I worked at one rural school in my hometown for 2 years before moving to a city school and working for a year. I returned to my hometown to attend a summer wedding for a friend. There was a bonfire later in the weekend, and I saw one of my former students there.
Shoot, shoot, shoot, what was her name?
I'd been gone for a year. I'd taught close to 150 students after her. I usually was pretty good with student names, but I was drawing a big ole blank on this one.
Ok, I remember one fact: it had to do with one of the four seasons.
Her hair is a beautiful dark red.
We approached each other. There could only be one guess. "Hey Autumn," I said
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Student: My pencil broke.
Me: I'm sorry. The pencil sharpener's over there.
Student: My arm broke, too.
(The student's arm is obviously not broken.)
Me: I'm sorry. I don't have an arm sharpener.
Student: Can YOU sharpen my pencil?
I was talking about Donald Trump dropping the largest bomb and as I said this, one of my kid let out one of the largest farts.
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