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."