That Poor Beanie Baby

Georgeann had a student who severely didn't like school.  He made this very apparent as he hung a newly invented Beanie Baby in his locker with a homemade noose.  His mother didn't seem to see anything wrong with this, and thought it was blown out of proportion.  10 years later, she read about that student in the newspaper where he had been arrested for assualt.  So remember, it might start with a Beanie Baby, but escalate from there!

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Parental Saturday: Moving on...

Parent teacher conferences are always an interesting time, as seen in past posts. This year, a teacher was explaining about a novel she was reading with her class. The novel is Harris and Me and is about some boys and the trouble they get into. She was explaining that the student might be able to get into it because it was silly. "If you don't mind me saying," she explained, "They do things like blowing up a frog."


"Oh, that's fine," was Herman's mother's response, "I got a frog drunk once. Herman wouldn't know about that cause I was only young when I did it, but I got a frog drunk."

Vision Test

Every year, it's the responsibility of the nurse to do a vision screening on each student - the traditional cover one eye and read the chart vision screening. This typically gets done during special times, and even more specifically, during Library because of its close proximity to the nurses' office. Corie made an announcement that the students of a certain class would be going over a view at a time for their vision tests.


"Vision test?" Herman yelled from the back of the room, "I can't have a vision test, I just ate lunch!"

Thanksgiving Edition

On the day before Thanksgiving, I had my students write in their writing journals about what they were thankful for. Many of them got started right away, and turned in their journals when they were done. I started reading them and was very impressed by many who were thankful for their parents, their house, food, etc. Hattie's, though, had a different list: "I'm thankful for my Nintendo DSi, my laptop, my Wii, my TV, my cell phone, my IPod Touch, and money." I put the journal down and went over to her. "What about your family, your friends, etc.? Aren't you thankful for some other things as well?" I asked. "Well," she replied, "They gave me those things, so I guess so."


Don't forget to show your thanks to those you are thankful for! :)

Say Cheese!

Yesterday, Hattie brought a digital camera with her to school.  She had it out during Language Arts class and was showing it around.  Her teacher instructed her to put it away and not get it out again.  Hattie put it in her locker.

On the way out to pick up the students at recess, I observed a group of girls posing and crowding around one girl in particular.  "It looks like she has a camera," I said to my co-workers. As they approached the lines to head inside, I noticed Hattie had her hand in her pocket.  "Did you bring the camera out with you?" her teacher asked her. "No," Hattie replied, looking shocked. "Mrs. H. saw what looked like you taking pictures," her teacher went on, "What's in your pocket." "My hand," Hattie replied. "Take out your hand." She removed her hand from her pocket, but there was still an obvious buldge that revealed something else was still inside her sweatshirt.  "What's that?" her teacher asked her. "It's something else," was Hattie's reply, "Not my camera."  "Show it to me then," the teacher instructed. Hattie sheepishly removed the digital camera from her pocket.  Enjoy serving that silent lunch!

They come out of nowhere...

One day while walking in from recess, the students had to go around a large white box truck that was parked in their way.  It looked very similar to this:

Most of the students had no problem recognizing that there was something that they needed to go around, and did so accordingly.  Not Herman, though.  I watched as he approached the truck and went right up to the front and center. He then stopped, took several steps back, and rammed into the truck with his shoulder a full force.

"Herman!" I yelled, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh," was his reply, "I didn't see it."