It's been an exciting seven days in first and second grade. The energy and noise which constantly exude from the eight boys, as well as the effect of my own directions reverberating throughout the room (rather than being absorbed by the students) are enough to make my ears ring. In the midst of the hubub, however, I occasionally overhear bits that survive a retelling or two:
Yesterday morning, Grayson paused as he entered the room, threw his arms out, and announced, "Let the show begin!" For him, life as usual. For me, an insightful moment.
Last Friday, in the middle of a Bible discussion, someone randomly interrupted, "Miss Djerf, what if Ashton was stalking you?"
Fielding unrelated questions is in my job description. This time, I just laughed and lightly replied, "Oh, Ashton would never stalk me."
Ashton, seated on my right, added, "Yeah!...Besides, I don't even know how!"
When the gym teacher arrived in dress clothes instead of sweats today, my class piled on the compliments: "Mr. E, you look tight!" "Oh, Mr. E, you look handsome!" My favorite was the first grader who said, "Mr. E, if you had sunglasses on, you'd look just like a guard at a party!" (Is he thinking of a bouncer?)
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