. Regurgitated Alpha Bits

Saturday, August 27, 2016

What Does Home Mean?

Many many years ago I had a sweet little girl in my third grade class. She and her family were new immigrants from Mexico, and all five of them shared a rented bedroom in someone's house. Both parents worked hard and pushed their kids to do well in school. Over the years, I taught all three of the kids in the family. They're all grown now. Everyone graduated from high school. The two youngest went on to college and the oldest is married and has son of her own.


Yesterday, I heard a voice calling out to me as I drove down the street after school. I see the mom of these kids waving at me excitedly from a porch. 

"We live here now! This is our home now!!!"  

She was so proud, and my heart swelled for her and her family. I'm sure that house represents much more than a home to them.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

It Pays to be Nice

One of my kids was really mean to another kid. Really mean.

Me: I'm calling your parents.

Him: No! They're gonna get mad.

Me: I'm sure they will.

Him: They'll hit me.

Me: Where?

Him: On my butt.

Me: That's a bummer.

Him: Tell me about it.

Monday, August 1, 2016

Kickball Queen

I am not athletic.

In any way.

At all.

Ever.

But that doesn't stop me from participating the Teachers vs. 6th Graders annual kickball game.

There was great news this year!

I did NOT hit any kids in the face with a ball during that game.
It was a refreshing change...

What DID I do?

1. Cheered on a teacher who ran clear across the field to get a ball that was dangerously close to becoming my responsibility.

2. Made student spectators stand so I could drag their chairs out to the outfield and sit in them while I played. Assistant Right Field, to be precise.

3. Took the "long way" out to the the outfield so I'd miss most of the inning at times, (Most times...)

4. Convinced a teacher's teenaged daughter who was visiting for the day to run for me when I was up to kick.

5. Called another teacher "delusional" when he suggested I "kick the ball low." (As if I have ANY control over where or how high that thing is gonna go.)

6. Took about 98.9% of the credit for us KILLING those 6th graders.

Take THAT, athletic skils!

Thursday, July 28, 2016

A Little Too Open House

At Open House this year, I had a fun little conversation with a fourth grader from my class and her second grade sister.

Me: Wow! That's a nice diorama. That's a good grade on it too! Did you make it?

2nd Grader: No. My mommy did.

4th Grader (trying to save face): You helped!

2nd: No I didn't.

4th: Sure you did. You colored and painted.

2nd: No I didn't.

4th: You told Mom where to put stuff in the shoebox.

2nd: No I didn't. She made it after I went to bed.

4th: Well, you're not supposed to admit THAT to a teacher! You have a lot to learn.