To start things off though, I would like to post a picture of my new portrait (the paper on top) drawn by G. I think it just adds a certain je ne sais quoi about me. Don't you think?
... at least I'm in my make-believe Butterfly Garden! :) I do think it's funny even when my skin color is different, my hair and pants are still the same. Awww, they know me well. :DThursday was such a day where anything and everything seemed to occur. Let's start off with the morning...
In Reading Remediation group, J and T kept playing around and not being serious at all; there's a time to play and a time to work hard (especially since these are the main two who are at risk of not passing second grade). I told them sternly that they needed to get their student faces on. So they said, "Yeah, we're going to get our student faces on!" And then they motion as if they were washing their faces...
And then T burst out with... "Yeah, my student face! I need to get some lotion on!"
Right after this incident, I asked them questions about "So what do you need to see?" They called out, "Eyes! Glasses!" Right. Then I asked them, "What do you need to speak?" J replied, "SPEECH BUBBLES!"
And then the day continued.
Now, I have started a collection of confiscated items. These items range from little papers, scissors used to cut up crayons and erasers, toys, etc. The best item thus far is apparently a "love potion." According to one student, G created this "potion" to "get girls to like him." Well, ladies and gentlemen, get your pencils ready because I'm about to divulge the secrets of a true 21st-century aphrodisiac.
- A small hand sanitizer bottle
- Three broken crayons (can be of any color, preferably pink and purple)
- Questionable water
- A little plant from outside
The day carried on and was interrupted by a serenade of "Row, row, row your boat" emanating from the boy's bathroom. A very LOUD crooning. Mrs. A and I looked at each other and went "What the?!" as we went to explore.
"Who's in there?!" I called.
No answer.
"Get out here right now!" I called out again.
K peeked his head out and I literally want to smack my and his forehead.
"What are you doing?! Do you realize the entire pod can hear you?? When you get out, just go change your name to red!"
[Note: Our behavior system is a stoplight. Red, yellow, green. You can infer what red is.]
K stomped out of the bathroom and started wailing, putting on another Moaning Cow show.
I pulled him aside and again asked (with the greatest self-control possible... since I was on the verge of laughter from the ridiculousness of the situation), "What were you thinking?? The entire pod was disrupted!"
"I didn't do it!" K wailed.
"Who else was in there?! You were the only one, K!"
"I..." he quieted.
So it wasn't until the end of the day when another situation occurred. At this point, I was apparently on a roll with making children cry. Since a little before this at lunch, I made one of Mrs. A's students sit by himself at lunch because he kept getting up, talking to other tables, and walking around. He had the most unattractive crying face I've ever seen. I'm becoming the recipient of "Death Stares" a little too numerously. :P
Anyway, so at the end of the day, I was finishing up typing something on the computer while the kids finished our Cheez-It area activity. (Find the area of some squares with Cheez-Its! They loved it.)
I just happened to turn around and in slo-mo, DS, T, and T stared at me, frozen. DS held his hand over his mouth. T had the guilty look as she openly clutched three Hot Fries in her fist. T was in mid-reach of taking one. I was SHOCKED. We stared at each other for a moment until I got up and asked what in the world was going on.
Their blatant defiance/sneakiness of the "no snacks unless I provide them and there is enough for everyone" rule was just so SHOCKING to me. I was sitting RIGHT there!
Well, I told them to throw them away. T got up and threw her three away. DS stared at me, wondering if I were serious.
"Throw them away NOW."
He got up and walked to his Spongebob backpack (which was clearly past the trashcan), shoving them inside.
"NO. I said THROW them away in the trashcan!"
He stared at me as if he didn't understand English and were weighing the consequences if he didn't follow instructions.
"Throw them away NOW. You KNOW the rules."
I said this about ten times. Quickly, his face transfigured into one of anger as he took his Hot Fries out of his backpack and slammed them into the trashcan. DS stomped his feet in a circle and then the grand finale was when he threw his body to the ground and started wailing. Mrs. W came in and swooped him up to talk to him in another room.
It's like a drama in my classroom. There's always something.
The weirdest ending was when some boys were trying to go into the trashcan to retrieve these Hot Fries, even after I pushed my foot down in the trashcan because it was overflowing with paper. And the Hot Fries were clearly not theirs to even take.
And thus, this ends my week. I've probably traumatized some kids for life... but at least now I know that broken crayons in a hand sanitizer bottle is the key to a romantically successful life.
- Miss Chelsea :)

