Me (correcting a kid’s work): “20 divided by 2 is 40? So you’re telling me that if I split these 20 cubes into 2 equal groups, I’d have 40 in each group? Does that make sense? Is it logical?”
Kid: “No.”
Me: “Exactly. So it can’t be true. Remember, you ALWAYS have to ask yourself does this make sense? Is it logical?”
(moments later)
Kid: “Santa is real, right?”
Me: “Of course…”
I love clothes-shopping online because rather than having to go to the store and try everything on myself, I can just view it on the model and instantly decide if I like it or not.
Then the clothes arrive and I remember that I am not a model.
(Part of the What is Love series)
Love is knowing when to say “I’m sorry.”
Roughy 10-15 minutes after he says it first.
Parent chaperone (to me, once we returned back to school after our field trip): “I always feel like teachers need a good, stiff drink after a field trip day.”
Me (laughing): “Aw, nah, we love field trips! It’s great to see the kids so excited!”
I am 3 drinks deep.
Today potential terrorist threats were made to both the LA and NYC public school systems. L.A. chose to close schools. NYC stayed open.
“We’ve come to the conclusion that we must continue to keep our school system open. (It is) very important not to overreact to situations like this” said Mayor Bill de Blasio the guy who happened to be right in this 50/50 coin toss.
Glad my students and I could be the guinea pigs.
And where were YOU today, de Blasio? What’s that? Nowhere near a public school building?
Yeah. I figured.
I’m moving to L.A.
Me (during our class read aloud): “So let’s think about what the author said about Ben and Jamie looking at each other and feeling a connection. Can you feel a connection to someone you aren’t related to?”
(Calling out) “Mmmm hmmm you sure can! You can have an emotional connection!”
And then I had to remind my substitute paraprofessional for the third time today that when I ask these questions to the group, I am addressing the children only.
She sure is excited to be here, though. So that’s nice.
(Part of the What is Love series)
Love means being able to cup his face in your hands, look him straight in the eye and tenderly ask him to check if that painful lump you feel on your back is a pimple or a spider bite.
What better way to honor the anniversary of the Sandy Hook tragedy than by continuing to do absolutely nothing.
http://www.theonion.com/article/no-way-to-prevent-this-says-only-nation-where-this-36131
If this is the apocalypse, I like it. Zombies welcome. As long as it’s warm and sunny, I don’t see why we can’t coexist.
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