Last week state testing started at the elementary school. Everyone is anxious and stressed, and there are signs up all over the building that say, “SHHHHHH!!!! Testing is going on!!!!”
Well, by Thursday some brilliant little rascal had erased on one of the white board signs the “Tes” and the “is going on!!!!”
So all that was left was…
Wednesday morning a rascally 9-year-old boy got in trouble at school with his cronies.
In the afternoon, he woefully reported to his teacher that he had a headache.
His teacher, in response, exclaimed,”Cool! Sounds like karma!”
I gave a little boy a Christmas present today of a pair of camouflage gloves. He LOVES camouflage, so he put them on right away. When he realized they fit him perfectly, he was totally amazed. Immediately he began inspecting the package and when he saw they were a youth size, he looked at me dumbfounded and said, “HOW DID YOU KNOW I WEAR A YOUTH SIZE??”
In my elementary school today, the kids were watching The Polar Express while they had an ice cream party for getting their multiplication tables. During the course of this party, there was a lot of talk about Santa Claus, including honest-to-goodness elementary-style POLLS of believers to non-believers.
Later on, one of my favorite kids (who has Asberger’s, or so it is called for the time being) is sitting there munching on his ice cream and says to me…
Boy: ”Miss Eva, do you believe in Santa Claus?”
Me: ”Yes! Of course!”
Boy: ”Me too. I think [Bobby] does too…”
He paused for a moment, looking at his ice cream, and then said with conviction…
“Me, you, and Bobby… we just never stop believing.”
The best and worst part of working in an elementary school is that there are children there. Example of the best part was the kid today who whispered to me,
Miss Eva, don’t tell anyone I’m a ninja.
I don’t know why I found this so funny, I don’t even know what it’s from…