Handball is big at my school.
Epic would be a better description.
Kids take it very seriously and have all sorts of rules.
They also have all sorts of names for different moves, any of which can be allowed or banned from a court by whomever got there first.
There's Hardies, Super Hardies, Cross Countries, Babies, Bubblegum (not a move, but a way to keep your place in line), Under-doggies, etc.
So today, one of my students, Steve, was on a tear beating the pants off of kid after kid. Finally, after something like 10 wins in a row, he finally got out when a savvy player lightly tapped the ball against the wall when Steve was at the back of the court.
Exhausted and a sweaty mess, he came over to me.
Steve: Phew! That was tough! I'm so tired. Making babies is hard!
Me: uummmm, I'm not sure you should be doing that at school.
Steve: No, the girl on that court said it's ok. I just can't make babies very well, especially when I'm tired after all the cross countries.
Me: Well, I suppose long-distance relationships pose their own unique challenges.
Me: Never mind.
I'm not sure, but I think we may have been having two different conversations.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Handball is big at my school.
Friday, May 20, 2011
If you've been on my Facebook page, you know all about the newborn kittens found under my teaching partner's classroom.
Well, as the animal control lady and our custodian pulled the little, black, slightly hairless bundles out from under the room, all of our students were outside for dismissal. Of course, they gathered around with curiosity.
A boy: Wow! Are those RATS??
Class: eeeeEEEEeeeWWWWWWW!!!!!!! That's sooOOOO gross! They are disgusting! Ahhhhhgghh!!!!!
Mr. Custodian: No, they're kittens.
The Same Class: aaAAaawwWWW!!!!! How CUTE!!!!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I gotta say, I’m super proud of my students’ efforts on state testing. They really are giving it their all with the Big Game is on the line.
I never thought this day would come!
And where did they put the generic motivational sticker that every kid in the school got?
Your guess is as good as mine. (Probably stuck on to someone else's back!)
It’s good to know my kids treasure me as much as I treasure them.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
So I've been telling you all year about George. He's the kid who said this....
and finally this.
Well, he has struck again.
Me: Alrighty kids, let's get inside and get started on some science! Let's see if we can make our lines quieter than Mr. Smith's lines as we walk to our room! (Mr. Smith teaches Social Studies next door.)
The Class: Yeah! We can do that!
George: Mr. Smith is smarter than you.
The Class: gasp!
Me: Well, George, that was not very nice of you to say. You've just hurt my feelings.
George: No offense. He just really is.
The Class: Gasp!
Me: Well, George, saying that is offensive and hurtful. Unkind opinions should be kept to yourself. If someone said something like that about you, I would tell them the same thing.
George: But he just really is smarter than you.
Me: Listen to my words, George. Saying that to me makes me sad. It makes my heart hurt. I don't think you're the kind of person who would want to make someone feel that way.
George: I'm just say that Mr. Smith is...
Me: George, stop talking.
Later in the afternoon, the students were helping me pass out two weeks worth of graded papers. I gave every student a job except George. Every student understood why...