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.

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.

I'm back.

As good teacher-mothers do, I put some absolutely adorable pictures of my son up on my bulletin board behind my desk.

Here is the conversation that resulted from that with a little girl named J:

J: Mrs. Overman, my cousin looked like me when I was a baby and my other cousin looked like your son.

Me: Oh...what?

J: My cousin...she looked like your son when she was a baby. You know...chunky.

MIA

So I've been MIA for awhile obviously...had a baby, been a little busy with that...I'll be back to school in November. Thanks for reading!

Paper jam.

I know, I know...it's been like 30 days and no post. Not gonna lie...my almost-third-graders are VERY careful about what they say. In first grade, it was all or nothing, say anything, etc.

We are SO over being "little" kids. We're smart, big kids...or so we think.

However, leave it to my wonderful Little J to break the mold and not care what others think.

We have been laboriously researching and typing our findings in the computer lab (did you know it takes an average eight-year-old approximately three hours to type a paragraph?).

Anyway, Little J finished his typing today. I promptly sent the document to the printer which promptly sent back the message "paper jam: document failed to print."

Me: "Ugh. Another paper jam!"

Little J: "Oh no! Paper jam! Who would put jam in that printer? Is there jam on my paper? How did this happen?"

Oh my.

Yesterday was not a great day teaching-wise. I feel like they nearly killed each other; spring break is STILL two more days away.

I hope we can make it.

But that's our own personal problem.

So one little girl, T, was quite naughty yesterday. Apparently she was even naughtier than I thought she was because I only knew about the top part of the note. Here it is in its entirety (I totally wish I still had my scanner...you would love to see it):

"Dear Mrs. Overman,

I am sorry it slipt out of my mowth. Will you forgive me for a bad talk? Srcll (circle) yes or no.
_____________________________

J,

I am sorry for me saing I should have my dog poop on your head. Will you forgive me? It was mean. Srcll yes or no. Sorry.


My mom is yelling"