Oh, Bloody Hell

I cut my hand. 

Not a big cut. Hardly noticeable, in fact. It was right on the back of my hand. 

I did it several days ago, and the scab started coming off today. It was getting caught on everything. Who knew one little scabby edge could be so annoying?!?

So, during Language Arts, I ripped off the scab and went back to discussing the ethical issues found in The Giving Tree. 

I'm teaching and talking and pointing and questioning and being all animated to keep their attention after lunch, which we all know is a battle, but to no avail. 

Well, they were just staring at me. 

In horror.  

Turns out, little cuts on the back of your hand bleed a lot. The whole back of my hand, fingers and part of my pants were all bloody. 

I've seen WWII footage with less blood. 

In my head, I simply couldn't understand why they were not into this awesome lesson I'd developed. Meanwhile, in their heads, they were wondering why I hadn't died from blood-loss yet. 

A little pressure from a tissue, and a lot of offers to get me (and for some reason themselves) a bandaide, and soon I was all fixed up. 

And I certainly have learned not to take scabs for granted. 

Punctu-what?

Here are all the ways my students spelled the word "punctuation" today:

pacshoeation

punchowachin

puncsation

pucwachin

punkuation

My personal favorite:

punkshuwayshin

puncuoation

punciwashan

puntion

pucuatoin

puchaion

puchiton

puniton

And finally...

punqwayshon

And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, just about sums up my teaching. I better get crackin'. 

Seems About Right

As we do every year, we are using Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree to introduce the Depth and Complexity Icons we will use throughout the year. One icon is Unanswered Questions. For example:

Why did the tree call him "boy" when he was actually a man? 

Did the boy still love the tree when he got older? 

If I were the tree, would I have given so much to the boy? 

Students discuss their thoughts on each. It makes for interesting discussions, as students have to justify their positions on each question. 

And here is my favorite. I received it via email from a student. 

Question: Why was the boy so rude to the tree?

Answer: The boy was rude because he was older and his brain was older too so it can't think too much. 

Well, that explains a lot about me. Now I know it's all my old brain's fault. 

Two Hands Too Many

School started!!!!!!

Our new bunch seems like they are going to be a lot of fun. 

Well, 99% fun. 

Here's the other 1%:

One of the girls hugged me goodbye today. 

And grabbed my butt with both hands. 

That was weird.