Books?

I am in need of a new book. Any suggestions?

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Sorry for the lameness of the title, but I just don't have anything witty.

You know you're a teacher when... you get excited for professional development days because it means you have more than 25 minutes to eat, can eat without working, AND you get to go out for lunch.

Yup. I had breakfast for lunch today. At a diner. With another adult. And did zero work. On a school day.

That's pretty awesome.

Beautiful?

Today during work time, the kids were working hard so I walked over to check my email quickly. As I was walking back, I heard one kid tell another, "Shut up you b@stard!". Not knowing the circumstances, I immediately sent him back to his seat and moved his clip (behavior management tool in our school). When I went to talk it over with him, I asked him why he would call a friend that and reminded him that we only use velvet words in our classroom and the word he said was not a velvet word.

His response? "He told me you weren't the most beautiful-est teacher in the world. So I told him he was a b@stard."

Do you know how hard it is to discipline a child when you're laughing so hard you're crying?

He was really ready to throw down because his classmate didn't think I was the most beautiful-est teacher in the world.

Glad to know he thinks I'm beautiful.

Domestic Diva?

Mmmm.. nothing like the smell of homemade pita pockets, homemade hummus, and cheesy broccoli and rice soup.

I'm pretty sure that automatically means I'm a domestic diva.

Plus, I rocked the KitchenAid Mixer. Seriously, is there anything better than that mixer? The only thing I need is the splash guard/pour spout. Then I think it would be perfect.

Sigh..

We are working so hard in my class to become "super readers" and every opportunity we get, we are reading something or attempting to read something. When we're not reading, we're sounding out words. This transfers over to our writing.

One little boy was writing the word sit. As he was sounding it out, he did ssssss hhhhhhh iiiiiiii ttttt and proceeded to write "shit".

That was a bright spot in my otherwise awful day.

Going to bed early, hoping to sleep off the funk.

Out of the mouths of babes...

Being away from my kids for a few days this week made me forget just how hilarious 7 year olds can be.

Today during our read-aloud, the kids were all sitting nicely (that doesn't happen often, you know...) on the carpet. One little guy leans over and lets one rip. Knowing that 7 year olds are so very immature, I ignored it and kept teaching. I then see one student after another covering their noses. Then it hits me. The smell. The horrible, rotten, disturbing smell of a child who has.. ahem.. let out a little gas.

Stifling my laughter (because really, toots are that funny), I quietly ask the student if, perhaps, he would like to go to the bathroom.

Me: "Do you think you need to go to the bathroom?"

Student: "Huh?"

Me: "Do you think you need to go potty?"

Little Miss Drama Queen: "Too late, I think he already did..."

I could not contain my laughter at this point. I had to raise the book to my face to cover the huge grin on my face.

And, later on in the day my exasperation had finally caught up to me when I said to a student, "Come on, dude... really?" His response? "You don't like it when I call you dude, so why did you call me dude?" Touche my friend, touche. No more dude. At least to your face.

We love books...

Today I introduced our Social Studies books to the kids. Because they are now 1st and 2nd graders, we are using individual text books instead of a big book for the whole group.

 

Forgetting that this was their first encounter with text books, I passed out the books and asked the kids to turn to the page we would be reading. I instantly had four hands waving wildly in the air. Confused, I called on a kid to see what was up. He shyly asks me, "Can we look at these books first? They are SO cool!". I also had one kid ask if he could keep his book because it was filled with fun stuff. Of course my whole social studies lesson flew out the window and I let the kids do a book browse. Turns out, that was way more informative than anything I could have taught them.

 

At the end of the day, a little came over to me and said, "Mrs. L... I love books just like I love you."

 

Even though they are naughty, I love them just like I love books.