It's time for the annual Author's Fair at our school. This means that we cram a bunch of writing projects down the kids' throats at the last minute and pretend we have been doing them all year. This year, the kids are writing books about themselves -- five pages, pretty good for a second grader. Their writing, as always, can be really funny. Here ( Read more... )

Before I realized the implications of what I was about to say, I launched into Standard Spiel #12: "Boys and girls, while you're working, I will be calling some of you over to read with me. Please do not interrupt me when I'm reading with someone unless it's an emergency. I don't expect there will be any emergencies ( Read more... )

Yesterday during indoor recess, four girls ran over to K. and his friends, who were making imaginary robots out of math manipulatives. They were carrying a small whiteboard, and one of them was blushing furiously ( Read more... )

The infidels have been deemed unable to handle democracy. Today there was the elementary school equivalent of a public execution (don't worry, I didn't kill anyone. Someone who shall remain nameless had to have his mom come pick him up in the middle of the day because he simply could not function ( Read more... )

Me: "...so, in conclusion, I do not want to pick you up at art class again to have Ms. M tell me that the boys and girls are yelling and swearing at each other and calling the opposite gender names. That behavior is not okay. Are there any questions about that ( Read more... )

I may be behind the times, but this was a new one for me.

It was sung repeatedly to me by Buckminster Fuller, Junior (unfortunately no longer in my class). It's to the tune of the verse part of "Jingle Bells."

The snow is turning red
I think I'm nearly dead
I'm going to the hospital
With staples in my head!That sure beats the "Batman smells..." ( Read more... )