Student: “Ms. A I like your eyebrows!”
Me: “Thanks! I grew them myself!”
Student is clearly puzzled by this.
Student: “Your nails look pretty.”
Me: “Thank you! I painted them myself!”
Student, clearly shocked: “Whoa. Your mom let you.”
Me, whispers: “Well, she doesn’t know. But I think she’d let me.”
Student, whispers: “Whoa.”
Student’s eyes gets big.
Student: “Is it ‘cause you’re an adult?”
Scene: It’s before gym and we’re working on our reading. One first grader, A, just told me it’s her birthday today.
A: “Ms. A do you know what else?”
Me: “This is our last comment, ok? What else?”
A: “ When I was little and like and like a real baby.. um.. my name was still A”
7 other tiny hands shoot up
Owner of tiny hand #1: “I was a baby once.”
Owner of tiny hand #2: “Yeah I had a name too.”
Today's Tiny Teaching Land was filled with tiny kids crying, adult humans grumbling, and a few unedited, prematurely sent emails from an admin. The highlight of the day was an impressive flatulence and its journey down the hall of 1st graders. Like dominoes, their faces began to scrunch up to the odor until a student near the source began to cry. He got out of line saying, "YOUR FART SMELLS LIKE DEAD!"
Their scrunched up looks of pain may have been the highlight of my day, but the best part of my day left me speechless. E took handcuffs out of his backpack. I asked him where he got them and he said, "My mom's bedroom."
This year, I plan on sharing a bit more of my day to day activities in my classroom along with the typical humor that my darling students will definitely provide. If this interests you, please feel free to subscribe on the Home page or on the top (or bottom?) of your page.
Hopefully y'all will enjoy this years Tiny Teaching Edition. Also, here are a few pictures of my classroom :)