Sometimes, the hardest thing about being a teacher is NOT laughing when you're kids do something funny. You're supposed to be the adult--set the good example and all that.
The other day, one of my kids farted in the middle of lecture. The class burst into giggles. I would have felt bad for the kid, but he's outrageously popular and probably enjoyed the attention. I continued the conversation without missing a beat. A few of the girls were obviously trying to show their maturity by refraining from laughing. One of them raised her hand and asked me a question.
When she didn't like the answer she was given, she huffed, "Well, that stinks."
The class lost it.
The girl turned bright red.
And I had to clench my teeth together and fake an interest in my papers to keep myself together.
Friday, July 06, 2012
"Well, gee... thanks. Tupperware. How... underwhelming."
"I'll wave it around a little bit. Just to humor you."
"You mean I can bang this stuff repeatedly on my high chair AND throw it on the floor?"
"AND I CAN WEAR IT AS A HAT?!?!"
"THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME! YOU HAVE GOT TO TRY THIS!!!!"
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piled
on both sides of the table, paper stacked up, words
falling off my tongue.
The robins had been a long time singing, and now it
was beginning to rain.
What are we sure of? Happiness isn't a town on a map,
or an early arrival, or a job well done, but good work
ongoing. Which is not likely to be the trifling around
with a poem.
Then it began raining hard, and the flowers in the yard
were full of lively fragrance.
You have had days like this, no doubt. And wasn't it
wonderful, finally, to leave the room? Ah, what a
As for myself, I swung the door open. And there was
the wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life.