tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11210570328677093422024-03-13T04:46:52.886-07:00Don't Let it Rain During RecessWhy I love teaching.treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-81179585925997842422012-06-25T05:27:00.000-07:002012-06-25T05:27:58.406-07:00Directions<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bss6-yn1UDE/T-hYz5zEPnI/AAAAAAAAACE/WySyx2RB658/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bss6-yn1UDE/T-hYz5zEPnI/AAAAAAAAACE/WySyx2RB658/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" /></a>
And we expect the KIDS to follow directions????treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-41057036390808635982012-06-25T05:23:00.000-07:002012-06-25T05:28:12.693-07:00Old School<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pn1EhnwPzho/T-hVA8e1XgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bVMhxd3lvkQ/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pn1EhnwPzho/T-hVA8e1XgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bVMhxd3lvkQ/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" /></a>
This is waaaaay funnier than "Kick Me".treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-22998255212220927602011-02-27T17:30:00.000-08:002011-02-27T17:30:09.677-08:00Bible SchoolThe preschoolers got out the bible trivia cards and asked my teacher friend to ask them questions.<br />
Question #1. How many days did it take God to create the world?<br />
Olivia: Six hundred million!<br />
Kaylynn: Jesus!<br />
Alexis: It has to be a number stupid. The answer is seven.<br />
Teacher: Close. The number is six. God rested on the seventh day.<br />
Alexis: God got arrested? Hahahaha!treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-66656522725525600972011-02-02T06:24:00.000-08:002011-02-02T06:24:40.098-08:00Oh shit! Shart!School nurses do not get paid enough. Overheard at the nurses office:<br />
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I think I threw up in my underwear!treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-65649735706062600762011-01-11T18:29:00.001-08:002011-01-11T18:29:45.867-08:00SpeedOverheard from one teacher to another, "My kids are operating at the speed of DUH today."treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-49407030783508960672010-11-28T10:35:00.001-08:002010-11-28T10:35:33.758-08:00Yummy!Me: What's your favorite animal?<br />
Student: Chicken!<br />
Me: What animal do you wish you could be?<br />
Student: Chicken!<br />
Me: What's your favorite food?<br />
Student: Chicken Nuggets!treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-2303122418464648522010-11-17T19:42:00.000-08:002010-11-17T19:42:17.211-08:00Food for ThoughtMy autistic student cracks me up. He's smarter than anyone. He says, "Your pants are on backwards!!" I said, "No, honey, the pockets just look like that." He goes, "SHAWN, your PANTS are on BACKWARD!! How can you teach us anything!?!?!?!"treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-53012245424754832252010-10-27T19:17:00.001-07:002010-10-27T19:17:48.431-07:00In Sickness and in HealthBest part of going back to work after being sick? The cards. "I am fairy glad you are better mow." "I lick you so mush. Hop yuo fell beter." "Were were you. The sub suked. Glad you are bitter."treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-69689352822857059002010-09-27T17:46:00.000-07:002010-09-27T17:46:06.056-07:00First DayI spent hours making a Powerpoint of my rules, etc, for the first day. The grand finale was a slide that said, "You are all unique!" Fast forward to me saying, "Boys and girls, let's read this last one together, because it's how I feel about you."<br />
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Class: You are all UNQUIET.treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-6975917940953194142010-09-27T17:40:00.001-07:002010-09-27T17:40:21.141-07:00Curriculum NightParent: So, how much time do you spend talking about Satan?<br />
Teacher: (In her head) What the FUCK???????treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-57347964495135062832010-09-10T21:13:00.001-07:002010-09-10T21:13:51.867-07:00Occupational TherapyOT guy to kindergarden student: What's hard for you?<br />
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Student, after thinking hard for a moment: Um...the floor?????treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-36609671344331953482010-09-10T21:12:00.000-07:002010-09-10T21:12:22.602-07:00A to ZTesting. Testing a child one on one is always enlightening. When asked to write the alphabet from A to Z a kindergarten student in our building made it to the letter 'g' before attempting a peek at the alphabet line hanging on the wall.<br />
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"Oh, no. No peeking. I need you to write it without looking," his teacher said.<br />
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The child looked confused, then put both hands over his eyes and attempted to write the rest of the alphabet.treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-21606489828554794162010-09-10T21:08:00.000-07:002010-09-10T21:08:04.059-07:00From the Mouths of BabesRecently our Teacher of the Year gave us an inspiring speech. In it she told us to be sure to really listen to our kids and to be sure to ask questions. She learned this, she said, when a student of hers came running up to her, all upset, because another student had said the dreaded "F" word. She pulled the "F" word kid aside and chewed him out but good. When the child was finally crying, she stopped yelling, thus giving him time to respond. His response? <br />
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"I didn't know phooey was a bad word!!!!"treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-39782216840172688292010-09-04T07:34:00.000-07:002010-09-04T07:34:29.875-07:00Thanks. No, really. Thanks.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow. I mean, well, wow! I know he' a fifth grader but I'm impressed. I am cute though so I bet they just can't help their little, adorable crushes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little bastard.<br />
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Me: Why not?<br />
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Adam: Because my cat's gonna have babies!!!!!!<br />
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Me: (silence) ........... (more silence)..........(WTF?)treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-85074903907532578722010-09-02T13:57:00.000-07:002010-09-02T13:57:12.187-07:00Use Colorful WordsMe: You can use the word happy but maybe it'd be more powerful if you used a different word. Like, <i>jubilant</i>. Or <i>cheerful</i>.<br />
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Student: You can use <i>constipated</i>!<br />
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Me: Um, I think you mean <i>content</i>.treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-64663577045927922172010-09-02T13:54:00.001-07:002010-09-02T13:54:41.030-07:00Overheard Advice"If you're ever mean to God, he'll do something to you. My brother says he'll push you off your bike!"treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-15044313391705147512010-09-02T13:48:00.001-07:002010-09-02T13:49:03.181-07:00Notes<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love notes from former students. "What's with your hair?"</td></tr>
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Student: Well, she's really fat...treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-90241295545321787532010-09-02T13:38:00.001-07:002010-09-03T09:29:12.885-07:00Telling TimeMe: Now look at Joe. Does he have an analog clock or a digital clock?<br />
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Student: Uh, he has a watch.treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-36843180504001444112010-09-02T13:37:00.000-07:002010-09-02T13:37:37.835-07:00Mother's Day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a Mother's Day project. The best part is where he writes, "She hits him with a wooden spoon. I like it very much!" By the way, I called mom, whom I knew very well. She was horrified. HE though it was hilarious.</td></tr>
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Me: Yeah, well, you listen to him.<br />
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Student: Well, duh!! He has a GUN!treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-57134203545557823102010-09-02T13:34:00.001-07:002010-09-02T13:34:01.747-07:00Excuses from "Parents"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5hC8rwDqt0/TIAKIxLmMHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-6zlRYTRGWo/s1600/106_0564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5hC8rwDqt0/TIAKIxLmMHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-6zlRYTRGWo/s320/106_0564.JPG" /></a></div>treehugdirtlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00108811636221265406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1121057032867709342.post-25575965573584564292010-09-02T13:32:00.001-07:002010-09-02T13:32:50.799-07:00Sharing<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This thoughtful parent sent me a nose ring. I was grateful. Freaked out, but grateful.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah, yes, one of THOSE days. I love that my friend from across the hall sent me this on such happy paper all stapled about a million times.</td></tr>
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