11/12/2010

Today is one of those days when I simply must remember the funny things that happen.  Otherwise my mind is too likely to focus on the day I had filled with an unmedicated child, who happens to sit next to the Scream/Whiner.  Thus my classroom was filled with the sounds of one child literally bouncing off the walls, and the ceiling, and the floor, while my scream/whiner was mortally offended by every little sound he made.  Add to this the fact that I got a new child three days ago. An angry child. Who spends his days yelling at all the kids in my class, slamming things into the table and or floor, yelling at me and talking back, screaming/crying/throwing fits, and constantly scream tattling.  

When I got home today, I fell asleep. Almost instantly. 

So yes, the amusing anecdotes are necessary.  I have a few, fortunately.

The aforementioned unmedicated child has a job in my classroom. Well, all my kids have jobs, but his job is to be the Distributor for his table.  This means that he is in charge of distributing the supplies to his table as necessary.  This is a rather large word for a five year old to say.  The way he says it, if you ask him what his job is, or if someone else dares to do part of his job is thus, "I’m the Jupiter!"  Its very cute when he says it.   Most of the day today he and another child, who can actually say "distributor" went back and forth.

"I’m the jupiter!"

"No, you’re the Distributor"

"That’s what I said! I’m the Jupiter."

A few days ago while at recess duty I witnessed the punching of a little girl by another child.  I called the boy over, and he came rather reluctantly.  I began to question him about it, and saying that we cannot punch friends.  He looks at me in amazement and protests, "But I didn’t punch her!"  I looked at him sternly and told him that I quite clearly saw him punch her.  His response made me turn around and have to take a few breaths so I didn’t laugh in his face.  In a very earnest manner he insisted, "I didn’t punch her! I was taking my hands OFF her."  After I had somewhat regained my composure I turned back to him and informed him that if he hadn’t punched her, he wouldn’t have needed to take his hands off of her in the first place and he could go think about that while he sat in time out.

Also at recess I overheard an adorable little chunk of boyhood run up to his teacher and say importantly, "Mrs. S! I just got back in Texas!"  She responded with an expression of surprise and then said,"You did? Where were you?"  To which he replied in a very nonchalant and offhand manner, "Oh, I was in Vegas."  When asked what he was doing there he replied, "Ohh… a little of this, a little of that.  Really just hanging out, ya know?"  

Priceless.