bathroom bloopers
yesterday we went on a bathroom break (at the school where i teach, it is necessarily required that bathroom breaks are taken as a class twice a day.)
one of my students came up to me to announce (in the only voice he ever uses: an attention grabbing, loud, high, matter-of-fact voice) that the other boys were laughing at him. i told him to sit down (because this particular kid likes it when people laugh at him and because he hadn't raised his hand to talk, and even if he had, we are not supposed to talk in the hallway.
disregarding my mandate, he said, "my pants were too tight and i couldn't get them down and i was trying to pull my penis out and i peed all over myself."
i turned around and laughed, trying to be still. i pulled on a straight face and turned around to check out his pants, and they looked dry to me. i told him to sit down and i turned around to laugh some more.
the kid, a knowingly precocious one, probably knew i was laughing, and seemed satisfied with that. he seems to search for funny things to say to me. at recess, i watch the whole class. he stands right in front of me and talks to me. i lean on the fence so i'm shorter than usual, and he stands on a foot-high concrete wall in front of the fence, so he's almost at my level, and standing about 10 inches away from me. in short, he's in my personal space, which seems to be where he likes to be.
another kid, a black kid, said he couldn't be partners with a white kid, because they had different germs: the black kid had black germs, and the white kid had white germs. jeez.
we made apples yesterday in class with wallpaper samples: different designs with green, red and yellow coloring. i think they look awesome!
i'm at panera stalling on lesson plans. the sores from biking hurt when my arm hangs down, i have to keep my arm up above the hanging position. i believe it may be infected. i don't know why, though, cuz i've had it medicated all the time.
mmmkay...


1 Comments:
Medicated ALL the time? That's not quite an accurate statement...but I am sorry to hear that you are still sore.
Your school stories make me laugh.
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