Ok, we all know kids will say what they're thinking but this one had me on the floor. This one is compliments of my kindergarten students.
I am a single unmarried teacher and while at lunch one day the kids were arguing whether or not I was married. Several just assumed that because I was an adult and a teacher that I was married. When I explained that almost all married women a special ring on a certain finger and since I didn't wear one (ever) then wasn't married. One of my boys stopped talking and got this look on his face that made you sure the wheels were turning in his head. Finally after a few moments of consideration he turns to me quite seriously, and says, "Miss Bryant, you need a man!"
I thought I had taught my son all the idioms because he is soooo concrete. Called him from work one day and he said he was having a lot of trouble with the math that day. I told him not to worry because John would go over it again in class tomorrow and like everything else that is hard the lightbulb will come on. Next day I call and ask how math went, He said it was a lot easier after John explained it again. I said, see I knew that lightbulb would come on. There was along pause and then he said "mom, we are doing math not lightbulbs"
On 10/15/04, Mom wrote: > I thought I had taught my son all the idioms because he is soooo > concrete. > Called him from work one day and he said he was having a lot of > trouble with the math that day. I told him not to worry because > John would go over it again in class tomorrow and like everything > else that is hard the lightbulb will come on. > Next day I call and ask how math went, He said it was a lot > easier after John explained it again. I said, see I knew that > lightbulb would come on. There was along pause and then he > said "mom, we are doing math not lightbulbs"
when he was younger I was on the phone telling my friend it was raining cats and dogs. He was mad all night because he ran out to get more pets and I lied.
When he cried because I almost died laughing i called my sis and we came up with a whole list to teach him.
Your posts have given me a well-needed laugh today. I am a retired principal (4 years retired) and you brought back a memory from 1998. I had a second grader, (fictitious name will be Mia) who was a real hand full. She had a severe case of lupus and many times her medication would cause extreme mood swings. The teachers called her my little girl because she was from a dysfunctional family and my heart just went out to her. I would intervene many times to keep her in school until she was manageable and could be returned to school. My intervention actually began in first grade and by the time she was a second grader, she was doing much better in the behavior category (still had a long way to go). Now for the funny part.
We had a partnership with the Sears Retired Volunteers. Every year they would give our second graders a book bag filled with school supplies at the start of the school year. In 1998, they gave all of the children a small pair of scissors with pointed edges. As you know, that is a no- no. We took all of the scissors and replaced them with the blunt edged scissors (so we thought).
The next day, Mia's teacher brings her and another student to my office. Mia had gotten upset and tried to poke the other student (a boy) with the scissors. I told both of them to sit down at the Peace Table (in my office) while I talk to the teacher. Both sat down; Mia's seriously pouting with much attitude. I'm thinking that they are the ones that we had replaced. When the teacher gave me the scissors, I couldn't believe my eyes. They were a long pair of tailor's shears with long blades and a sharp point.
Now, I'm upset. I ask her firmly, "Mia! You've could have hurt him severely with these scissors. You know what we've talked about when you get upset and angry" (Sidebar: Mia had a habit of throwing objects in class occasionally).
"He was looking at me and laughing at my hair!" she exclaimed, "I was tired of him!" I continued with a firm posture and more guidance before dealing with consequences. Then I asked her the question. "Where did you get these scissors from anyway!" All of a sudden the anger turned into a search for an acceptable answer. As she sought for the appropriate response, she remembered the scissor exchange from the day before..."From Sears. They were in my Sears Book Bag," she answers. I looked at her and told her directly, "Mia, you're lying. We took all of your scissors and exchanged them for the safe scissors and-" "But nobody took Mine," she interrupted. "I still had mine."
I then told her, "Mia, you're still lying. The scissors that Sears had in the bookbags were NOT this color and they were NOT THIS BIG!" Realizing she was caught in her lie and not wanting to get in trouble, she did what most kids her age would do. She told a bigger lie. Are you ready for this? She looked me in the eye with a look of innocence and sincerity and replied, "They Grew."
The teacher and I left my office, retreated into the hallway and laughed so hard that others looked at us as though we'd lost it. After composing ourselves, we returned to my office to confront Mia again. Before I could open my mouth Mia said with even greater sincerity, "Really they Did!" Needless to say, the teacher and I retreated to the hallway to finish where we'd left off.
Mia is not her real name but the incident is true. We told the faculty at the meeting the story the following day and there was not a dry eye in the meeting from the hysteria.
The Prince (retired principal-Chicago Public Schools)
I need your best incidental writing samples in the form of student- to-student letters collected from your classrooms. My name is Mark and I’m a teacher in training in North Florida currently working on a project to collect original student missives. These letters can be from current or former students and can also be addressed to you, the teacher/administrator.
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I have a 4 year old boy named Cole whom I babysit, Cole's mother was 8 months pregnant. I've always tried to avoid having any conversation that may lead to a childs curiostiy of where babies come from because I'm not sure what their parents what them to know at this young age, I think thats up to them to explain. So I had not spoken with Cole about the fact that his Mommy was going to have a baby, it was Cole who came to me one day in his Mothers 8th. month of pregnancy. Cole came to me and said " Did you know that my mommy has a baby inside her tummy " I just acted as if I were surprised and said "Oh... thats pretty neat" Cole told me that he knew how that baby was going to come out of mommy. I said "you do" and he said "yes, its going to come out down here between mommies legs" he pointed to show me where. I said "oh ...well how do you know that" and he replyed "because when mommy toke off her clothes I could already see the babies hair" (he was talking about his mothers pubes) I just about fell over laughing and he kept saying "I did see it.. he has brown hair" the more I laugh the more he said to make me laugh that much harder. The sweet and innocence child is the pure joy of this world ! Debra Titsworth
On 3/19/04, Debra Titsworth wrote: > I have a 4 year old boy named Cole whom I babysit, Cole's > mother was 8 months pregnant. I've always tried to avoid > having any conversation that may lead to a childs curiostiy > of where babies come from because I'm not sure what their > parents what them to know at this young age, I think thats > up to them to explain. > So I had not spoken with Cole about the fact that his > Mommy was going to have a baby, it was Cole who came to me > one day in his Mothers 8th. month of pregnancy. Cole came > to me and said " Did you know that my mommy has a baby > inside her tummy " I just acted as if I were surprised and > said "Oh... thats pretty neat" Cole told me that he knew > how that baby was going to come out of mommy. > I said "you do" and he said "yes, its going to come out > down here between mommies legs" he pointed to show me where. > I said "oh ...well how do you know that" and he replyed > "because when mommy toke off her clothes I could already > see the babies hair" (he was talking about his mothers > pubes) I just about fell over laughing and he kept saying > "I did see it.. he has brown hair" the more I laugh the > more he said to make me laugh that much harder. > The sweet and innocence child is the pure joy of this > world ! > Debra Titsworth
very smart kid, maybe i should join babysitting...
On 3/19/04, Debra Titsworth wrote: > I have a 4 year old boy named Cole whom I babysit, Cole's > mother was 8 months pregnant. I've always tried to avoid > having any conversation that may lead to a childs curiostiy > of where babies come from because I'm not sure what their > parents what them to know at this young age, I think thats > up to them to explain. > So I had not spoken with Cole about the fact that his > Mommy was going to have a baby, it was Cole who came to me > one day in his Mothers 8th. month of pregnancy. Cole came > to me and said " Did you know that my mommy has a baby > inside her tummy " I just acted as if I were surprised and > said "Oh... thats pretty neat" Cole told me that he knew > how that baby was going to come out of mommy. > I said "you do" and he said "yes, its going to come out > down here between mommies legs" he pointed to show me where. > I said "oh ...well how do you know that" and he replyed > "because when mommy toke off her clothes I could already > see the babies hair" (he was talking about his mothers > pubes) I just about fell over laughing and he kept saying > "I did see it.. he has brown hair" the more I laugh the > more he said to make me laugh that much harder. > The sweet and innocence child is the pure joy of this > world ! > Debra Titsworth
Well this is just as funny to me as the day it happened. . . . . Back when I was student teaching at a 4and 5 year old Pre-Kindergarten School, I ha dthese group of kids who were very jovial and upbeat. Now my mentor told me that when it was time for the students to go home I was supposed to put these colored necklaces on their necks, so that they can be identified when their bus is called. Well, I would do that everyday, and sometimes I could here the adults call the buses and sometimes I couldn't because we were at the end of the hallway and it was noisy. So the children would repeat who they heard. There were children who had white necklaces and outside the door I would hear the students repeat, "white bus!", Then I had like, a green and yellow necklace graoup and they would say, "green and yellow bus!" But every day when it was time for the children who had on these pink and gray necklaces, the student's would say, "Marvin Gaye bus!" And I would ask the students what was the name of their bus and they would, say with twinkling eyes, "Marvin Gaye." For the life of me I couldn't understand why they called the bus that! Since the school was majority African American I thought that, hey, maybe they like keep things real hip so they dedicated one bus to a great black musican .. . . . . . . . Well one day, about two three weeks into student teaching we didn't here the children in the hallway call the Marvin Gaye Kids, and they almost missed their bus. So I looked out the door and said, "Hey! Have yall called the Marvin Gaye bus yet????!!!" And the Principal down at the hall yelled back, "Marvin Gaye Bus?? !!!!!!! Naw!!! They are the MAUVE AND GRAY BUS!!!!!! Hurry up and send those kids!!" I was sooooooooooooo embarrased. The necklaces were not pink and gray they were mauve and gray!
Hi folks! Thought I'd share my little mishap with you. One time I was babysitting and I decided to take the kids to the beach. The parents were still at home while we were packing, so I was being extra careful to include everything that we might possibly need. Well, I guess my mind was racing so fast that just before we were about to leave, I called LOUDLY down the hall to the kids, "Don't forget to take the buckle and SHOVET!" Hmm...I got an odd look from the parents and began to turn crimson as I realized what I'd said. :)
ONE DAY MY SON CAME HOME AND TOLD ME THIS: ABOY TOLD ME WHERE A BABY COMES FROM! WERE? A LADIES' BUTT! OH MY! WE ARE TALKING TO YOUR TEACHER RIGHT NOW! COME ON!
On 3/26/04, Hannah Jones wrote: > ONE DAY MY SON CAME HOME AND TOLD ME THIS: > ABOY TOLD ME WHERE A BABY COMES FROM! > WERE? > A LADIES' BUTT! > OH MY! WE ARE TALKING TO YOUR TEACHER RIGHT NOW! COME ON!
Someone posted this in the chat center. It's hilarious. I thought it would be appropriate to repeat on this board. I added a few revisions. Hope he or she doesn't mind. Enjoy the humor. =========================================================== NCLB's New National Test for Kids
In conjunction with school districts & teachers unions all fifty states, the federal government under new NCLB guidelines has designed and released a comprehensive new student testing program, with nationwide implementation scheduled for the upcoming school year. It will be called the Federal Arithmetic and Reading Test (FART).
All students who cannot pass a FART in the second grade will be retested in grades 3, 4, and 5, until such time as they are capable of achieving a FART score of 80%.
If a student does not successfully FART by the 5th grade, that student shall be placed in a separate English program, the Special Mastery Elective for Language Learning (SMELL), then reevaluated for FARTs.
If, after this increased SMELL program, the student still cannotpass the required FART, he may still move on to middle school by taking a one semester course in Comprehensive Reading and Arithmetic Preparation (CRAP). (One high government official has proposed administering this exam to all teachers as well, to ensure that they could pass a CRAP test. However, there seems to be some blockage to this.)
However, if by age 14 the student still cannot FART, SMELL, or CRAP, he may yet earn his promotion through an intensive one week seminar, the Preparatory Reading for Unprepared Nationally Exempted Students (PRUNES). It is the opinion of the NEA and AFT teachers unions that a concentrated, two-week long course of PRUNES should enable any student to successfully FART, SMELL, and CRAP.
Hopefully this explanation will clear the air of any misconceptions about the purpose of FARTs in the schools.
Teaching isn't what it used to be in England.... However humour is essential to survive. It kept me going before quitting the classroom. I wrote poems about incidents and life in my school,before quitting the clasroom to take up amore rewarding job.. tutoring excluded pupils. You may be ableto relate to some of the issues.. [link removed]
I thought I had taught my son all the idioms because he is soooo
concrete.
Called him from work one day and he said he was having a lot of
trouble with the math that day. I told him not to worry because
John would go over it again in class tomorrow and like everything
else that is hard the lightbulb will ...See More