"If one more kid tells me that he's an expert at jerking, I'm going to lose it"
-- Great quote today by Greg.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Donnie's Enormous Ego Part 1
Donnie: Miss J, when you go home, or talk to Silver, you must talk about your favorite student, you know, how amazing he is, how he always brightens up your day, how he has such a great attitude, how he's a little slice of heaven....
Me: Yes, you're right, I tell Silver about Bryan.
Bryan: Yeaaaah! That's right.
Donnie: I don't understand why you're always hating on me. I'm amazing. All of my teachers have always talked about me. We were always like best friends. Can I be your best friend?
Me: Nope. I already have a best friend.
Donnie: Don't you think I'm great, though? I mean, come on. Name a flaw.
Half the class: YOUR GIANT EGO?
No kidding.
Me: Yes, you're right, I tell Silver about Bryan.
Bryan: Yeaaaah! That's right.
Donnie: I don't understand why you're always hating on me. I'm amazing. All of my teachers have always talked about me. We were always like best friends. Can I be your best friend?
Me: Nope. I already have a best friend.
Donnie: Don't you think I'm great, though? I mean, come on. Name a flaw.
Half the class: YOUR GIANT EGO?
No kidding.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Grama
The last week, I've had a terrible cold. Today, my voice finally bit it. I spent the day charading at my kids (I'm going to call that a word too), gesturing wildly, making stupid faces, and whispering when I had to. It was half fun, and half awful. But, all of the kids then whispered because I was-- kinda funny.
Hector: Are you going to come tomorrow?
Me: Yep. I'll be here.
Hector: Not if you keep drinking that soda. Soda is bad for you.
Me: Thanks, mom.
Hector: No, no. Don't call me mom. I'm not your mom. Call me.... grama.
Me: Oh yes. That's perfect. I am calling you Grama from now on.
Hector: Oh no. What did I just do?
Heh heh heh. Indeed.
Hector: Are you going to come tomorrow?
Me: Yep. I'll be here.
Hector: Not if you keep drinking that soda. Soda is bad for you.
Me: Thanks, mom.
Hector: No, no. Don't call me mom. I'm not your mom. Call me.... grama.
Me: Oh yes. That's perfect. I am calling you Grama from now on.
Hector: Oh no. What did I just do?
Heh heh heh. Indeed.
Cracker
Donnie: Miss J, you have a cracker?
Me: ....Did you just call me a cracker?
Donnie: God....No! I would never--
Me: Seriously. White people know what that means.
Donnie: No, like a Ritz. Do you have some Ritz?
Me: Nope. Got some Cheerios though.
Adonis: ...For WHAT?
Me: I train tiny dogs to jump through them. Or you know. I eat them. Whatever.
Adrian: You eat tiny dogs? Sick.
Oh, how we get off topic sometimes.
Me: ....Did you just call me a cracker?
Donnie: God....No! I would never--
Me: Seriously. White people know what that means.
Donnie: No, like a Ritz. Do you have some Ritz?
Me: Nope. Got some Cheerios though.
Adonis: ...For WHAT?
Me: I train tiny dogs to jump through them. Or you know. I eat them. Whatever.
Adrian: You eat tiny dogs? Sick.
Oh, how we get off topic sometimes.
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