It's come to my attention that some clarification must be done, as a classroom romance has become a daily hot topic to eavesdrop. The classroom Casanova is a little guy named, Ivan*. His biggest admirer is a precious girl, Karly*. She has openly proclaimed her love for Ivan multiple times, calling him her boyfriend. She'll shoot him loving glances, and sigh while talking about him.
Things to a negative turn, as they had a spat during center time. Exact words weren't available, however the apology was overheard--sort of.
Ivan: Karly, I'm sorry. Can I still come to your birthday? I still like you.
Karly: Of course! It's ok, Ivan! (while patting him on the arm, very dramatically)
It has also been noticed that Ivan has been flirting with other girls.... the little sister (by a year-ish) of one of my other students, whom he very slyly sauntered up to and either tried to see how tall he was compared to her, or to kiss her. Either way, it was weird looking-- suspicious, to say the least. This little sister's dad, says to me, "I think it's about time I put my foot down." Can't make this stuff up.
*names changed
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A Day of Treasures
Some days are filled with many precious moments, and others nothing to write home about, however today was a GOOD day for silly quotes, so let's just cut to the chase...
"Mrs. Jess, you look good. You look good." Yes, said by a sweet little boy, after I shed my warm sweater, and adjusted my shirt. Apparently, I looked self-conscious. It's nice to know I have a friend...who is 3. :)
Future professions of one of my little girls: Mermaid. Another little girl wants to be a cheerleader when she's 10 and a princess when she's 20.
The kids were talking about age for some reason during lunch, so I asked how old they thought I am...the consensus: 45, maybe 43. They seemed to be more shocked when I told them I'm 23. Go figure.
A funny little conversation I overheard during center-time:
Boy 1: Well, you can't come to my birthday party.
Boy 2: That is not nice!
Boy 1: If you know, "God is bigger than the boogie man", then maybe you can...
Boy 2 sings all the words, as Boy 1 chimes in....with arms around each other, thus Boy 2 is invited to the birthday party, and me, too, because I hummed along.
And this last one is technically from yesterday, but too priceless to leave out. One of the little boys half-way wakes up early from rest time, looks around and then focuses on me. "Mrs. Jess....are there bugs on my bed? Are there bugs on my bed? Are there bugs on my cot?!" Said at an increasingly rapid pace and more worried each time. I assured him there were no bugs, and he proceed to ask if he could go to the bathroom once reassured. Bless his terrorized little heart!
"Mrs. Jess, you look good. You look good." Yes, said by a sweet little boy, after I shed my warm sweater, and adjusted my shirt. Apparently, I looked self-conscious. It's nice to know I have a friend...who is 3. :)
Future professions of one of my little girls: Mermaid. Another little girl wants to be a cheerleader when she's 10 and a princess when she's 20.
The kids were talking about age for some reason during lunch, so I asked how old they thought I am...the consensus: 45, maybe 43. They seemed to be more shocked when I told them I'm 23. Go figure.
A funny little conversation I overheard during center-time:
Boy 1: Well, you can't come to my birthday party.
Boy 2: That is not nice!
Boy 1: If you know, "God is bigger than the boogie man", then maybe you can...
Boy 2 sings all the words, as Boy 1 chimes in....with arms around each other, thus Boy 2 is invited to the birthday party, and me, too, because I hummed along.
And this last one is technically from yesterday, but too priceless to leave out. One of the little boys half-way wakes up early from rest time, looks around and then focuses on me. "Mrs. Jess....are there bugs on my bed? Are there bugs on my bed? Are there bugs on my cot?!" Said at an increasingly rapid pace and more worried each time. I assured him there were no bugs, and he proceed to ask if he could go to the bathroom once reassured. Bless his terrorized little heart!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Impairments
Today, I was helping our poor, broken legged friend in the bathroom, which just means I help her balance in between pulling her pants up and down. Her bloomers got stuck on her cast because she insisted on pulling them all the way down, over her cast. (Ok, kid, do what you want.) So, being the kind teacher I am, I help her pull the bloomers up, and she exclaims, "Wait! My panties are giving me a wedgie!" (Imagine a high, little girl voice declaring her personal discomfort...)
This may not be the funniest comment that will ever be uttered in the classroom, or the most creative, what makes this more than just funny is, that one, she is a little girl. Second, I have tried the last 2 years, while working as an after school care provider at the Academy, to figure out when kids start learning about wedgies. My vast research based off of interviews I personally conducted, concluded that most kids between 3 and 5 have no clue what 'wedgies' are, and if they are familiar with the term, they don't know what it means or what action must be taken to give/have a wedgie. One child out of, at least, 60 that I interrogated knew how to explain wedgies to me, and it wasn't this little girl.
This may not be the funniest comment that will ever be uttered in the classroom, or the most creative, what makes this more than just funny is, that one, she is a little girl. Second, I have tried the last 2 years, while working as an after school care provider at the Academy, to figure out when kids start learning about wedgies. My vast research based off of interviews I personally conducted, concluded that most kids between 3 and 5 have no clue what 'wedgies' are, and if they are familiar with the term, they don't know what it means or what action must be taken to give/have a wedgie. One child out of, at least, 60 that I interrogated knew how to explain wedgies to me, and it wasn't this little girl.
Name Variations
Most pre-school age kids have sweet little speech "quirks"...special ways of pronouncing things, especially names. We've got the normal swapping 'L', and, 'R' for 'W'; and lisps; trading 'L' for 'Y', and some that I just can't describe in technical speech jargon.
My name, Ms. Jessica: Ms. Checkika, Ms. Jedika, Ms. Jesseeka
The student teacher's name, Miss Bethany: Miss Betany, Miss Befany
One of the afternoon girls, Alyssa: Miss Alyzba
A little girl named Anna-Kate: Anna-Cake (She calls herself that, too)
These come from the same kid:
Fish: Bishy (you have to listen very closely to really hear it or else it sounds a little rude)
Ms Jessica: Miss Jedika
Football: Bootball(not boot, like the thing you wear on your foot, with long 'O' sounds, but say it as a rhyme to foot, with short 'O' sounds)
Octopus: there is no phonetic spelling to do this word justice
My name, Ms. Jessica: Ms. Checkika, Ms. Jedika, Ms. Jesseeka
The student teacher's name, Miss Bethany: Miss Betany, Miss Befany
One of the afternoon girls, Alyssa: Miss Alyzba
A little girl named Anna-Kate: Anna-Cake (She calls herself that, too)
These come from the same kid:
Fish: Bishy (you have to listen very closely to really hear it or else it sounds a little rude)
Ms Jessica: Miss Jedika
Football: Bootball(not boot, like the thing you wear on your foot, with long 'O' sounds, but say it as a rhyme to foot, with short 'O' sounds)
Octopus: there is no phonetic spelling to do this word justice
Monday, October 11, 2010
A Marriage Proposal
Center time allows for humorous eavesdropping, and in the math/ science center, too. Three of my older kids were playing in this center, two boys, one girl. The little girl, asks one of the little boys if he'd like to get married. He looks at her, totally straight-faced and seriously asks, "Well, are we having babies?" She inclined and their center time marriage commenced. Who knew such high stakes would be placed on this relationship by none other than the husband-to-be?
Interestingly enough, this one little boy is quite the fought over man. He is the coveted boyfriend of several little girls, one in our class, and a few more in the other two Pre-K classes. The one little girl in my class who has the world's biggest crush on this 4 year old Casanova, will call me over to chat about him all the time. Calling him her boyfriend, wanting to sit near him, and be in line near him, to play with him sometimes. Oh, she just adores him. And is so animated about her love for him. Precious moments!
Interestingly enough, this one little boy is quite the fought over man. He is the coveted boyfriend of several little girls, one in our class, and a few more in the other two Pre-K classes. The one little girl in my class who has the world's biggest crush on this 4 year old Casanova, will call me over to chat about him all the time. Calling him her boyfriend, wanting to sit near him, and be in line near him, to play with him sometimes. Oh, she just adores him. And is so animated about her love for him. Precious moments!
Connecting the Dots
I have recently encountered a relationship that truly stumps my students. The kids have seen the pictures of my families that sit atop the cubbies. One of my immediate family, one of the in-laws, and one of my husband and me. I've explained a few times, after they've seen the picture of my husband and me, that I am married to that guy in the picture. They seem to understand that. Their own parents are married-- connection in their mind, we have rings on the same finger. Ok, connection made, or not... They alternate refer to my husband as my dad, or more recently, my son. Apparently, the connection isn't totally there, and understandably so. My marital relationship is missing one vital piece to complete the connection.....my own children that I have birthed. Apparently, I can't possibly be married without also being a mom. And so goes the dialog:
Student: "Mrs. Jess? Are you married?"
Me: "Yes."
Student: "Ok, so, are you a mom?"
Me: "No."
Student: "Do you want to be?"
Me: "Yes, someday, I do want to be a mom."
Student: "Why are you married, then?"
(this conversation,of course, took place in the bathroom, where else?)
On another occasion, I have gone in circles with one little guy about how I'm married, but don't have kids. He didn't get it either. This kid was pretty sharp. Surely, if I was married, I had kids. It didn't make sense any other way. I'm talking at least a 20 minute recess chat, which didn't end up in resolve. At one point, he sat on the playground bench beside me, crossed his leg over his opposite knee, elbow rested on the other knee, and his chin cupped in his hand thinking things over. Too funny!
Student: "Mrs. Jess? Are you married?"
Me: "Yes."
Student: "Ok, so, are you a mom?"
Me: "No."
Student: "Do you want to be?"
Me: "Yes, someday, I do want to be a mom."
Student: "Why are you married, then?"
(this conversation,of course, took place in the bathroom, where else?)
On another occasion, I have gone in circles with one little guy about how I'm married, but don't have kids. He didn't get it either. This kid was pretty sharp. Surely, if I was married, I had kids. It didn't make sense any other way. I'm talking at least a 20 minute recess chat, which didn't end up in resolve. At one point, he sat on the playground bench beside me, crossed his leg over his opposite knee, elbow rested on the other knee, and his chin cupped in his hand thinking things over. Too funny!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Grass
This week was Homecoming at Harding Academy. The high school dressed up all week, lots of fun activities, such as a bonfire on Wednesday night. Thursday afternoon, one of my little girls, drug me, and the afternoon girls, individually, to the fence on the playground to show us the burned circle from the bonfire. She exclaimed with shock that someone had mowed so fast that they burned a circle in the grass. So clever.
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