I discovered that I have multiple students who are fans of Doctor Who. Check out the T.A.R.D.I.S bags!
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
I discovered that I have multiple students who are fans of Doctor Who. Check out the T.A.R.D.I.S bags!
Me: Is that for me?
3rd Grade Boy: No. You ain't my teacher.
Me: I'm your Spanish teacher. I teach the whole school. I should get 575 presents. He should give me a present. And her. And him. And them. Everybody.
Boy: Specials teachers don't get presents. Y'all get money.
Me: What money?
Boy: You know, the money!
Me: You mean we get paid? Your classroom teacher gets paid the same amount as we do.
Boy: Well that's all you need. $17.
Me: $17? Thankfully it's more than that.
|Did I mention that I tried to really bring it on|
our Ugly Christmas Sweater Day at work?
My outfit was pretty popular.
Me: Nope, still more than that. What I'm saying is, specials teachers get no love.
Boy: I don't love you.
Me: Well I don't love you either.
I talked about the various holidays celebrated in Spanish-speaking countries with all of my classes and here's a question that came up in a third grade class after I explained Three Kings Day and the fact that people believe that the Wise Men bring gifts and leave them in your shoes...
Girl 1: I have a question. Who delivers the gifts if the Wise Men are dead?
Me: If they're dead? Wow. That's kind of dark. I have no idea.
Girl 2: Probably some old people.
AS hands out some solid holiday advice...
AS: Mr. Grinch will steal your Christmas tree, your ornaments, and your presents. So be careful.
While there were many reactions to my ugly Christmas ensemble, my favorite was from a fifth grade boy. He looked me up and down, pondered and then said...
Boy: The question is, why?
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
2nd Grade Boy: My birthday is the same as the world's.
Me: The world's?
Boy: Yea. July 14. July 4, July 14.
Me: Oh, ok. Well July 4th is America's birthday.
2nd Grade Girl: Wanna see my new gloves?
Me: Wow! Those look very warm.
Girl: I'm never taking them outside.
Me: Why not?
Girl: So I don't lose them! I've already lost 2 gloves outside.
Me: Why do you keep taking your gloves off outside?
Girl: To play with!
Me: Oh...ok then.
While on my morning hall duty, I heard these kids coming up the stairs talking about kissing or something...
Me: What's this about kissing?
1st Grade Girl: Nothing!
Me: I heard you talking about kissing.
Girl: No, we weren't. We were just talking about what we did on our summer vacations.
Me: Summer vacations? In December? Uh-huh.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
- 1st grade boy: Miss Black! Your hair is beautiful!
- Kindergarten girl: I like your piggie tails!
Monday, November 18, 2013
|You say Mexican, I say|
Me: Next class we're going to observe a mystery object that's related to Spanish.
Boy 1: It's a stick!
Boy 2: It's a robot!
Me: How are either of those things Spanish?
|This question is legit. "If they|
were a monster, would they
eat us?" Be prepared.
- They're turtle eggs. Yea! Baby turtles!
- There's a small animal inside...like a dinosaur!
- It's fighting grasshoppers.
- I think they're baby squirrel eggs.
- They're little springs with robots
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Let's start things off with some gems from M. Specifically things I've overheard her say to other teachers...
-I've had a headache all year.
-Oh my gosh, the boss makes you write a lot! (Observing how much documentation our reading teacher has to do)
-I got to run in the road last night because my mamaw let the dog out and I ran around and around and my mamaw threw a bacon bit through my hand [yes, through] and he finally licked me. He had to go to the restroom.
And now a conversation I had with M...
Me: Are you dressing up for character dress up day, M?
M: Well, I have a mermaid costume but I'm pretty sure it's inappropriate. [Note: she did wear the costume and it was not inappropriate]
First grade has been serving up some quality quotes as of late...
-Guess what? I was born on my birthday.
-Do you want to know something really awesome, something awesomer, or both? You know all the stuff they have at Gatti Town? There's goo in a cup and it makes a fart noise. It's called fart goo and it's awesome.
-Guess what? I'm your bestest #1 fan ever because I love Spanish!
Me: Man J, my arms are tired.
J: Good. Me: You're glad my arms are tired?
J: You could work out.
Me: That's disgusting. Why would I want to do that?
J: I don't know, go home and take a nap.
Me: Good plan. Will you teach the rest of my classes?
Me: Seriously? Come on. You speak Spanish. It's just second grade.
Whereas third grade typically says or does things that puzzle me...
Girl: My legs hurt.
Me: I'm sorry.
Girl: I went to Indiana.
Me: And that made your legs hurt?
Girl: I played softball there.
Me: Oh, that makes more sense. I thought Indiana just made people's legs hurt.
-I had to stop a third grade boy from serenading his class with Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines".
Girl: Trick-or-Treating is changed to tomorrow night.
Me: Really? I didn't know that. Probably because I'm too old to go.
Girl: Nope. You don't watch the news.
Me: Well, no I don't do that either.
Discussing Day of the Dead in kindergarten...
Girl: I don't celebrate Day of the Dead. It's not on my calendar.
A fifth grade boy makes an excellent point...
Boy: If you're a teacher do you guys get paid a lot of money?
Me: Ha! Noooo.
Boy: How do you not make a lot of money? If you work with kids, I mean?
A fourth grade boy (and son of a teacher) keeps it real in regards to what he'd do for me...
-I love you and I'd do anything to save you.
Boy: I love Miss Black and I'm going to marry her.
His mom: Well she's already got a pretty serious boyfriend.
Boy: I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.
One thing about teaching is that kids love to tell you about their interests. The only problem is, they assume that you know all about them too. Nine times out of ten I have no idea what the hell they're talking about. But I just listen and nod because they're very enthusiastic and most of the time it ends up being perfect blog material. For example, this situation in fourth grade...
Boy 1: So there's these monsters and the girl monster is bigger than the boy monster. The boy monster is like this big and the girl monster is like this big. The boy monster eats pigeons and small owls and the girl monster eats cats.
Boy 2: Household cats. [Note: thank you for clearing up the fact that it's not feral cats, I was worried]
Boy 1: Yea, household cats. And when the girl monster is mad she can breathe fire. And they live--well, they don't live in the toilet but they can come up through the toilet to get you. They live in the sewer. Did I tell you that when the girl monster gets mad she can breathe fire?
Me: Yes, you did.
Boy 1: Well, when the boy monster gets mad he grows walrus tusks--except like, nice. [Note: so not crappy tusks] Me: So, are these in a book or something?
Boy 1: No. Real life.
Me: I had no idea.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
During a fourth grade science test on food chains a student approached the teacher and asked...
Girl: Can a hawk eat a snake? Is that even allowed?
While in a second grade class I had to attempt to untie a girl's shoelaces...
Me: Who tied your shoelaces together?
Girl: I did.
Me: How did your shoes get tied together so tightly?
Girl: I don't know.
Me: How did you get down the hall from computer?
Girl: I sort of waddled.
We were lucky enough to have this guy come and speak to the students about polar bears. He takes trips to the arctic and photographs polar bears. It was pretty cool! During the question and answer part of the fourth grade session, one boy had a suggestion for him...
Boy: If you're driving your car in the Arctic, don't get too close to a polar bear because he'll just rip the doors off.
In another second grade class the students were being very noisy when they came into the room...
Me: That's weird...I thought I was in Mrs. Scott's class, but this doesn't sound like Mrs. Scott's class at all. Do you think Mrs. Scott would like it if I told her that I thought her class had been replaced by a noisy class?
Boy: That would be MUY MAL!
Another over-share in kindergarten...
Girl: I have a doctor's appointment because sometimes I cough things up.
Me: Wow. Thanks for sharing that with me.
A classic non sequitur from M regarding the first grade trip to the pumpkin patch...
Before the field trip:
Me: Hey M, have fun at the pump-
M: My scalp is red!
Me: Oh, well...I'm sorry to hear that.
M: It's from that spray paint [at the Fall Carnival].
During the field trip:
M: Mrs. Ramey, it looks like we are in the country. What country is this?
Mrs. Ramey: I feel sure we are still in the United States.
After the field trip:
Me: Did you have fun at the pumpkin patch, M?
M: It wasn't as fun as I'd thought. We didn't get to do the racin' thing. And we was really hopin' on that.
Me: Oh. Well, um...that's too bad. (Also I have no clue what the "racin' thing" is)
While making our Day of the Dead craft in third grade, one boy let me know his true feelings...
Me: That's looking really nice! Do you think you could fill in those white spots there? I think that would make it look even better.
Boy: You are 'zausting! (exhausting)
Me: I know, right?!
I wish I had been there for this moment during a reading recovery session with a first grade girl...
Girl [reading]: He drunk...
Teacher: Don't say drunk, it's drank. Drunk isn't a word.
Girl: Yes it is. Like if you're drunk!
Thursday, October 17, 2013
This one is from my friend who teaches sixth grade language arts. She sent it to me way back on October 7 and I finally remembered to add it! This was written from one student to another on a peer editing checklist for personal narratives...
"Your story was fantastic, but you better watch those commas, girl!"
The other day a first grade girl was reading a book about a guinea pig in the portable with one of our reading recovery teachers...
Teacher: Do you know what a guinea pig is?
Girl: Yes, it's a big, fat hamster!
Me: That's the best description of a guinea pig I've ever heard.
The fourth grade went on a field trip yesterday to McConnell Springs as well as the Living Arts and Science Center. While at McConnell Springs, the students saw some animals along the edge of the springs...
Boy: Hey Mrs. Abell, do you think that's a crocodile or an alligator? I can't tell which one it is.
Mrs. Abell: It's a turtle.
First grade was supposed to take a field trip to the pumpkin patch today but it was rescheduled because of the weather. However, they did deliver some fantastic quotes! The first comes from a class reading a book about a cat named Oliver...
Boy: My sister's name is Oliver!
Teacher: I'm not so sure about that.
Boy: Me either. Actually, I don't have a sister.
And the next is just a random TMI...
Kid: My mom is getting pregnant today.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Leaving a rowdy fourth grade class...
Me: Did y'all take your crazy pills this morning?
Teacher: That's every day in this class.
Girl: I took my medicine today. (I should add that while she said this she was spinning a ruler on a pencil and then she bit the ruler...so I'm not sure what medicine that was.)
I asked my kindergarten class if there was anyone at home they could share the counting song I'd taught them with...
Boy: I have my brother Timmy with a broken leg!
Me: He broke his leg? Oh no, that's terrible!
Boy: Don't worry, they didn't cut it off.
Me: Well that's good to hear. I'm relieved they're no longer doing amputations for broken legs.
In my first grade classes I've been teaching them a song called Cinco Calabazas from a video I found on YouTube. The song is about five pumpkins and each pumpkin has a different emotion.
In our activity, students have to draw faces on blank pumpkins to show each emotion. On my example paper, my calabaza cansada (tired pumpkin) was dreaming so I told students they could make their calabazas dream about something if they wanted to. Apparently they know what pumpkins dream about...
¿Qué Sueñan Las Calabazas?
Boy: They can dream about Christmas!
M: My pumpkin is dreaming about g's.
Me: Like, the letter g?
M: Yup. And m's.
Boy: My pumpkin is dreaming about exercising!
I also got a lot of thank you notes from a first grade class from when I was the Mystery Reader. Naturally there is some amazing artwork that will need to be uploaded ASAP. I promise to get on that.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
What I look like to one fifth grade girl...
Girl: You look like a Spanish version of Velma [from Scooby Doo] with blonde hair. I'm not saying you're a nerd.
I got to be the "Mystery Reader" for a first grade class today. That means they heard three clues about who would be reading to them and tried to guess who it was, two actually guessed correctly! Here were their clues:
- I have a black belt in TaeKwonDo
- I've been to 14 countries outside the United States
- When I went to school, you only went to kindergarten for half of the day
- I eat turtles
- I like the smell of skunks
Girl: What's the Spanish word for pink again? I forgot.
Girl: That's right. We were at a club last night and we got in a huge fight about how to say pink in Spanish. I was really wrong.
Me: You were at a club?
Girl: It was me, my mom, my dad, my grandma, my aunt, and my boy aunt. That's how many people were at the club.
Second grade has been learning about habitats and yesterday we were talking about the desert. I decided to show them some pictures from my trip to the Sahara Desert...
Me: This is called an oasis, this is where we slept in the desert.
Girl: You stayed at an oasis?! I love oasises!!
Me: That's the most enthusiasm I've ever heard for an oasis.
Naturally the conversation progressed to bugs...
Girl 1: Did you know that in Africa, people eat bugs?
Me: Yes, actually people eat bugs in lots of countries.
Girl 2: Eww! Really?
Girl 1: I've got bugs in my teeth.
Girl 3: My mom has a secret recipe for soup, it's Tabasco sauce and spiders.
A Hispanic student explains her heritage...
Girl: People always think I'm from Mexico, but I'm from Ohio.
Dismissal time with my kindergarteners turned into a shoe tying extravaganza...
Boy: I know how to tie a shoe, you just pull it up and go loop, loop, loop!
Me: Wow, can you show me?
Boy: Well I can't do it.
Poor little AS had a bandaid on his finger...
AS: My skin broke.
Me: Oh no! How did your skin break?
AS: It just broke!
Thursday, October 3, 2013
A second grade girl was trying to ask about Fall Break next week but I had no clue what she was saying this morning...
Girl: Do we stay home all weekend?
Me: What? I don't know...wait what?
Girl: Is next week the one where we stay home all weekend?
Me: Do you mean Fall Break? Next week we have Thursday and Friday off. We only come to school Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
A fourth grade boy mixes up his rhymes...
Boy: Cheater, cheater, pants on fire!
I finally let a kindergarten boy sing a song he knew about all of the colors...
Girl: Can I sing my song for the class now?
Me: Is it in Spanish?
Me: Then no; you see, his was in Spanish.
A serious discussion about music with a second grade boy...
Boy: Miss Black, did you know there are some people who don't like Michael Jackson?
Me: I do know that...I suppose they aren't obligated to like him.
Boy: [shakes head] That's crazy. My sister wants to kiss Justin Beiber. [shakes head] That's crazy.
Me: I'm with ya on that one.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
|The good news is, I had my|
school picture taken with
M: I'm gonna get Jordan's so I can moonwalk.
A first grade boy stops me in the hallway...
Boy: Hey Miss Black, do you remember "Heeeey Macarena?"
Me: Uh yea, do you?
One day I encountered a third grade boy singing a song...
Boy: I knew you were trouble when you walked in...
Me: Taylor Swift? Really?
Apparently A's new thing is being picked up and/or attempting to pick up others...
A: Hey Miss Black, let's see if you can pick me up. [I am forced to pick him up]
Me: I think your back just popped a couple of times there, A.
A: Yea, I think you might be the best cracker.
It's been awhile since L (a first grade boy) delivered a quality quote...
L: Hey Miss Black, guess what? You know how you used to be able to take food out of the cafeteria?
Me: No, but go on.
L: Well, you still can. I have 2 crackers in my pocket.
A first grade girl explains trees and leaves...
Girl: When a tree has leaves it has hair. And when it gots no leaves, it's bald.
One morning, twin first grade boys were getting out of their car and they had this exchange with their mom...
Mom: Have a good day. Don't go kissing no girls!
Boy: We don't have girlfriends for crying out loud!
I was in a kindergarten class the other day and AS finished his work early. He asked me what I thought he should draw. Naturally, I said he should draw me. Here's what happened...
AS: That's [middle person] you.
Me: I see, it looks just like me. Who are all the other people?
AS: [Pointing to the 2 people on the left] That's you and that's you. [Pointing to the person with blue eyes] And that's you, too.
Me: That's an army of Señorita Blacks. I can tell that one is me because of the blue eyes.
AS: You crying because that rock is going to fall on your head. But Superman is come to save you.
Me: Well that's certainly lucky. Could you maybe add a cape to him so he doesn't look just like me?
*The drawing went on to contain another version of me that 2 monsters were going to eat, but once again I was saved by Superman.
I've also got 2 fifth grade stories from another teacher...
Teacher: Where are your hearing aids?
Boy: In my backpack.
Teacher: Why are they not in your ears?
Boy: Because when I take them out it gets quiet.
A fifth grade student teacher saw A playing on the trellis at the back of the playground...
Teacher: A, you know you can't climb that. It's not part of the playground.
A: I know! It's not to play on. But I just can't control myself when I see it. It drives me crazy!
Teacher: Well try to stay off of it.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Well, fast forward a few car doors to when I actually had a second to look down and see what had fallen from said Porsche. That would be a Trojan condom (in its wrapper--I'm not picking up a used condom, people) that expired in January 2012. Stay classy.
My two main quotes today come from a first grade girl during her session with one of the reading teachers who I share a portable with. This girl, let's call her M, is a trip and a half! She always has the craziest stories. Perhaps you remember her granddaddy dying in the big earthquake at the beginning of time?
On Friday, she got out of the car in the morning holding a cup...
M: Miss Señorita Black, look! I got coffee!
Me: Well M, I've always said you needed to be more caffeinated.
*Sidenote: Apparently this is related to studies that suggest that giving children with ADD/ADHD a stimulant in the morning actually helps them concentrate. If it works, more power to 'em!
Apparently on the way to her reading session this morning she was explains her philosophy on skinny jeans to a teacher...
M: If it doesn't hurt your belly, it's not tight enough.
If M had her druthers, I'm certain she'd sit and tell stories all day long. During reading she has to wait to tell a story until it's time to write and then whatever tale she has just bursts out of her. It's my favorite part of her session because I just get to listen from a cross the room...
M: My dog got snake bit. It's not my dog, it's my Papaw's dog. And it bit him on the ear first and then he got it in his mouth and slung it and it hit a car. I'm not sure if he's ok because the first dog that got bit, he died.
A first grade boy approaches the delicate topic of weight as he gives me a hug...
Boy: Why is it so hard to get...[my arms around you]?
He didn't say the last part, he just trailed off. It's like he knew that would be calling me fat. First of all: well played, young sir. Second of all: I am 28 and you are 6, I do not expect your arms to fit around me.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
A first grade girl entering the portable to work with a reading teacher...
Girl: Wanna feel my pants? They feel really good.
Teacher: That would be a no.
While working on a coloring page for the word naranja (orange) with a kindergarten class...
Girl: Did you know pumpkins come alive? I saw it on a commercial.
Me: I did not know that.
Boy: And right here on pumpkins [the stem] can be green.
Me: Now that I did know.
More kindergarten interactions...
Boy: I hate preschool. You know why?
Me: No. Why?
Boy: Because there's no treasure box.
Me: That seems like a really good reason.
Me: Did you poke her with a pencil?
Boy: It was sharp yesterday.
Me: OK, but did you poke her with it? It doesn't matter when it was sharpened. You don't poke people with pencils because it can always hurt them.
When I arrived to one class, a boy (the one who said "hey buddy" to me) still had his gogurt snack out on the table. I told him to finish eating it, but he didn't. Naturally, class ended with yogurt all over the table. His solution was to put his whole hand into it and then lick his hand. We were helping him clean it up and he kept assuring us...
Boy: It's ok, it's ok. I'm not in trouble.
Me: Well, I'm really glad you're not in trouble. We need to clean this up.
Boy: It's ok.
|Animal wheel from Spanish Playground|
Here's how a second grade girl encouraged a classmate who was struggling to finish his animal wheel...
Girl: I know it's hard to speak Spanish, but maybe when you travel you could take this [the animal wheel] with you and it will help.
In addition to learning about space, I've been teaching the fourth grade about ordenal numbers. I was very nervous about getting to sixth because the word is "sexto." Awwwww, it has sex in it! But one fourth grade boy set everyone straight...
Boy: It's not bad, it's Spanish!
I don't write the names of students on this blog, but one of our fourth graders has a name that is very similar to one of the Native Indian tribes of Mexico (although it's spelled differently)...
Boy: The Mayan Calendar; it's not a calendar I made up. It's a real thing.
Today, a fourth grade girl kept asking me the same question over and over...
Girl: Isn't the real Rose from Titanic still alive?
Me: No, it was a movie. There's no real Rose.
Girl: No, but it was real. She's still alive!
|The portables are coming!|
I was listening to a first grade girl working with one of our reading teachers today. This girl is prone to tangents, and reading her ABC book was no exception...
Girl: Ss, snake. I petted a snake on the head once. I was at a family reunion and my old granddaddy had it. He died in the big earthquake at the beginning of time.
Another first grade boy brought up a very important question while working on his animal wheel...
Boy: What if there was a guy, and he was walking down the street...and then he shot a missile? And then...there was wood in it and it exploded?
Me: Well, then I guess that would be a bad day.
Before my third grade class started I watched a student cutting out some drawing he had made. I thought it looked sort of computery and assumed it had to do with that Minecraft thing all the kids are so obsessed with so I tried to talk to him about it (mistake)...
Me: Is that a Minecraft thing?
Boy: How can it be a Minecraft thing if it's a circle? Circles are invalid in Minecraft.
Me: Why would I know that? All I know is that all of y'all are obsessed with Minecraft.
Fifth grade has been working on vocabulary about sports and free time activities as well as talking about people's likes and dislikes. After asking classmates about things they like to do, students had to write sentences about what other people like to do. One student decided to draw pictures to go with his sentences.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Boy: Hey buddy!
Me: Hi there!
The first class of the day was fifth grade. One thing I've learned from A is that he can always surprise me with his questions...
A: When will we be doing a PowerPoint in here?
Me: I don't do many PowerPoints in my classes. I can try to put some together. I wasn't aware you were so fond of them. Do you like PowerPoints?
A: Yes. We're connected.
I ran into a second grade girl in the hall. We waved at each other and after we walked past each other she turned back because she forgot to ask me something...
Girl: Oh, how's Spanish going?
Me: Spanish is going well...thanks for asking. [As though she isn't in my Spanish class?]
While walking with some first graders on their way towards the gym...
Girl: There's a staple in my shoe.
Me: A staple? Well, let's look and get it out of there.
Girl: It feels like a stapler.
Me: A stapler?
[In order to provide you with closure, it was a piece of mulch--not a staple or stapler.]
On Friday I was working with a third grade class on some sentences about school. Students had to fill in the blank with the appropriate vocabulary word. One sentence said "The principal of my school is _______." and students were supposed to fill in the name of our principal. One boy decided to go with a different option:
|The principal of Squires is awesome. Hmm. That's not Spanish.|
Monday, September 9, 2013
|This broccoli is obviously silly.|
In kindergarten we were working on the color verde.
Me: I like how you made your broccoli striped with different shades of green.
Girl: I like to make broccoli silly.
AS: My broccoli is late for school.
Me: He's late for school?
|This broccoli is late for school.|
Boy: My broccoli is a super-hero.
|I am wonderful or "wordl" as it is|
Me: What does this say? I see my name there...
Girl: It says Miss Black is wonderful.
Me: Oh, thank you! That's so nice!
I was less than excited about teaching third grade today. The third grade class can be rather...trying. And for whatever reason, Friday's third grade class almost had me in tears. It's not that they did anything particularly terrible, it's just as though everything lined up perfectly and my brain decided that I should almost lose it. But I held it together. Today's class wasn't too bad--even a student who can be particularly, umm, exercising on one's patience...
Boy 1: What's this part mean right here?
Me: Well, it says, "La directora de Squires es _________." What's directora mean?"
Boy 1: Principal.
Me: So, who's the principal of Squires?
Boy 1: Mrs. Adkins!
Boy 2: Do you realize he just shouted out the answer?
Me: All he was doing was answering my question. I was helping him figure it out.
Boy 2: At least when I shout things out I don't shout out answers. I just shout out random words.
Me: I actually don't like when you just shout out random words. That's not particularly helpful.
Boy 2: But I don't shout out answers.
Me: Well, I'm typically against all types of shouting.
The shirt I was wearing today has lace on the top part of it, and I guess it's hard to know how to compliment that when you're a first grade boy...
Boy: I like how your...back.
Me: Thank you.
Boy: And you're pretty!
The final thing I'm going to include is a link to this video I found on Facebook. Apparently Matt Damon's mom is a teacher and he recently spoke at a rally against teachers' job security being based solely on standardized test scores. Afterwards, these people came to interview him and he basically ripped them a new one. And it was awesome, because he is Matt Damon.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Me: Hey, Jay-Z. What's up?
Jay-Z: Well, I'm thinking of making a movie. It's sort of an animated thing that's like half Minecraft and I'm thinking of using his [the other teacher's] voice for one of the guys. He's like a zombie and his brain is half dead.
Teacher: Well, I'm pretty sure my brain is half dead sometimes anyway.
Me: That sounds like a pretty sweet plan, Jay-Z.
Jay-Z: I'm thinking of using you as the voice of the Blaze Queen.
Me: Is she also half dead?
Jay-Z: No. She's really big. Like, tall. And she has a crown.
Me: I like the sounds of that. Lucky for you, I'm free.
My first graders were working on some number/counting activities and I overheard one of them counting at her table...
Girl: Uno, dos, tres, cwaco...
Everyone at table: Cwaco? It's cuatro.
On my way to third grade, I passed some second graders in the hallway and one of the girls started singing when she saw me...
Girl: Spaaaaanish teacher...puuuuuuurple hair.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
|A kindergarten girl drew a picture of us|
yesterday. She didn't say which one is me
and which is her.
Girl: I saw you at the gym yesterday.
Teacher: You saw me at the gym?
Girl: Yea. Yesterday.
Teacher: What gym?
Me: Honey, do you mean you saw him in gym class?
I couldn't help but overhear a first grade girl rambling while she was working with another teacher in the portable today...
Girl: ...They don't have good jars at Kroger. I hate plastic jars. We gotta get to reading!
Some interesting news from a kindergarten boy...
Boy: I have the strongest eyes in the world.
Me: Really? Well, I did not know that.
I actually spoke with the teacher of this kindergarten class for a bit. We discussed the cuteness of AS and how teachers should be able to take him home every night like most classes usually have a class "pet" (stuffed animal) that kids can take home every night. She told me about a girl in her class forgetting the word "agenda"...
|I received another picture from another kindergarten girl|
today. This is a drawing of the two of us. Apparently, I am
the one on the left. It's a striking resemblance.
Girl: Do I have to get my "Virginia" out every day?
Another teacher told me about this interaction she had with a fourth grade boy...
Teacher: How do you like fourth grade?
Boy: It's a lot like third grade, it's just a step up.
Discussing space vocabulary in the fourth grade...
Me: The next question says, "Neil Armstrong fue un ______." Who was Neil Armstrong?
Kids: The first man on the moon.
Boy: It was a fake! I saw it! See, what they did was...
Me: OK, we don't have time for that.
Boy: But can I tell you a story?
Me: Not right now.
Boy: Miss Señorita Black, what time was the moon landing?
Me: It was in 1969.
Boy: No, but what time?
Me: I don't know! All I know is that it was July 20, 1969. Is that not enough?
Dealing with a first grade girl who cries at the drop of a hat...
Me: Sweetie, you've got to stop crying over everything. It's OK.
Friend of Crying Girl: Yea. My mama says if you cry every morning you're gonna get a shot at the doctor.
Answering questions about colors in third grade...
Me: This sentence says, "Some jewelry is made out of ______." Which of our color words could you make jewelry out of? Something expensive that jewelry could be made out of...
Me: Purple? You make jewelry out of purple?
Me: Nooo...let's keep looking at the words.