I have had a rough couple of days. Well, I have had a rough year. But the last couple of days I have had to deal with irrational parents who are accusing me of things my heart is not capable of. At times like this I can’t help but think to myself, “I just can’t do this anymore.” And then, thankfully, a little ray of sunshine comes through the clouds and doesn’t let me give up. Today I got a much needed ray of sunshine.
We were not supposed to have a Drama Club meeting after school today because of a staff meeting, but then my meeting got canceled and I told the kids, “You can come if you want to, but if you have something else to do you won’t be marked absent.” All but one of my Drama Club students showed up. I could not believe it. So we did improv, per their request, and I spent the next 45 minutes laughing hysterically at them being goofballs on stage, and sharing inside jokes from our UIL competition adventures together. Then it came time to go and they didn’t want to leave. I literally had students begging me to let them do more improvs, so we stayed another 15 minutes until I had to kick them out so I could get some things done before heading home.
As they walked out the door in hysterical laughter I noticed that the fun I was witnessing was not between the kids, but between the kids and me. They included me in their fun, in their jokes, in their laughter. They didn’t have to. I make a positive difference in their lives. Forget about that child’s parents who can’t accept their daughter could do anything wrong. That girl can come into my class and pout and call me names behind my back all she wants to for the next 16 days of school (16 DAYS!!!!). Why should I let one child and her irrational parents determine my future as a teacher?
How is it that one dark cloud can overshadow every other wonderful moment you have as a teacher? I have to remind myself to bottle those rays of sunshine, so when the clouds come through I can just let them pass and get to the sunshine again.
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I am in the midst of a media unit in one of my “non-theatre” elective classes. Their most recent assignment was to come up with a game show, which they scripted and performed for the class. The group that went today did sort of a dating game style show, where the hosts asked the contestants questions about their dating styles in order to determine who was most worthy of a mystery date with a beautiful woman. The female host asked the panel of boy contestants, “If you got a call that your girlfriend was in a horrible accident, would you rush to be by her side or go back to playing your video game?”
(No, that’s not the “Kids Say the Darndest Things” part, believe it or not.)
Bachelor #1’s response: “It depends on if she’s dead or not.”
‘Nuf said, people!
Today I’m sharing another “Kids Say” pregnancy moment. One of my sweetest kids, Brandon, raised his hand after I announced my pregnancy and said, “Ms. Alexander, what if you go into labor in the middle of class?” I explained my due date was in the summer so that wasn’t likely. His response was a completely serious, “Yeah, but if you do…. Do you want us to help you?”
EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!!!!
I very calmly and rationally gathered up all the class and professionalism I could muster and said, “OMIGOD! NO WAY! I want you to GET OUT!!!!”
I brought my senior high school yearbook to school because we are doing a show that takes place in the ’90’s and we need costume ideas. So the kids were eager to look up my senior picture. When they found it Melissa said, “Awwww… Ms. Alexander, you used to be so pretty!”
I am pregnant. After I announced this wonderful news to my classes I realized a LOT of “Kids Say” posts were in my future! Their reactions and comments have been so awkwardly hilarious, it’s hard to know where to start! For my first “Kids Say” pregnancy post, I’m choosing a story that made my principal snort when I told her!
I am the fifth teacher to announce her pregnancy within a month. So when I shared my news with the class, Denise (one of my most vocal students, of course) blurted out, “You teachers need to learn to control yourselves!!”
Ack! Ummmmm…. New topic, new topic, new topic, new topic!
I stand in front of kids and talk all day long. It’s only a matter of time before something really embarrassing happens in front of all of them. This week I had one of those moments.
I have had a cold for the past week and I am very “phlegm-y.” As I was talking to the class about their assignment (after saying “I need all eyes on me so I know you are hearing me,” of course), a HUGE wad of phlegm flew up my throat and fell out of my mouth onto my chin.
I am not kidding.
I have no idea how it happened so fast, but I quickly threw my hand up there to catch it and put it back into my mouth. OK, so that is even more disgusting! But what was I supposed to do?!? I couldn’t stop, walk across the room with phlegm on my chin and grab a kleenex to wipe it off. I was praying in that moment nobody noticed.
I wasn’t so lucky.
I actually made one student gag. Another student asked, “Ms. Alexander, was that gum?” I thought to myself, “Ooh, yes! Gum! That is much less disgusting!” But I was torn. I could say it was gum, but I am the gum NAZI. I hate gum. I preach about it all the time and I am a hound dog when it comes to catching my kids with gum. What kind of hypocrite would I be if it had been gum? Do I say it was gum and then lose that respect? But then again, I can’t say… “NO, it wasn’t GUM! It was PHLEGM!” So I just chose to keep on talking and pray they dropped the subject.
They did, but I’m sure it will be one of the stories they tell 10 years later…. “I once had a teacher who hacked phlegm all over herself.” Eeewwwwwww!!
My 6th graders think if you spell something in an improv, it drives your point home. If someone doesn’t understand what you’re saying, just spell it… right? That should clear up any confusion! A couple of my favorites:
- “Game! G-A-M, Game!”
- “Century! C-E-N-T-R-E-E, Century!”
And that’s all I have to say about that. I’m calling their English teachers.