First Graders Speak

First of all
THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING ME!
I love you guys!!!!

Ok, I subbed in first grade today.
Here is conversation that took place.

Girl: Miss Walker is engaged!
Boy 1: What's engaged?
Me: It means she's getting married.
Boy 2: My uncle is getting married......for the third time!
Boy 1: Why is he getting married 3 times?
Boy 2: He keeps getting divorced.
Boy 1: My mother divorced my father.
Girl: I know all about divorce. My mother is a social worker.

I love them.

Feeling Better - thanks.

I subbed in a nursery class earlier this week.
Those little faces were just what I needed.
It was wonderful.

Well, I could have done without the art project.

Glitter + 3 year olds = Bad idea.

Yeah, glitter is the herpes of the art world.
You never get rid of it.

I will leave you with a snippet of a conversation
I heard in class that day.

4 three year olds:
"Let's play house!"
"Ok, I'll be the mom."
"I'll be the dad."
"I'll be the baby."
"And I'll be the monster!"

I love them!

Uhhhh.................

So I'm subbing in Pre-K.
4 year olds.
OMG are they cute!!!!
They're learning the letter D.
The teacher left a book for me to read,
Danny and the Dinosaur,
perhaps you read it as a child:




So we're reading about Danny's trip to the museum.
Things are going great. Danny is having a great day.
Then we get to this page.....

"DANNY SAW INDIANS."

"Mrs. M.? WHAT'S AN INDIAN?"

"R" is a little girl who just happens to be dressed in
an authentic Indian outfit because our school was having a
Diwali celebration that day. Diwali is the Hindu celebration of light.

So back to:
"Mrs. M? WHAT IS AN INDIAN?"

"R" pipes up - "I'm an Indian!"

Me - um......."Yes, "R" is Indian".
Now they're all looking at me like....., wait a minute,
"R" isn't wearing animal skins and she doesn't have feathers in her hair.

Me - "THESE Indians are the people who were the first
people to live in America. We call them Native Americans.

Blank Stares

Ok, no questions.
They accept my answer.
That was easy.
Let's move on.

Danny saw bears.

Danny saw Eskimos.

"Mrs. M? WHAT'S AN ESKIMO?"

Me: "OK, who knows what indigenous means?"

I HATE Danny.

4th Grade

We had a long discussion about the electoral college.
We talked about the election.
I asked:
"If something happened to the President and
the Vice President, who would become President?"

Answers:
-the treasurer
-the campaign manager
-the guy who didn't win
-the President's wife
-the secretary
-the loudest guy who works for him
-it's handed down to one of his children

I love my job.

Finally!

I am FINALLY starting to feel better!
I'm so sick of being sick.
I guess the two weeks of antibiotics
actually did something.
Now that I'm back on track I'll post
some pics of what's been going on.
Until then, I leave you with an actual
conversation between a few 3rd
graders:

Kid 1
"My dad is getting an operation on his shoulder."

Kid 2
"My dad had an operation on his shoulder AND
his neck."

Kid 3
"My dad is going bald."

Kid 4
"My dad has lice!"


I love my job.

Back To School

Dylan and I went back to school on Thursday.
Here he is:


I can't get over how grown up he looks.
This is where I work, the art room
The view from my desk:

This is my desk, over in the corner. It looks a little sad right now. I don't have any of my "stuff" on it yet.

Jen's desk.

The drying rack and all the markers, glue and colored masking tape a girl could ask for!

Yummy paint. Doesn't everyhing look great - all in rainbow order? I am NOT going to let the kids paint this year. It just looks too good.

Tools. We have every type of paint brush you could imagine, but remember, I'm not letting the kids paint because the new paints look so good!

The kids LOVE this table. 12 shades of Playdoh, Etch-a-Sketch, popsicle sticks, pipe cleaners, beads, foam shapes, masking tape. You name it!

Each grade gets to paint a ceiling tile at the end of the year. It represents something they learned in art. So cool.

A Monet tile.

Light table, lots of construction paper and tissue paper - rainbow order of course!

I love my job.

"Annie, Annie, are you okay?"

We had CPR/AED training at school today.
I haven't taken it since Dylan was a baby and
I've never taken AED training (defribillator).
The course was very well taught, I feel I'm
ready for anything.
I also discoverd something....
If I sense that I may have a heart attack,
or choke on my lunch, there are some teachers
that I now know to stay away from. I'd rather die
with dignity than let these goofballs touch me.
Here is an actual converstaion that went on between
a teacher and one of the CPR people:

"What if he gets all fussy when I'm doing CPR?"
-"Then he doesn't need it."
"What if he tries to push me away while I'm doing CPR?"
-"Then he doesn't need it."
"What if he tries to talk while I'm trying to do CPR?"
-"THEN HE DOESN'T NEED IT!!!! HE'S ALIVE! LEAVE THE POOR GUY ALONE!!!"