Tuesday is the new Friday! At least this week.
I had two very weird interactions with students today. Only one was not my fault. The other…well, I didn't
mean to put my foot in my mouth.
First Weird Interaction: I was standing outside my classroom door, greeting students, when a past student of mine walked up and said, "Here." Now, when I taught preschool, I knew better than to put my hand out there to take whatever a student was offering me. I never knew if it would be a booger, used gum, a bloody tooth, or a dead bug. I've gotten lax since I've been teaching high schoolers, apparently. So I (stupidly) held out my hand. Said former student, who is male by the way, put an unused, unopened tampon in my hand and then tried to walk away. But I stopped him. I was very confused at this point. "Why?" I asked. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
That caught him off-guard! He just smirked and said he'd found it on the ground and walked away. Weird, right? When I was in high school, I was too embarrassed to be even seen having a tampon in my purse, and I wouldn't have been brazen enough to give one to one of my teachers--even as a female!
Second Weird Interaction, also known as how far could I shove my foot in my mouth?: The students today were acting like it was a Friday, which means trying to get me flustered and/or angry. First, a student asked me what happens when a person dies. I was able to dodge that curveball. Then, a student asked me "What's a prostitute?" He had that smart-aleck gleam in his eye, the one every great class clown gets when they think they've one-upped the teacher. Wanting to avoid that bomb as well, I said, "Go ask your momma." I meant it in the, "Go ask your parents about the birds and the bees, 'cause that ain't my job, sugar" kind of way, but to the students it sounded like I just called his momma a prostitute. Great. They burst out laughing, the kid started laughing too, but his eyes got really big. I was flummoxed. Crap. So I back-pedaled, saying they all knew what I
meant and that I did not mean it that way. The kid said he knew that, but that it was still funny. I prayed long and hard that he would not go home and tell his mom I called her a whore in class or anything. You never know, right??
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Top: Buffalo Jeans from JcPenney
Skirt: Marshall's
Grey tights: Walmart
Black Boots: Payless
Feather Necklace: I think I got it at Rue 21?
Black Cardigan: JcPenney |
