I say, "Find some examples of two word sentences." Child says, "This one has four, but it's close enough," and is prepared to argue the point.
I say, "Suggest some G rated movies for our next reward movie." They say, "Kung Fu Panda. It isn't rated G, but it should be," and they're prepared to argue the point.
Add in taking a bite of my breakfast apple only to discover the whole thing is rotten, going for some liquid caffeine only to discover the entire pop machine is sold out, and what do you have???
Monday morning.
ick.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Gimme an R!
I have a phenomenon happening in my classroom this year which has never occured before. I have cheerleaders. *shudders with fear*
I'm not entirely sure when this happened, but it may have had something to do with the homecoming pep rally, in which the varsity cheerleaders were more involved than the varsity football players.
A few short days after this rally, I got my first, "Hey, Mrs. N! Look at us! Ok, ok, ready? Ok, WHO'S GOT THAT BEAT, THAT AWESOME COYOTE BEAT? THAT BEAT GOES...." followed by a blur of clapping, snapping, and leg patting, which may or may not include the solution to last Sunday's crossword puzzle.
But then, the fun really started. Two other girls, watching all this go down, snootily remark, "Well, we can do it faster, Mrs. N. See? Ok, ready? WHO'S GOT THAT BEAT....." and so it goes, until hummingbirds everywhere are quivering with envy.
I thought that would be the worst of it. That I'd have to listen to the Coyote Beat in varying speeds while waiting for the lunch ladies to be ready for our class. But I wasn't counting on the Stealth Cheerleaders.
These are the girls who, each time I take my eyes off of them, are undercover cheering. They lull me into a falsely believing I have their attention, and then, when I least expect it, I'll look around and discover that two or three of them have made eye contact with each other, and are silently mouthing, "who's got that beat," while air clapping.
I've had a lot of crazy experiences as a teacher, but nothing quite so creepy as the stealth cheerleaders.
I'm not entirely sure when this happened, but it may have had something to do with the homecoming pep rally, in which the varsity cheerleaders were more involved than the varsity football players.
A few short days after this rally, I got my first, "Hey, Mrs. N! Look at us! Ok, ok, ready? Ok, WHO'S GOT THAT BEAT, THAT AWESOME COYOTE BEAT? THAT BEAT GOES...." followed by a blur of clapping, snapping, and leg patting, which may or may not include the solution to last Sunday's crossword puzzle.
But then, the fun really started. Two other girls, watching all this go down, snootily remark, "Well, we can do it faster, Mrs. N. See? Ok, ready? WHO'S GOT THAT BEAT....." and so it goes, until hummingbirds everywhere are quivering with envy.
I thought that would be the worst of it. That I'd have to listen to the Coyote Beat in varying speeds while waiting for the lunch ladies to be ready for our class. But I wasn't counting on the Stealth Cheerleaders.
These are the girls who, each time I take my eyes off of them, are undercover cheering. They lull me into a falsely believing I have their attention, and then, when I least expect it, I'll look around and discover that two or three of them have made eye contact with each other, and are silently mouthing, "who's got that beat," while air clapping.
I've had a lot of crazy experiences as a teacher, but nothing quite so creepy as the stealth cheerleaders.
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