will keep this current blog, but need a new one to tell all of you
about my teaching tales. I don't want to be a liability for my
district, so I won't discuss my teaching strategies/ideas/students on
a public blog. The forthcoming blog will be private.
Once I figure out the name yadda yadda, ye shall know!
Two days ago:
I asked the kids for a synonym for the word angry. Everyone yelled out
mad, furious, upset, & outrage. One lovely boy screamed "menopausal"!
He said he grandma was always menopausal. She cannot eat or sleep, and
everything makes her menopausal.
Yesterday:
The kids kept saying something or someone smelled of "olive juice" or
"deviled eggs". At the end of the day one girl yelled out, "Miss
Lockett! I figured out the problem! It's Lizzy! Lizzy smells like
olive juice!" A boy yelled, "No! It's a deviled egg smell!". Another
boy sighed, shook his head, and said, "Miss Lockett it's pee. Lizzy
smells like pee." Lizzy and I both stood there with mouths agape. I
wanted to laugh; Lizzy wanted to die. I had to regain my thoughts and
admonish the other students for not telling me in private.
Last week:
I have a huge prize box with tons of stuff: lipgloss, pens, pencils,
yoyos, candy, chips, juice, Hot Wheels, Play-doh, erasers, High School
Musical notebooks, Hannah Montana folders, Jonas Brothers
stickers--you name it, I've got it. The kids flipped out when they saw
I had a blueberry muffin in the prize box. "Miss Lockett, is that a
real live muffin?!" "Omgosh! Miss Lockett has a true muffin in the
prize box!" My favorite line? "There's a muffin in the prize box!" The
first thing to leave the box that day? The blueberry muffin.
All this and more coming to an RSS feed near you.
CDL
1 comments:
Yup--you have to be SUPER careful. One of my colleagues had posted some funny student excerpts from papers and caused a huge uproar on Facebook due to FERPA. I think that was taking it a bit far...but...yeah....
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