Thursday, January 28, 2010

Improvement.

One of my little boys has had a terrible time with his math facts and it's mostly because he doesn't want to take the time to do them. He'll bring me a paper with 25 of 50 facts incorrect because after the 25th one he just writes the numbers 13 or 11 for the rest.

You get the gist.

So today he brought me his page of 100 facts and only three were wrong.



Me: Oh, C, you are doing so much better at this now!

C: Yeah, I know. I used to suck at this, but now I'm better.


Classy.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Betcha didn't know this.

You know the old eighties saying, Girls go to college to get more knowledge, boys go to Jupiter to get more stupid-er?


This is Wheels' take on that:

"Hey, did you know this saying? Girls go to home to get more smarter. Boys go to school to get more sillier."

Monday, January 25, 2010

Ah, Wheels.

Well, our dear Wheels is certainly coming out of her shell as of late. Here are two really good episodes from her today:

Wheels: Mrs. Overman, did you know that the speed of things is like four billion million eight ninety sixty trillion?

Me: The speed of what now?

Wheels: The speed of anything with wheels and gas. Except for alien vehicles. They use sugar for their gas fuel, so their speed is different. I saw that on TV once.


If you're confused, join the club. I'm confused and I was there!

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Wheels: Oh, Mrs. Overman, E is having such a problem! Her chest hurts. She had a heart attack yesterday and I think she's having another one right now!

Me: Honey, kids like E can't have heart attacks. They're too young and E is very healthy, so she is just fine. Thanks for telling me, though.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Champion

Today Wheels (remember her from the last couple of posts?) came up to my desk and said, "Hey, Mrs. Overman, I'm going to do this dot-to-dot now."

Me: Oh, wonderful...but I should warn you, that dot-to-dot is kind of hard. But I think since you're so smart you'll do just fine.

Wheels: Mrs. Overman, it won't be hard for me. You know why? Because I am the CHAMPION of dot-to-dots. I am VERY good at them.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Nasty.

Let me preface this post by saying that I HATE feet.

Except for my son's because they are awesome.

But he's eight months old, so he has supercute feet.

Anyway...

At the end of each day, the kids and I clean up our floor. I'll say something like, "Please pick eight things up and put them where they go."

Then they have to show the things to me because, let's face it, we don't live in a perfect world and some of them lie.

So they all were cleaning and bringing me their collected items:

E: Two crayons, a marker, an eraser, and some paper scraps.
L: Three pillows, some paper, a tissue, a pencil.
I: A paperclip, some homework, and an eraser.

Then the nastiest one of all:
R: Some paper, a pencil, some trash, and a toenail.


Ugh...get that away from me.

What I Want To Be When I Grow Up.

I have a very mature class this year (read: they don't do goofy stuff too much...boo!). However, I do have one little stinker that keeps me hoppin' to my blog.

We'll call her Wheels.

That's just a personal nickname I have for her, and unfortunately, I can't give you the background info on it.

Anyway, we were sitting in community circle the other day, sharing what we wanted to be when we grow up. It went like this:

R: A teacher.
B: A scientist.
E: A doctor or a vet.
T: A teacher.

You know, normal things. And a lot of teachers.

Then we got to Wheels:

"Well, I want to be one of those people who goes around the whole world and just picks up everyone's litter. You know, trash? I won't be charging very much, though. I mean, if you litter like nine pieces of trash, you will only have to pay me like one dollar. But if you litter like ninety pieces of litter, you'll have to pay me like one hundred dollars."

Excellent. We'll keep that in mind.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

New Year's Eve.

I overheard this discussion between three of my kids yesterday:

C: Hey! Why is the year 2010? I thought it was 2009.

E: Don't you remember, C? On New Year's Eve the year changed. We moved ahead another year.

C: Oh yeah...I stayed up really late that night and watched this shiny ball fall and then I saw lights that said 2010...then all these people were kissing! Ugh!

R: You know, C, you're really not supposed to be watching that kind of stuff. It's not good for you.