Whatever I can teach

I've neglected the Blog recently. Not because I don't have the material to share, but life has kept moving and left no time to document a freeze frame. So this post will be a collection of all the stories and interactions from the past few weeks.....

*Everything isn't always rainbows and butterflies in the speech room. Sometimes things are"lame." One day last week, everything was lame, according to one of my 3rd graders. These passports are so lame. Speech is so lame. So I ask...is everything lame? You're not lame. Oh, okay thanks.

*I got roped into buying popcorn from a boyscout. Popcorn prices range from $10 up to $80 -

expensive kernels they're selling...they should take a lesson from the girl scouts and sell cookies for a few bucks a box. Not having the strength to say no to a boyscout, I purchased a nice bag of kernals. Expecting it to be the best popcorn I've ever had.

*Get to do 1-on-1 therapy with a kid who was expelled for bringing a knife to school. He's expelled until January, but he still is allowed to come for speech. Just me and him for a whole half hour. Have to admit I'm a little intimidated....you want to play a game? Okay, sure we can do whatever you want.

*We keep it real in the speech room by getting fist pounds. One day I forgot to put out the fist, and my 3rd grade boys told me "you forgot to do this" as he stuck out his fist. He was right - what was I thinking? Pound it, explode it.

*I wore some skinny-jean style black pants to school last week. One of my girls love, love, loved them (she told me literally about 10 times) and she also noticed my new haircut. I'm going to dress like you when I grow up. We all have something to teach and something to learn. I'm learning that even if all I can teach is to rock a good pair of skinny jeans, maybe I made a difference for her.

*One of the kinder-kiddos is working on his /th/ sound. We're working on making sentences with his /th/ words. Target word: thousand. Sentence he came up with: "My grandma has a thousand food stamps." And he followed it up with "It's true...she really does."

*I refused to give out candy this week. I've been feeling guilty about rotting their teeth.....and also been told one of the kids has been trying to sell it to other kids in his class. But the kindergarteners said, "But I'm not fat anymore." So I ask the logical question - did you used to be fat? No, I never been fat. And the other kindergartener chimes in, "I'm not fat either. I drink skinny milk with my mom." And to that, I laughed out loud and said I'm sorry guys. Not today.

Alright, posted up for now.

Julianne