Smooches

Conversation between 2 fourth grade boys in the hallway. 

Boy #1: What's your least favorite part of Valentine's Day? 

Boy #2: SMOOCHES! I HATE SMOOCHES!

{I thought to myself -Oh sweet boy.....just wait a few years 

and I'm pretty sure your opinion will change!}

Hope your day was full of love, hearts, candy, flowers, 

being reminded how loved you are and smooches!

For Good, Not For Evil

This week my 6th grade gifted classes were studying about the digestive system. In order to show them the great length of the system I had them measure and cut different colors of yarn the correct length for the mouth, esophagus, stomach, small and large intestine.

(In case you are interested- your mouth is measured from your lips to the back of your jaw, the esophagus is measured from your lips to the middle of your chest- right below your rib cage, your small intestine is 4 times your height, and your large intestine is your height.)

It was a great activity with lots of time for discussion as we measured and cut the yarn and tied it all together.

I found myself saying the funniest things during class though and kept thinking that if someone had come in or just heard me without seeing me, they would have thought I was totally and completely insane! The kids laughed and cracked up with me when I would say these things.

Things like...................

Please pick up your small intestine from off of the floor.

Now, don't get your small intestines mixed up with someones else. Keep your intestines to yourself!

Please don't throw your intestines up in the air- they will get all tangled up and you'll die!


At the end of each class I explained that I would let them take the yarn digestive system home, provided that they promised to use it for GOOD (like to show to their parents) and not for EVIL (choking a friend, playing with it in the middle of another class). They all laughed and promised.

As Maddie and I were walking out yesterday afternoon to leave school, there were still some kids waiting to be picked up. As I walked out the door, a group yelled........

Hey, Mrs. L.....look what we are playing with!

I looked over to see them jumping rope .........with their INTESTINES!

The teacher on duty said..........

They explained to me what the yarn represented and promised me they were using it for good and not for evil!

So glad to know they listen.............at least sometimes!

Snail Mail

The term "snail mail" came up in my class earlier this week.

As is often my custom, instead of giving an outright answer when one of my students asks me what something means, I tried to lead my students to the answer. After the typical 10 year old response of "Is it mail that a snail delivers?" was shot down I decided to help my class figure it out by giving them a hint.

So, thinking this would totally give it away I said..............

It's how I used to send mail to friends when I was your age.

One little boy in my class immediately got a really excited look on his face and raised his hand high- complete with the "Oooh, oooh, oooh" sound effect.

I called on him, feeling confident that my hint had helped him figure it out and he said...........................

It's mail delivered on a horse, right? Like the Pony Express?

Um......excuse me?

I know I'm not a spring chicken and could even be called oldish but exactly how old do I look?

The Pony Express ran in 1860.

Good night nurse.

If you'll excuse me now......I'm off to buy some wrinkle cream.

A BUNCH.

Wordless Wednesday (well, almost)

These UGLY socks were TAPED ON THE WALL as I walked down the hall at school yesterday.
TAPED ON THE WALL.

Manic Monday

Updated with pics of B's room below! :)

You know it's going to be an interesting week when you arrive at school to find:

a. Your door handle wrapped in foil

b. A sign on the board that says..........

U R lucky we ran out of foil!

c. Balls all over the floor

d.

PS You should see my next door neighbor B's room. Let's just say she was not as lucky as I was!

The Scrabble board cracked me up! It says: Next time lock UR door. U got owned.

B and I made the mistake of leaving Friday without locking our doors.

Let's just say, there will be payback. Someone (who's name starts with S and ends with hannon, has a master key! Bwahhhhhhhhh!)