This has been quite the week in my classroom, let me tell you.
Oh, not that it’s been bad, mind you…just interesting.
You really never know what you’re going to get when you’re talking about spending 270 minutes a day in a classroom with sixty different students.
Take, for instance, Wednesday morning during my first class.
That is a class that has a vibe all its own. The class is like a family full of brothers and sisters who love to annoy each other.
They also lack a filtering system when they speak.
On Wednesday, my most outspoken student, a female (bet ya didn’t see that one coming) said, upon looking me up and down, “Mrs. AuburnChick, you know you really should have worn the other black shoes with the blue heels. Then, you could have worn a blue undershirt to stand out against the sweater.”
Here are the shoes I was wearing…
I can’t believe that I actually thought my sparkles would be enough to pass muster with the kids.
Sheesh. They have high standards!
Toward the end of class, I was doing my read aloud.
Smack dab in the middle, the same young lady randomly said, “Mrs. AuburnChick, you have an angry vein.”
Please go back and read that again, because I did not type it incorrectly.
I scrunched up my face in confusion and asked her to clarify.
“You have an angry vein,” she repeated.
I was still utterly confused.
That’s when she pointed to the middle of her forehead and told me I had an angry vein running down it.
Then, I knew exactly what she was talking about.
When I was about two or three years old, I split my forehead wide open when I slipped on the floor and hit my head on a heating vent. Back in those days, the vents were in the floors, not the ceilings.
I remember the drive to the hospital. I also remember lying on the table while the doctor stitched me up.
The doctors said my scar would eventually move up to my scalp as I got older and my head grew larger.
It didn’t.
I explained all of this to my students. I finished up by telling them that apparently my head hadn’t grown much, although my brain had.
😀
That’s when they zinged me with, “Well, your head is mighty big, Mrs. AuburnChick…especially when you wear your hair in a ponytail.”
Oh yes, they did.
It had been one of those mornings.
They are lucky that I have a good sense of humor. You should have heard them laughing!
I am blessed beyond measure to teach, and I treasure the lighter moments that come when I least expect them but need them the most!
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This made me laugh! My 7th graders don’t take much notice in my attire or my forehead. Thank goodness! I don’t think I could handle it as well as you did.