Teaching to Learn

I think they’ve realized that if they make me mad, they can just suck up to me and make me laugh so that I forget about it. 

Today, Jackson had to go to the office because he was literally just sprinting around in circles in the hallway and wouldn’t stay with our class. He came back and I told him how proud I was that he came back ready to learn and do the right thing. He responded, “I’m prouda YOU, Miss D. I’m prouda you for bein a good teacher!” Oh, thank you, sweet child. Well played.

A few hours later, George was pulling chairs out from girls around him, screaming, and talking back to me like no other. He sat in time out for a while and then I had him go back to his seat. I was reading a story and he began yelling, “I love you MIss D! I will always and forever! I love you so much! So much that when I get on the bus, I finna tell the bus driver to stop at yo house so I can come see you!” By that point, I was laughing hysterically. And then, of course, my little Latasha decided she wasn’t getting enough attention and yelled, “you don’t think I’M funny, you never think I’M funny, only George!” As is life.