Yes, it is time for another installment of elementary school anecdotes. I have been slacking on my blogging, yes, but it is really because I spend most of my time A. At the elementary school, B. cooking/eating, C. sleeping, or D. being a boring married person who doesn't really do anything exciting enough for the blogosphere. So, A. will have to do for blogging material.
A few one liners to start....
"Guess what Mrs. Pickett? I'm wearing a training bra today!"
Thank you, Cieara. Slash since when do third graders wear training bras?
In keeping with that theme, a story we read featured a Jewish grandmother affectionately called Bubbe. My students' response: "Um... Miss... what does this say.... b-boobie?" Cue snickers and embarrassed faces. "No, it's BUB-EE. It's his grandmother's name."
"Girls! Put the highlighters down and stop sniffing them!!" - My "Mentor" Teacher
One day, Dulce comes up to me and says, "Miss, my mom is going to have her baby soon." I respond with some sort of congratulatory statement and ask for more information, to which she responds, "Well, she's been having a lot of contractions..." I certainly didn't know what those were as an 8-year-old. I pretty much forgot about this odd conversation until one day a few weeks later (Dulce's mother still hadn't had her baby yet) I began a grammar lesson on contractions. Dulce raises her hand and says, "Miss, what kind of contractions." To which I respond bluntly, "NOT those kind," and move on quickly.
This one is without words...
We walked into our computer lab a couple weeks ago to find poop on the floor. Yes, human poop. Only at an elementary school. I mean, let's be serious.
I think I'll leave you with that.