Today as I’m stopped at a red light, one of my students (A) crossed the street directly in front of me. He didn’t notice me, so I gave a little honk. He was startled, realized it was me, gave me a scowl and then continued to walk. As he was almost to the sidewalk, he flipped me off.
Today two of my seniors researched pre-med/pediatric programs…
Student 1 (horrified): MISS! I am going to be in school until I’m 30!
Me (smiling): Yep, that sounds about right.
Student 2 (overly loud groan): Ugh! I’m going to be all old and wrinkly before I’m done!
Me (laughing): Hey! I’m 34!!
Student 1: It’s OK Mrs. Crumpett, you don’t look old. [Student 2] hasn’t aged well so far, so she probably will be all wrinkly.
Student 3: Nice save!
Me (trying not to laugh, but instead I’m snorting as I pat Student 2 on the back)
How many drafts of the same narrative do I have to edit before more than two errors are fixed?
There must be a direct correlation between how apathetic a kid is in class to the excessive number of exclamation points used per paragraph.
Students should not be allowed to include ice cream eating in their narratives unless I have some I my fridge.
Read a three and a half page narrative about a lip piercing that never happened. 😳
This morning a kid I hadn’t seen in a week peeked into my room. His dad has been in and out of the hospital, so I said, “C’mere” with my arms open.
He came in and leaned toward me for what I thought would be one of our side hugs… except suddenly I was enveloped, squeezed, and lifted so high, my feet flailed over my desk. Then just as suddenly, he dropped me to my feet.
He’d cracked every vertebrae in my back and I was overwhelmed by pain. I asked him, “Did you hear all the cracking?” He said, “Yeah, that’s why I put you down so quick!”
He wouldn’t leave me until it was clear that my back was OK. I said, “Dude, next time, give me a heads up… but thank you, now I don’t have to go to the chiropractor for awhile!”