Students Say/Do the Darndest Things

It’s been almost 50 days since my last post and there’s just too much to write in one evening, so I’ll just focus on what I spend the most of my time on–students.

The following are true stories that have happened since I’ve been teaching this year. Enjoy.

1. Backstory: Students are coming up to my desk, one by one, to turn in their homework and to see their overall class average. For the most part, all of my students have their work…until one young lady makes her way up to my desk with a huge grin on her face.
Student: Funny thing, Mrs. Kane. This weekend, I didn’t have any paper, so I wrote my homework on my hand.
She shows me her hand, which has a few words scribbled on it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t cut off her hand to grade, so she had to take a zero. Plus one for creativity.
2. Imagine teaching a group of crazy energized students. They finally calm down and are listening. Cue a bird from stage right. Students scream. Some run for their lives into the hallway. Man, I wish I had a video camera for some of this stuff.
3. I had this brilliant idea to let students go outside for a nature walk, since we’re going to be writing haikus. Prior to leaving the class, we talked about how haikus use a lot of sensory details (taste, smell, touch, see, hear). I told the students to find one subject in nature (grass, clouds, wind, etc.) and focus on it. Within 30 seconds of being outside, I have one student eating a piece of grass and another licking a tree. There’s a fine line between dedication and crazy. A|very|fine|line.
4. I drew a huge piece of paper on the board so that we could work on labeling our work in class. I swear, sometimes it’s a scavenger hunt to try to find where students write their name on their paper. Anyways, I wrote the following on my sample piece of paper:
Your Name
Date
Block

I literally had half the class write “Your Name” on their paper. Crazy, right? What threw me off the most is that they did write the date out and their block. What?
5. I sent a student to the hallway for continual talking in class and calling another student a name. He then proceeds to make faces in the door window. I tell him to stop. He does it again. Yellow slip (referral). One would think this would be the end, but these kids are creative. He proceeded to fold the paper up and put it in his mouth. Thank God, for this student’s sake and mine, that I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say. As a side note, this kid has seriously been awesome since then.

There’s so much more I could say, but I’ve got an early morning and I need to recharge to see these brilliant children tomorrow.

It’s A Whirlwind

I’ve been married for a month, I’ve been in Costa Rica for 2.5 weeks, and tomorrow I start teaching. Whew! When I say a lot has been going on–I mean A LOT!

Being married has been great. I love spending time with John everyday and our conversations before bed the most. Obviously there has been some adjustments (wait… you mean, if we don’t go grocery shopping…there’s no snacks in the pantry?), but it’s still great. I’m learning how to cook…as I’m typing this, we have a BBQ chicken in the crock pot. I can’t take too much credit for making it–that’s why I said, “we have”. As soon as John told me I had to break the leg off of the whatever part of the chicken, I lost it.  So, for any recipes including raw meat, it will be a “we” instead of a “me”.

Our first home is definitely a work in progress. I’m learning just how intense my OCD tendencies are, especially when it comes to cob web on windows, muck on the floor, and bathroom drains that make even God plug his nose. Speaking of nasty drains, anyone have any solutions? We’ve tried Drain-o and bleach. Please, for the sake of our poor noses, offer up some feasible solutions.

Oh, yeah, to keep the complain train in motion, the shower head has the oddest shade of green mold I have ever seen. Perhaps, if it wasn’t mold, it would be a pretty eye color. And, in case you were wondering, it is slippery. Not that any of you would reach up and grab it to adjust the water. Advice: don’t.

But, in all seriousness, the place really has grown on me. I love the little bedrooms, the intimate living room, the land lord (what?! Yes.), the two bathrooms, and the location (we can walk to the mall! With my shopping history, I haven’t decided if this is good or not…). John and I are very fortunate for having a place to call home. As strange as it sounds, I do look forward to continuing our cleaning to make our home even more ours.

Tomorrow is the first day of school! Whoo-hooo! I haven’t slept well the past two nights, so hopefully tonight I will pass out. I feel like one of the 6th graders I will be teaching: I’ve already got my outfit picked out for tomorrow, I keep checking my book bag to make sure all my supplies are there, and I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. I’m excited with a sprinkle of nervousness. Okay, maybe more than a sprinkle.  I know it’ll all be fine, truly. It’s just the first part that will be hard–rip that bandaid of comfort off that wound of insecurities! I’ve got to stop procrastinating and making up terrible metaphors. Lesson planning time round…27?
Adios!