Avatar: The Last Airbender, Your Mother's a Liar, and I Don't Have A Pencil - Part II

I have so much to get off my chest, that my posts came in two parts.  If you keep up with my blog, then you have probably already read the post about "Sammich Boy and His Mommy".  I'm just getting over the ordeal with him and his mother, so I was not ready for what I would encounter today.

Those of you who have young children, especially boys, may be familiar with a show called Avatar: The Last Airbender.  I'm not sure what the show is about.  I do know that it's a cartoon and I believe a movie came out (not the one with the tall blue people).  The main character on the show is a bald boy who has some type of mohawk going.  It's not your customary mohawk though.  This mohawk comes to a point at the front of his head and is shaped like an arrow.  Quite a few of the boys in my class are crazy about the show, especially one in particular.  He actually wants to be called Avatar: The Last Airbender.  My partner teacher and I walk down to pick up our kids and Avatar: The Last Airbender greeted us.  This little boy's parents shaved the sides of his head and gave him a mohawk that was shaped like an arrow!  

I know our children need to develop their own identities and personalities.  We also have to give them the opportunity to express themselves.  However I truly believe that no matter how much our children may ask for certain things, sometimes you just have to say, "HELL TO THE NO!"

I'll include a picture of Avatar so you may have a very good idea of what I was looking at today.

Here is the last of the things I need to get off my chest.  This morning, I decided to give my class the Reading benchmark assessment.  I gave the children instructions on the assessment and what to do if they were done before time was up.  After time was up, there were two children in my class who were not even close to being done.  I found that quite odd, because I gave them more than enough time to complete the assessment.  I proceeded to make the mistake of asking why it was taking so long.  The first child responds by saying, "I don't have a pencil."  Well, at this point my blood is starting to boil and I'm trying to figure out why this kid waited so long to tell me that he did not have a pencil.  I look through his test and realize that he has answered at least half of the questions.  So, I go out on a limb (I knew I would want to throw myself into rush hour traffic after hearing their explanation.) and ask why half of the test is already completed.  

The both of them look at me with that blank stare and say, "Well, we were sharing a pencil."  At this point I lose control and ask, "Why would you share a pencil?!?!?!?!  That wasn't smart!"  I had to go stand in a corner and "WWWWWOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAA!" before I gained the mental capacity to go an speak with these young gentlemen.  Eventually I got it together.  Although I am starting to get angry just blogging about the incident.

I hope that after reading my two entries, you now understand my pain and why I am tempted to run into rush hour traffic on any given day.  Hope you enjoyed my entries and see you soon!

Avatar: The Last Airbender and his famous haircut