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.