWA (teeny weeny afro). Then he had corn rows (braids) w/extensions...Weave to be exact. He finished the school year with a relaxer (kind of and Al Sharpton type of hairdo.)
1st - I believe a regular haircut. A TWA here and there and then braids (sometimes with weave).
2nd - Regular haircut. Braids at times and a TWA.
3rd - Regular haircut. Sometimes a TWA.
4th - He started with a regular haircut. Eventually that low haircut evolved into a relaxer that was cut into a pixie cut (Halle Berry's short do...sometimes with spikes). One day, he wore an afro wig.
5th - Low haircut. A TWA. At some point, corn rows w/weave and rubber bands at the tips.
6th - Corn rows w/weave. And now the doobie/jheri curl. Which has earned him the name Big Perm.
I am sure this little boy loathes his sisters and mother for putting him through this torture. I loathe them for him.
I am sure that after reading this, you're saying this can't be true. I'm telling u...it is. I can't make this stuff up. And if I could post pictures, I would. Hope you enjoyed today's Daley Laugh. It made me chuckle in the middle of a hectic day.
Well...I'm walking up the steps with some pep and I happen to run into one of my students (who is now in the 6th grade). I glanced at him, did a quick double take, and almost tripped up the steps. This young man had his hair styled into something that was a cross between a doobie (roller set) and a jheri curl (Michael Jackson's 80's hairstyle). To make matters worse...it was parted down the middle!!!!!!!!!!
What parent in their right mind would allow their 11 year old son walk around with his hair styled like that?!?!?! I mean, was he trying out for a part as Huggy Bear's extra in Starsky and Hutch? UNBELIEVEABLE!!!!!!!!! The sad part is this...I think someone in his house must be going to beauty school because his mother and sisters have been experimenting on his hair since the kindergarten (I've known this child since he was in the kindergarten!)! I'll give you the timeline of Big Perm's hairstyles.
Kindergarten - He started the school year off with a regular haircut. It evolved into a TWA (teeny weeny afro). Then he had corn rows (braids) w/extensions...Weave to be exact. He finished the school year with a relaxer (kind of and Al Sharpton type of hairdo.)
1st - I believe a regular haircut. A TWA here and there and then braids (sometimes with weave).
2nd - Regular haircut. Braids at times and a TWA.
3rd - Regular haircut. Sometimes a TWA.
4th - He started with a regular haircut. Eventually that low haircut evolved into a relaxer that was cut into a pixie cut (Halle Berry's short do...sometimes with spikes). One day, he wore an afro wig.
5th - Low haircut. A TWA. At some point, corn rows w/weave and rubber bands at the tips.
6th - Corn rows w/weave. And now the doobie/jheri curl. Which has earned him the name Big Perm.
I am sure this little boy loathes his sisters and mother for putting him through this torture. I loathe them for him.
I am sure that after reading this, you're saying this can't be true. I'm telling u...it is. I can't make this stuff up. And if I could post pictures, I would. Hope you enjoyed today's Daley Laugh. It made me chuckle in the middle of a hectic day.
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher #13
The year is over! Thank goodness! It's been a rough year and I am glad to say that I made it through. My last day is Friday and I will be on a well deserved summer break. The natives (my students) are restless and they cannot wait until they are set free at 12:45 pm on Thursday, June 24, 2010. I can't wait to set them free either.
This week, we've been cleaning up the classroom, taking books home, cleaning out desks, and all that other fun stuff. In the mean time, the children have been kicking back, relaxing, playing board games, and having such meaningful conversations with each other.
As I was cleaning the classroom, I was quite surprised to hear about their topic of conversation. I heard the words "alien" and "Arizona", so it made my ears perk up a bit so I could listen to this conversation. I even started working a lot slower so I could concentrate on their discussion. They were sitting in groups when Buffy (she's my drama queen) started the conversation. It went a little something like this...
Buffy: Did you know that Dora was an alien from Arizona?
Eric: An alien from Arizona? Arizona is in the United States and Dora is not from outer space.
Tiffany: Dora is not an alien and there is no such thing is aliens!
Buffy: I saw it! Dora had a black eye and everything. They beat her up because she's an alien.
That's as much of the conversation I could handle. Then one of my kids comes up to me and says, "Mrs. Daley, did you hear that Dora was an alien from Arizona?"
I had to contain myself. This was the first time I was hearing about this issue of Dora being an alien and having a black eye. Well, I didn't want the children to have false information. So in a simple way, I explained the issue in Arizona and why they were seeing pictures of Dora (the Explorer) with a black eye. I also had to explain what they meant by alien in that sense.
I really liked this group of second graders. Some of the conversations they would have were hilarious. Some were quite interesting and even made me stop to think. I wish I could have moved up to third grade with them. They were a hilarious bunch. Very innocent and sometimes whiny and babyish...but I loved them all the same. I'm going to miss them next year.
Well, hope you enjoyed the Daley Laugh. Hopefully, I will have one more story to share before the last day. If not, I had a great time sharing moments with my class. Hope you enjoyed reading the Daley Laugh as much as I enjoyed writing it.
This week, we've been cleaning up the classroom, taking books home, cleaning out desks, and all that other fun stuff. In the mean time, the children have been kicking back, relaxing, playing board games, and having such meaningful conversations with each other.
As I was cleaning the classroom, I was quite surprised to hear about their topic of conversation. I heard the words "alien" and "Arizona", so it made my ears perk up a bit so I could listen to this conversation. I even started working a lot slower so I could concentrate on their discussion. They were sitting in groups when Buffy (she's my drama queen) started the conversation. It went a little something like this...
Buffy: Did you know that Dora was an alien from Arizona?
Eric: An alien from Arizona? Arizona is in the United States and Dora is not from outer space.
Tiffany: Dora is not an alien and there is no such thing is aliens!
Buffy: I saw it! Dora had a black eye and everything. They beat her up because she's an alien.
That's as much of the conversation I could handle. Then one of my kids comes up to me and says, "Mrs. Daley, did you hear that Dora was an alien from Arizona?"
I had to contain myself. This was the first time I was hearing about this issue of Dora being an alien and having a black eye. Well, I didn't want the children to have false information. So in a simple way, I explained the issue in Arizona and why they were seeing pictures of Dora (the Explorer) with a black eye. I also had to explain what they meant by alien in that sense.
I really liked this group of second graders. Some of the conversations they would have were hilarious. Some were quite interesting and even made me stop to think. I wish I could have moved up to third grade with them. They were a hilarious bunch. Very innocent and sometimes whiny and babyish...but I loved them all the same. I'm going to miss them next year.
Well, hope you enjoyed the Daley Laugh. Hopefully, I will have one more story to share before the last day. If not, I had a great time sharing moments with my class. Hope you enjoyed reading the Daley Laugh as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher #11
After today, I'm tempted to changed the title of my "Daley Laugh" to "Daley Laugh and Some Sentiments". For those of you who don't know how this school year began for me...let's just say that I was ready to quit teaching completely by October. Let's just say I went through 3 big changes in a matter of just 6 weeks! And I'm only speaking about the 2009-2010 school year. It was rough. Like I said yesterday, I've been giving my career path some serious thought. Well yesterday, the kids reminded me of why I decided to teach.
Today, I started off the day praying that I would not go postal. It was a bad day. Towards the end of the day, I received something that made me a little misty eyed and I was truly touched. Before I go into what made me feel that way, I must give you some background knowledge.
In the beginning of the school year, I was slated to teach second grade. Due to some unforeseen circumstances within the building I was asked to take over the 4th grade the day before school started. Yes...that's what I said. I got used to the idea of teaching 4th grade right away and I was actually excited. I really wanted to work with the incoming 4th graders. Since I was asked to move to the 4th grade, the 2nd grade class I was slated to have was without a teacher. Unfortunately, they had to start the school year with a substitute.
Well...6 weeks into the school year, I am informed that I must go back to second grade. The class was in a disarray and they needed a "seasoned teacher" to go in and put it back together (Or so I was told.). The logic behind this decision made no sense, but I am low on the totem pole...I'm just a classroom teacher. What do I know? Well, needless to say, I was VERY UPSET. I had already formed a bond with some of the children and did not want to leave them. Of course, I didn't have a choice and I was back in the second grade.
Today the 4th graders I originally had were given a Writing assignment by their teacher and she sent it to me. She told me I would appreciate it. The assignment was to write about their worst memory of fourth grade. I learned today that you never know what impact you have on a child's life. They always remember the tiniest gesture (whether it be positive or negative). I'm going to share this child's response with you. It brought a little tear to my eye and as I am typing this...I'm getting a little teary eyed. Soooooo...here it goes!
The worst memory of this school year is when Ms. Daley left our class. It was the worst memory because Ms. Daley was the best teacher that I ever had. She was really nice and she treated us like we were her kids. We never had a problem with her. Ms. Daley is the first teacher that the whole class was respectful to. If you have the chance to meet her, you'd love her just like me. Ms. Daley will probably work in 5th grade. If she does, I will be so happy. I will be her teacher's helper, assistant, best student and help her with passing out paper and pencils. I love you, Ms. Daley!!!!
After reading that I was so touched. I was speechless and it actually made my day. I guess this is my path in life. It's where I'm supposed to be. I never dreamed of having such an effect on a child and must say that I am so touched to know that this child feels this way about me.
That's all for today...thanks for sharing in my moment.
Today, I started off the day praying that I would not go postal. It was a bad day. Towards the end of the day, I received something that made me a little misty eyed and I was truly touched. Before I go into what made me feel that way, I must give you some background knowledge.
In the beginning of the school year, I was slated to teach second grade. Due to some unforeseen circumstances within the building I was asked to take over the 4th grade the day before school started. Yes...that's what I said. I got used to the idea of teaching 4th grade right away and I was actually excited. I really wanted to work with the incoming 4th graders. Since I was asked to move to the 4th grade, the 2nd grade class I was slated to have was without a teacher. Unfortunately, they had to start the school year with a substitute.
Well...6 weeks into the school year, I am informed that I must go back to second grade. The class was in a disarray and they needed a "seasoned teacher" to go in and put it back together (Or so I was told.). The logic behind this decision made no sense, but I am low on the totem pole...I'm just a classroom teacher. What do I know? Well, needless to say, I was VERY UPSET. I had already formed a bond with some of the children and did not want to leave them. Of course, I didn't have a choice and I was back in the second grade.
Today the 4th graders I originally had were given a Writing assignment by their teacher and she sent it to me. She told me I would appreciate it. The assignment was to write about their worst memory of fourth grade. I learned today that you never know what impact you have on a child's life. They always remember the tiniest gesture (whether it be positive or negative). I'm going to share this child's response with you. It brought a little tear to my eye and as I am typing this...I'm getting a little teary eyed. Soooooo...here it goes!
The worst memory of this school year is when Ms. Daley left our class. It was the worst memory because Ms. Daley was the best teacher that I ever had. She was really nice and she treated us like we were her kids. We never had a problem with her. Ms. Daley is the first teacher that the whole class was respectful to. If you have the chance to meet her, you'd love her just like me. Ms. Daley will probably work in 5th grade. If she does, I will be so happy. I will be her teacher's helper, assistant, best student and help her with passing out paper and pencils. I love you, Ms. Daley!!!!
After reading that I was so touched. I was speechless and it actually made my day. I guess this is my path in life. It's where I'm supposed to be. I never dreamed of having such an effect on a child and must say that I am so touched to know that this child feels this way about me.
That's all for today...thanks for sharing in my moment.
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher #10
The year is coming to a close and I am impatiently waiting for that last day. It's been a trying year for me in many ways, however my motto is; what doesn't break you, only makes you stronger. A few times this year, I thought I was going to be broken and I toughed it out.
Usually, the Daley Laugh is a funny tidbit about something crazy one of the kids in my class did. Today's entry is a little funny, but it also reminded me of how life was so much simpler as a child. For that moment (as I was observing the little cherubs), I wished that I was sitting on the other side of the classroom again.
In Science, we were planting seeds and I actually was in awe of the children (Even Peter was awesome today!). They were so enthusiastic and that enthusiasm was so infectious. They were bubbling with questions and I actually stopped for just a moment to soak it all in.
It came time for me to distribute the seeds and as the children received them, all I could hear was, "Wow! Look how tiny they are? What kind of seed is this?" As the children were exploring and buzzing over these seeds, a new conversation started. The children decided to name the seeds. I thought this was cute. I heard names like Selena Gomez, Mylie Cyrus, Jonas Brothers, Miranda Cosgrove, etc. I chuckled. Then the children proceeded to take it further. Some of the seeds were twins, other seeds were "regular brother and sister" (whatever that means...).
Well, to make a long story short...I was reminded of why I went into teaching. A lot of times this year, I questioned my career path. I started looking for career paths outside of the education field. Today, during that 45 minute period of Science, I fell in love with teaching again. I guess I needed that moment to put things back in perspective again.
I guess today's entry was not much of a "Daley Laugh". However, I did laugh a bit while listening to my students' conversations. Hope you enjoyed my entry today. If not, that's fine too.
Usually, the Daley Laugh is a funny tidbit about something crazy one of the kids in my class did. Today's entry is a little funny, but it also reminded me of how life was so much simpler as a child. For that moment (as I was observing the little cherubs), I wished that I was sitting on the other side of the classroom again.
In Science, we were planting seeds and I actually was in awe of the children (Even Peter was awesome today!). They were so enthusiastic and that enthusiasm was so infectious. They were bubbling with questions and I actually stopped for just a moment to soak it all in.
It came time for me to distribute the seeds and as the children received them, all I could hear was, "Wow! Look how tiny they are? What kind of seed is this?" As the children were exploring and buzzing over these seeds, a new conversation started. The children decided to name the seeds. I thought this was cute. I heard names like Selena Gomez, Mylie Cyrus, Jonas Brothers, Miranda Cosgrove, etc. I chuckled. Then the children proceeded to take it further. Some of the seeds were twins, other seeds were "regular brother and sister" (whatever that means...).
Well, to make a long story short...I was reminded of why I went into teaching. A lot of times this year, I questioned my career path. I started looking for career paths outside of the education field. Today, during that 45 minute period of Science, I fell in love with teaching again. I guess I needed that moment to put things back in perspective again.
I guess today's entry was not much of a "Daley Laugh". However, I did laugh a bit while listening to my students' conversations. Hope you enjoyed my entry today. If not, that's fine too.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher #9
It's been quite some time since I last updated you on the shenanigans in my class. Well, I must say that today was full of them. Of course we know our favorite little boy, Peter was the star of each shenanigan. I should have known this day would have been full of opportunities for comic relief. Today was our field day. Peter was in rare form.
All week the children were reminded of our field day. They were also told to wear comfortable clothing (i.e. gym uniform) and bring a bottle of water with their name on it. Well, let's say Peter marched to the beat of his own drummer when it came to that directive. Peter came to school wearing navy slacks (uniform pants), a white polo shirt (buttoned ALL the way to the top), and a navy sweater vest. He was in uniform alright...the everyday uniform! I asked him to take off the vest before we went to field day. He didn't want to. I asked if he was hot. Of course, he said, "No, I'm fine." Those of you in Jersey know how hot it was today. I was afraid the little cherub was going to pass out during our field day activities, but he hung in there. And not once did he look disheveled. LOL! His shirt stayed tucked in the ENTIRE day.
Well, the day continued without any problems until it was time to play kickball. I decided to be fun-loving and play kickball with my class. Well, it was my turn to kick. I kicked the ball into the outfield. Peter (who was on the opposite team) ran towards the ball and scooped it up. Well, one would think he would throw the ball to someone standing on base to tag me out. Or one would expect for him to chase me with the ball until he tagged me. Noooooo...not Peter. He marches to the beat of his own drum. He scooped up the ball and ran in the OPPOSITE direction! Instead of chasing me or throwing th ball to someone on base, he ran further and further into the outfield! Now, I paused and said to myself..."Self? Is he running away with the ball? No, he's gonna turn back around. He just messing around." He continued to run. The other children are screaming and yelling at him to come back. I'm telling you, if the children had not started to yell and scream, he would have run out the park and straight home! One of the other boys in my class (we'll call him Ricky) says, "Peter! What the heck are you doing?!?!?!?! You're supposed to tag her! Not run away from her!"
You would think the shenanigans stop there. Noooooooo! This is Peter, who marches to the beat of his own drum! While his team is supposed to be kicking during the game, Peter to get in touch with his "spidey senses" and climb the fence! Now here I am trying to coax this little boy down the fence!
As you can see, my day was full of fun events! I cannot wait for June 25! Well, I hope you enjoyed today's Daley Laugh. I just ask for your prayers. Help me and Peter make it to June 25.
All week the children were reminded of our field day. They were also told to wear comfortable clothing (i.e. gym uniform) and bring a bottle of water with their name on it. Well, let's say Peter marched to the beat of his own drummer when it came to that directive. Peter came to school wearing navy slacks (uniform pants), a white polo shirt (buttoned ALL the way to the top), and a navy sweater vest. He was in uniform alright...the everyday uniform! I asked him to take off the vest before we went to field day. He didn't want to. I asked if he was hot. Of course, he said, "No, I'm fine." Those of you in Jersey know how hot it was today. I was afraid the little cherub was going to pass out during our field day activities, but he hung in there. And not once did he look disheveled. LOL! His shirt stayed tucked in the ENTIRE day.
Well, the day continued without any problems until it was time to play kickball. I decided to be fun-loving and play kickball with my class. Well, it was my turn to kick. I kicked the ball into the outfield. Peter (who was on the opposite team) ran towards the ball and scooped it up. Well, one would think he would throw the ball to someone standing on base to tag me out. Or one would expect for him to chase me with the ball until he tagged me. Noooooo...not Peter. He marches to the beat of his own drum. He scooped up the ball and ran in the OPPOSITE direction! Instead of chasing me or throwing th ball to someone on base, he ran further and further into the outfield! Now, I paused and said to myself..."Self? Is he running away with the ball? No, he's gonna turn back around. He just messing around." He continued to run. The other children are screaming and yelling at him to come back. I'm telling you, if the children had not started to yell and scream, he would have run out the park and straight home! One of the other boys in my class (we'll call him Ricky) says, "Peter! What the heck are you doing?!?!?!?! You're supposed to tag her! Not run away from her!"
You would think the shenanigans stop there. Noooooooo! This is Peter, who marches to the beat of his own drum! While his team is supposed to be kicking during the game, Peter to get in touch with his "spidey senses" and climb the fence! Now here I am trying to coax this little boy down the fence!
As you can see, my day was full of fun events! I cannot wait for June 25! Well, I hope you enjoyed today's Daley Laugh. I just ask for your prayers. Help me and Peter make it to June 25.
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher #3
Here I am with another edition of the Daley Laugh. I hope you guys aren't getting too tired of my entries, but it's therapeutic for me. At least I get to laugh about my day. If you are bored, just don't read it. Well, let's just say "the new kid" did not let me down today. He was very quiet today. But today takes the cake. I don't think I can top this entry. The Daley Laugh begins during Writing today. I'm beginning to notice a pattern. Most of the antics happen during that time (which is in the morning).
Today, I'm going to name the new kid "Peter". The names I'm using today are to protect the innocent. Like I said before, our episode begins during Writing. Before I go into today's episode of The Daley Laugh, I think I should give you a little background information on how I run my Writing block.
This week we are working on the Principal's Book of the Month, where I read a book chosen by the principal to the class. After I have finished reading it, the children respond to it by making connections to their lives, the world, etc. Well, I read the book to them yesterday and the children began responding to the book. Today was Day 2 of the PBOM (Principal's Book of the Month). Some of my children were still writing, while others were ready to do some peer conferencing. Peer conferencing is when they pair off with another child and critique each other's writing. The kids get a sticky note and give one piece of positive feedback and 2 suggestions that will improve the piece. While this is going on we have the classical music playing and the children are relatively quiet.
Now on to the juicy stuff! Well, Peter (the new kid) has finished his piece and needs someone to conference with. I am not aware of this since I am engaged with another student (the children know not to interrupt me while I am conferencing, unless it's an emergency). While I am conferencing, I hear one of my little princesses (we'll call her Jane) say, "What are you doing and who are you talking to?" I ignore this comment since it doesn't sound like a fight. No one is crying, whining or singing, "Mrs. Daaaaallllllleeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!"
I think I'm home free until I hear Jane say, "Mrs. Daaaaaaallllllllllllleeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy!"
I look up and say, "Yes?" And she responds with, "Peter is conferencing with himself!" Of course, I didn't believe her. I can't imagine someone conferencing with himself. That would mean the child is talking to himself and answering back. This can't be possible, I refuse to believe it! So I make the mistake of asking for more information. Why can't I just learn to LET IT GO! Noooooo! I have to find out exactly what is going on.
So I say, "Peter? What is going on? You're conferencing with yourself?" With no shame in his game, he says, "Yes. I didn't have anyone to conference with. Everyone else is busy."
I say (I'm a fool. I should have let it go when he confirmed that he was conferencing with himself), "And how is it that you're conferencing with yourself?"
Jane doesn't even let him explain, she says, "He's reading his paper and writing his suggestions on the sticky note and telling himself what he can do to make it better."
So after that comment, I am done. What can I say, because I am speechless! Who conferences with themselves?!?!?!?! I don't know!
Needless to say, since I am at a loss for words my only response is..."okay."
So there we have it...The Daley Laugh for April 13, 2010. I don't think I'll be able to top today. If I can, I'll be lucky. I'm still speechless.
Today, I'm going to name the new kid "Peter". The names I'm using today are to protect the innocent. Like I said before, our episode begins during Writing. Before I go into today's episode of The Daley Laugh, I think I should give you a little background information on how I run my Writing block.
This week we are working on the Principal's Book of the Month, where I read a book chosen by the principal to the class. After I have finished reading it, the children respond to it by making connections to their lives, the world, etc. Well, I read the book to them yesterday and the children began responding to the book. Today was Day 2 of the PBOM (Principal's Book of the Month). Some of my children were still writing, while others were ready to do some peer conferencing. Peer conferencing is when they pair off with another child and critique each other's writing. The kids get a sticky note and give one piece of positive feedback and 2 suggestions that will improve the piece. While this is going on we have the classical music playing and the children are relatively quiet.
Now on to the juicy stuff! Well, Peter (the new kid) has finished his piece and needs someone to conference with. I am not aware of this since I am engaged with another student (the children know not to interrupt me while I am conferencing, unless it's an emergency). While I am conferencing, I hear one of my little princesses (we'll call her Jane) say, "What are you doing and who are you talking to?" I ignore this comment since it doesn't sound like a fight. No one is crying, whining or singing, "Mrs. Daaaaallllllleeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!"
I think I'm home free until I hear Jane say, "Mrs. Daaaaaaallllllllllllleeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy!"
I look up and say, "Yes?" And she responds with, "Peter is conferencing with himself!" Of course, I didn't believe her. I can't imagine someone conferencing with himself. That would mean the child is talking to himself and answering back. This can't be possible, I refuse to believe it! So I make the mistake of asking for more information. Why can't I just learn to LET IT GO! Noooooo! I have to find out exactly what is going on.
So I say, "Peter? What is going on? You're conferencing with yourself?" With no shame in his game, he says, "Yes. I didn't have anyone to conference with. Everyone else is busy."
I say (I'm a fool. I should have let it go when he confirmed that he was conferencing with himself), "And how is it that you're conferencing with yourself?"
Jane doesn't even let him explain, she says, "He's reading his paper and writing his suggestions on the sticky note and telling himself what he can do to make it better."
So after that comment, I am done. What can I say, because I am speechless! Who conferences with themselves?!?!?!?! I don't know!
Needless to say, since I am at a loss for words my only response is..."okay."
So there we have it...The Daley Laugh for April 13, 2010. I don't think I'll be able to top today. If I can, I'll be lucky. I'm still speechless.
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher #2
Soooo...today was my first day back after a much deserved week long break. Not a good day for me to come back since my allergies were in rare form today. Almost every other word was followed by a sneeze, my nose was constantly itching and I wanted to stick a hanger down my throat since it was itching so bad. Well, on with my day...it started uneventfully and I thought that I wouldn't have anything interesting to share with you today. However, "the new kid" didn't let me down and today's writing lesson made me chuckle a bit.
We'll start with the new kid. Surprisingly, he did not harass me today. Instead he harassed his table mates. He started by channeling his new alter ego, Michelangelo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, Yeah, we met him today.). In the middle of our writing time (which is supposed to be calm and quiet, hence the classical music I play at that time), "the new kid" decides to pick up 4 pencils and pretend they were nunchucks. Then to make things worse, he decides it would be nice to include sound effects. Well, the little princess next to him goes, "Hey! What is your problem?!?! Cut it out before you get in trouble!"
Lucky for him, I was conferencing with another student when his alter ego decided to make an appearance. I asked the darling girl next to him what was wrong and she proceeds to demonstrate (mimic) what he was doing. It took everything in me to keep my professionalism and not bust out laughing. I must have really been sick, because I calmly walked up to him (I have lost every ounce of patience for this kid, so this was a big step for me.) and asked him to stop. I told him he couldn't continue to do that, since it was disturbing the people at his table. He understood and stopped.
Now, we move on to the Science lesson I received during writing. A couple weeks ago I posted this: According to one of the kids in my class, Bengal Tigers eat squid and people. Well, when that happened I kindly asked the child to please go back to her sources and double check that information. Well, I was conferencing with that child today. Do you think he/she went and corrected that information? No, of course not! He/She decided to leave it there and add some more interesting tidbits about Bengal Tigers. "Bengal Tigers eat squid and people because they are meat eaters." REALLY?!?!?!?! Because they are meat eaters?!?!?!
So in any case that you're at the beach this summer, be careful, you might see a Bengal Tiger hunting for squid. You should be extra careful, because if he can't find any squid, he'll definitely be chasing you down those sandy beaches. Then again, you could always offer him a plate of fried calamari w/marinara sauce.
I hope you found today's entry amusing. It made me chuckle a little, since I'm not feeling too hot anyway. It's a little dry, but the children were subdued for most of the day. Hopefully, it will make you chuckle. The rest of the week should be a little more exciting.
We'll start with the new kid. Surprisingly, he did not harass me today. Instead he harassed his table mates. He started by channeling his new alter ego, Michelangelo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, Yeah, we met him today.). In the middle of our writing time (which is supposed to be calm and quiet, hence the classical music I play at that time), "the new kid" decides to pick up 4 pencils and pretend they were nunchucks. Then to make things worse, he decides it would be nice to include sound effects. Well, the little princess next to him goes, "Hey! What is your problem?!?! Cut it out before you get in trouble!"
Lucky for him, I was conferencing with another student when his alter ego decided to make an appearance. I asked the darling girl next to him what was wrong and she proceeds to demonstrate (mimic) what he was doing. It took everything in me to keep my professionalism and not bust out laughing. I must have really been sick, because I calmly walked up to him (I have lost every ounce of patience for this kid, so this was a big step for me.) and asked him to stop. I told him he couldn't continue to do that, since it was disturbing the people at his table. He understood and stopped.
Now, we move on to the Science lesson I received during writing. A couple weeks ago I posted this: According to one of the kids in my class, Bengal Tigers eat squid and people. Well, when that happened I kindly asked the child to please go back to her sources and double check that information. Well, I was conferencing with that child today. Do you think he/she went and corrected that information? No, of course not! He/She decided to leave it there and add some more interesting tidbits about Bengal Tigers. "Bengal Tigers eat squid and people because they are meat eaters." REALLY?!?!?!?! Because they are meat eaters?!?!?!
So in any case that you're at the beach this summer, be careful, you might see a Bengal Tiger hunting for squid. You should be extra careful, because if he can't find any squid, he'll definitely be chasing you down those sandy beaches. Then again, you could always offer him a plate of fried calamari w/marinara sauce.
I hope you found today's entry amusing. It made me chuckle a little, since I'm not feeling too hot anyway. It's a little dry, but the children were subdued for most of the day. Hopefully, it will make you chuckle. The rest of the week should be a little more exciting.
The Daley Laugh - Tales of an Elementary School Teacher
Many of you who have been following the status updates of my class (my stars) have found a few of them quite amusing. I usually post them because I need a release or most often something to make me laugh.
Well, I have decided to take the advice of a high school chum (Thanks Beth!) and blog about my very cute and interesting class. So here it goes, the 1st installment of the Daley Laugh-Tales of an Elementary School Teacher. Hope you enjoy.
Soooo...I have a new story about the "new kid" in my class. Let me begin by saying that he is definitely no longer the new kid. Two kids transferred in after him and he's been in my class since January. However, he will always be the new kid to me since everyday is a brand new experience with him. Today, "the new kid" decided to give me a second introduction to his alter ego, Peter Parker. I met Peter (for the second time) as he was attempting to scale the walls in the hallway. I believe that's how we met the first time. I'm waiting to see if he will drop from the ceiling on his web.
Well, I have decided to take the advice of a high school chum (Thanks Beth!) and blog about my very cute and interesting class. So here it goes, the 1st installment of the Daley Laugh-Tales of an Elementary School Teacher. Hope you enjoy.
Soooo...I have a new story about the "new kid" in my class. Let me begin by saying that he is definitely no longer the new kid. Two kids transferred in after him and he's been in my class since January. However, he will always be the new kid to me since everyday is a brand new experience with him. Today, "the new kid" decided to give me a second introduction to his alter ego, Peter Parker. I met Peter (for the second time) as he was attempting to scale the walls in the hallway. I believe that's how we met the first time. I'm waiting to see if he will drop from the ceiling on his web.
As if that wasn't enough for me today, "the new kid" decided to have lunch early when he started eating his pencil grip. I mean tearing it up like BBQ ribs! I asked him if he was hungry. He said no. I asked why he was eating the pencil grip. He told me he wasn't. He was biting it. At that moment I wanted to wrestle him to the ground. I mean wrestle like Hulk Hogan in WWE! REALLY?!?!?! "I wasn't eating it, I was biting it." That was a wooossssaaaaa moment. Thank God, it was time for lunch. He would have left the room in a disheveled mess and I would have handcuffed and fingerprinted myself. The authorities would not have had much to do. I would have also had the police report typed up and ready for filing. I swear this kid comes to school with a list of ways to drive me up the freaking wall (like Spiderman). At least I'm on break for a week. That's something to look forward to.
Hope you all enjoyed my "new kid" story. More stories to come the week of April 12.
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