#3 didn’t feel as if her bosses really needed much of her help the other day: “It was kind of a waste of my time to go to work to day. . .”
#6 interrupted: “Did you get paid?”
“Yes.”
“Then it wasn’t a waste of time.”
I lead a small group of high-school girls just younger than #4. There’s some family teasing about how small group nights are the best night for #4 and his friends to hang around my house. Last night, we were bemoaning the fact that he wasn’t going to around for a small group pancake breakfast this weekend with all those pretty girls. #3 asked #6, “Who is the prettiest girl in the small group?”
He didn’t miss a beat before he said my name.
Whatever he wants this weekend, he gets.
“If you ever outgrow your shirt, can I have it?”
I said, “Yes.”
Child on scooter chasing another child on a scooter: “The police are after you, because you’re a civilian hunting an endangered species!”
I like this classic recess entertainment with an eco-conscious twist.
All of my students are talented will excel as professionals. One, however, earned my “most likely to succeed” vote today when she shared this ambition:
“When I grow up, I’m going to have a farm and breed bunnies. . .”
“Is crimson something you can eat? Because it sure sounds delicious!”
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name her Heidi. There’s a lot of competition for least-phonetic name, but Heidi might take the cake.
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“Miss L. is our friend. But she moved away. She went to nursery school.”
“Oh, is she going to be a nurse?”
“Yeah.”
When one of my students looked up during a math fact sheet with a sly smile, I suspected that his question probably didn’t relate directly to the work we were doing (or, more accurately, not doing).
“Miss C., what if there were a soda can that said, “Shake well before using?”
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Aside from the occasional paper cut, teaching isn’t risky. I still manage to feel stress about it from time to time.
Besides having nightmares in which I’ve been at school for hours without getting anything accomplished (students keep wandering off, nobody can find their supplies, etc.), I have a deep-seated fear of misspelling a word in an email to parents, or worse, using poor grammar. I imagine filling in my next employment application: “Reason for leaving last job: misplaced modifier.”
