Saturday, September 22, 2007

I hope this is up to my standards...

Ok…I am sensing from the response to my last post (or lack thereof) that it was not my best. I’m no dummy – I’m picking up what you’re putting down, cyberspace. So, let me try to remedy the situation with something a little more in line with my usual postings. After all, I’m supposed to be working on my dissertation, but can’t quite motivate. I’ve been trying to get down to business for the last 6 hours. Maybe it’s time to call it a day…

As the start of the school year approached, I thought my new class would be material enough for my blog. However, they’re really awesome. I have no drama. Well, I have a bit of drama. One little boy with the largest front teeth I’ve ever seen is a bit chatty for my taste, but I’ve definitely seen worse. And I have another one, Curly, who can be a bit sassy at times, but he’s so darn cute!! Really, (insert me knocking on wood here) I am loving my new group!! When I think back to past years, the problems I have this year seem insignificant.

Let me regale you with a memory of misbehaviors past…

Two years ago I had a little boy whose glasses were always crooked and behind them, his eyes were always a bit crazed. He was like a little bomb waiting to explode. Super cute, very sweet, totally nuts. One day at the beginning of the year, the class was sitting on the carpet listening to a story. It was the first week of the year, so everyone was still in hardcore angel mode. Except my little friend. As I look up from one of my favorite picture books (I heart Knuffle Bunny…seriously, you need to acquaint yourself with Mo Willems), I catch a glimpse of Little Crooked Glasses in mid backward somersault. He picked up so much momentum that he turned all the way over, and then slid UNDERNEATH the carpet. I wanted to scream but then his little head popped up from the floor, glasses askew with the most thoroughly confused look on his face as if he had never really seen me before. I couldn’t bring myself to yell after that.

Flash forward to the end of the day. Little Crooked Glasses is gyrating in his place, backpack on (remember that detail, it will be important later), ready to go home.

Me: Little Crooked Glasses, please sit down sweetie. School’s not over yet…
Him: I can’t Mrs. Mimi, I can’t find my backpack…
Me: (isn’t he wearing his backpack…WTF? It’s the end of the day…work with me!!) Um, honey, isn’t it, um, on your back??
Him: Huh? (spinning around erratically like my beloved but somewhat dumb cat trying to catch her tail)
Me: Sweetheart. Stop spinning, it’s right there.
Him: I don’t see it.
Me: (Please grant me patience…ten, nine, eight, seven…). Little Crooked Glasses, if you sit down, I promise you that you will find that your backpack is indeed on your back already.
Him: Ok. (Little Crooked Glasses then tries to sit down but after spinning around like a top has virtually no balance and ends up on his ass. And his backpack is right under it.)
Oh! Mrs. Mimi, I found it, don’t worry! It was on the floor.

So, thus far, everyone has remained on top of the carpet and in full possession of their backpacks. I say it’s going to be a banner year (please knock on wood for me right now).

12 comments:

ms. preppy said...

First of all, all of your posts make me laugh. I just went and showed some love to the Mr. BWG post.

LOL. What a cute kid! I love the quirky ones.

Now, quit using blogger to procrastinate.

Mimi said...

Thanks Ms. Preppy...got to graduate someday!!

Jen Barney said...

Disertation-misertation! This is much better!!! Thanks for the laugh tonight!

glenda said...

Yes, your posts are always hilarious! I think this is my first comment, though. I need to show my appreciation more regularly!

17 (really 15) more years said...

You should teach middle school - you really should- there's just so much more material with the older kids.

Classic example: I'm teaching a lesson on the properties of water. I'm using my best, Socratic questioning techniques and ask-"so, if a water molecule is polar, what do we think we call molecules that don't show the same properties as water?"

A voice yelled out from the back of the room- "BIPOLAR???"

Nope, you can't make this stuff up.

Mimi said...

That is brilliant!! Bipolar! Hey...it was worth a shot, right??

Cathy said...

That was the best laugh...I seem to have had several incidents like that already this year...I love all of my kids, but they are great for a laugh some days. I can just picture your little boy doing that. Thanks for the break in seriousness with your blog. It's nice to take a break every now and again.

Ruth said...

giggling over this one. gotta love that kid . . . but sometimes you wonder what they're going to be in 10, 20 years, you know?

Sarah Amick said...

I had a kid like that the first year I taught first grade. His mother dropped him off the first day of school, she was out of breath, her hair was a tangle of mess, and she said, "Ah, summer break is over, here ya go, have fun with this one." She turned and left the room.
I sugared him up the day of the Christmas party, lots of cookies, 4-5 glasses of juice, extra candy. It was an all you can eat sugar buffet. I sent him home for 2 weeks for detoxification!

Jess said...

Hey!
I've been reading all the posts, I just haven't commented. You're cracking me up.

Bela Lugosi said...

jaja... I wonder if I was one of those kids...

Reni said...

Mimi, I am rereading your blogs because basically 1) I love your stories and they put me in a happy mood 2) I am putting off grading my stack of papers because I'm not in the mood 3) I need my spirits lifted and you definitely did that with this story. I laughed out loud. Thanks so much and keep up the good work!

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