I flew home to help heal the wounded heart of a friend. I missed two days of school. And when I came back?
MY ROOM WAS IN SHAMBLES.
Papers and books were everywhere, my markers/pencils/staplers were missing. I opened my e-mail to find a rambling letter about the atrocious nature of my kids. Disrespectful, wild, chaotic, out of control. All of the lab materials were stolen so the kids couldn't do their work. None of the homework was done. The sub cried. The principal had to be called down TWICE. The teacher next door had to come over and teach them.
To sum up my emotions in one word.... FURIOUS!!!
So, I gave them lunch detention. All 60 of them. For an entire week. No labs. No fun activitites. Just bookwork. Worksheets. No afterschool fun time. No Friday free time. NOTHING.
But here's the thing with torturing kids.... you end up torturing yourself. Lunch detention for a week = I had to sit with their butts for lunch every day.
Worksheets & bookwork= I was bored to tears... but, damn it, I work too damn hard for them to be asses. Sigh.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Lookin' Pimp Again
"Miss J, you look PIMP!"
(oh god, not again.... what's with this outfit? no grill, no giant clock.... no feather in a tall green tophat...)
"So, I look like a guy who forces women to have sex with strangers for money? Great."
"What?!"
"That's a pimp. Were you not aware?"
Of course not.
Damn MTV.
(oh god, not again.... what's with this outfit? no grill, no giant clock.... no feather in a tall green tophat...)
"So, I look like a guy who forces women to have sex with strangers for money? Great."
"What?!"
"That's a pimp. Were you not aware?"
Of course not.
Damn MTV.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Fall Break!
I wonder if my teachers were ever so excited about fall break? Whee!!
Of course, fate being the cantankerous seahag that she is.... has blessed me with a cold. Just in time. What did I do that ticked off Karma so much? Unreal.
Of course, fate being the cantankerous seahag that she is.... has blessed me with a cold. Just in time. What did I do that ticked off Karma so much? Unreal.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
And Proud of It!
Today, I gave the most recent math test back to the kids.
"And, with one of the top scores, Carlos! 103%!"
The class's cheers are interrupted by a voice.
"NERD!"
This comes from Edgar, my favorite punkass, and Carlos's best friend. Carlos, according to my girls, is very popular and swoon-worthy. He is currently dating one of my ladies, who happens to be gorgeous, opinionated and very bright.
Carlos rolls his eyes. "Dude. You're just jealous that you're not as smart as me."
At this, my eyes began to glint. "And, with the second highest score in class... EDGAR! 101%!"
"NERD!" screams the whole class.
"Yean and PROUD OF IT!" he shouts back.
My smile almost fell right off my face. In fact, my whole head nearly fell right off.
I got Edgar. My punkass, too cool for school, homework is boring, this-is-whack kid to say he was PROUD OF BEING A NERD!
AHAHAHAH! I WIN! I WIN! My glee was almost tangible.
I said nothing. Just grinned like a maniac.
Miss J 235, Edgar 0.
My year has officially been made.
"And, with one of the top scores, Carlos! 103%!"
The class's cheers are interrupted by a voice.
"NERD!"
This comes from Edgar, my favorite punkass, and Carlos's best friend. Carlos, according to my girls, is very popular and swoon-worthy. He is currently dating one of my ladies, who happens to be gorgeous, opinionated and very bright.
Carlos rolls his eyes. "Dude. You're just jealous that you're not as smart as me."
At this, my eyes began to glint. "And, with the second highest score in class... EDGAR! 101%!"
"NERD!" screams the whole class.
"Yean and PROUD OF IT!" he shouts back.
My smile almost fell right off my face. In fact, my whole head nearly fell right off.
I got Edgar. My punkass, too cool for school, homework is boring, this-is-whack kid to say he was PROUD OF BEING A NERD!
AHAHAHAH! I WIN! I WIN! My glee was almost tangible.
I said nothing. Just grinned like a maniac.
Miss J 235, Edgar 0.
My year has officially been made.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Bustin' out the Gloves
One of my biggest pet peeves (other than the dreaded "I don't get it") is when someone says "That's GAY." The very phrase presented in such a negative way makes me want to pummel faces and give detentions... if only I could give detentions to adults... then the world would truly be a better place.
So, we had to have the "Why it is Idiotic to Call Something Gay" talk today.
At first, I tried having an adult discussion about the topic (without getting into religion, which is kind of diffictult). However, talking rationally did not help, because, of course, my audience was a group of 6th graders. Duh.
So, instead, I had to bust out my Gloves of Shock and Awe. But first, I put on a really excited smile.
"Okay. Hey! I have a really fun idea. Instead of saying 'That's stupid," we should all say "That's Mexican!"
GASP!
Me: "Well? WELL?! HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE?!"
One kid: "But... that's like...."
Me: "Saying all Mexicans are stupid?"
Kid: "Yeah. And we're not."
Me: "No kidding! I've got a class full of brilliant minds here, and you're making yourselves sound like total idiots by using that phrase. Plus, not only are most of you Hispanic, but what else are you?"
Kid: "Kids?"
Me: "What else?"
Athletes, cheerleaders, musicians. Multi-faceted.
.
So, we had to have the "Why it is Idiotic to Call Something Gay" talk today.
At first, I tried having an adult discussion about the topic (without getting into religion, which is kind of diffictult). However, talking rationally did not help, because, of course, my audience was a group of 6th graders. Duh.
So, instead, I had to bust out my Gloves of Shock and Awe. But first, I put on a really excited smile.
"Okay. Hey! I have a really fun idea. Instead of saying 'That's stupid," we should all say "That's Mexican!"
GASP!
Me: "Well? WELL?! HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE?!"
One kid: "But... that's like...."
Me: "Saying all Mexicans are stupid?"
Kid: "Yeah. And we're not."
Me: "No kidding! I've got a class full of brilliant minds here, and you're making yourselves sound like total idiots by using that phrase. Plus, not only are most of you Hispanic, but what else are you?"
Kid: "Kids?"
Me: "What else?"
Athletes, cheerleaders, musicians. Multi-faceted.
Curtain, and bow. Oh thank the Lord for Gloves of Shock and Awe.
.
Friday, September 28, 2007
The Litmus Test
Originally, my classroom was populated by Joses, Juans, Guadalupes and Carloses. By this time in the year, however, half of them have nicknames. Among them:
Giggles
Shortcut
Cindy Lou
Daisy May
Frenchie
Grama....
Wisely Edgar, my favorite punkass, said today:
"I can tell if you're in a good mood or not."
"Yeah, Cindy Lou? How's that?"
"When you're in a good mood and aren't pissed at us, you call us by our real names. When you're really mad, you call us by our last names. Like "Mr. Gonzales". Then we know to watch out. Today, you're in a good mood."
Indeed.
Giggles
Shortcut
Cindy Lou
Daisy May
Frenchie
Grama....
Wisely Edgar, my favorite punkass, said today:
"I can tell if you're in a good mood or not."
"Yeah, Cindy Lou? How's that?"
"When you're in a good mood and aren't pissed at us, you call us by our real names. When you're really mad, you call us by our last names. Like "Mr. Gonzales". Then we know to watch out. Today, you're in a good mood."
Indeed.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Miss J, 234. Edgar, 0.
Background info:
In my classroom, I allow the students to use the word "crap." They cannot say "this assignment is crap" or "Miss J is a piece of crap," but they can use it as an expletive instead of the more vulgar varieties.
To be more honest, I let them use it because I use the word frequenty. Why? Crap is the perfect word to describe the quality of the mad scribblings I receive. Their assignments may not be crap... but the homework sure is.
Now, to get on to the real story.
My student Edgar and I battle verbally every day. He thinks he's going to outwit me, and gets thrown to the curb every time. Yet, I gotta give the kid credit. He's quite resilient. Plus, its just great to have a kid I can mess with. I don't have to worry about being sensitive or hurting his feelings-- we both know its just for fun. One of today's highlights:
This afternoon, Edgar was walking around with his shirt untucked. Imagine that.
So, I said "Edgar. Your shirt... looks like crap."
Edgar looked back at me with a sneer. "I thought crap was brown."
I let my gaze meet his eyes, and stared him down for a minute.
"Well, I guess your face looks like crap then."
OOOH DAAAAAAAAAAANG SHE GOT YOU!
His friends whooped and hollered. Edgar shook his head and tried to hide his laughter. I high fived one of my girls. Miss J 234, Edgar 0.
In my classroom, I allow the students to use the word "crap." They cannot say "this assignment is crap" or "Miss J is a piece of crap," but they can use it as an expletive instead of the more vulgar varieties.
To be more honest, I let them use it because I use the word frequenty. Why? Crap is the perfect word to describe the quality of the mad scribblings I receive. Their assignments may not be crap... but the homework sure is.
Now, to get on to the real story.
My student Edgar and I battle verbally every day. He thinks he's going to outwit me, and gets thrown to the curb every time. Yet, I gotta give the kid credit. He's quite resilient. Plus, its just great to have a kid I can mess with. I don't have to worry about being sensitive or hurting his feelings-- we both know its just for fun. One of today's highlights:
This afternoon, Edgar was walking around with his shirt untucked. Imagine that.
So, I said "Edgar. Your shirt... looks like crap."
Edgar looked back at me with a sneer. "I thought crap was brown."
I let my gaze meet his eyes, and stared him down for a minute.
"Well, I guess your face looks like crap then."
OOOH DAAAAAAAAAAANG SHE GOT YOU!
His friends whooped and hollered. Edgar shook his head and tried to hide his laughter. I high fived one of my girls. Miss J 234, Edgar 0.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The Preposterous 3 P's
What a week! Not only did I have to have my pustulating (I'm going to go ahead and call that a real word) toe butchered by a sweet Indian doctor, but I've had to deal with three enormous pains in the neck. Drum roll please... Introducing the 3 P's!
(To shield their identities, I'm using only the first letter of each lovely darling's name. )
P3
J, my eternal shrugger (Doesn't know the answer. Sticks out his fat bottom lip. Shrugs his shoulders. Smirks. Rinse, and repeat.) decided today that it would be a really fantastic idea to wallop a kid right in the face! At lunch! The brilliance!
Now, granted, the punch-ee probably deserved it. He'd been verbally harassing one of my sweet students earlier in the day, J caught wind, and stuck up for his friend. POW! Right in the kisser. Then, of course, he gets sent to the office.
"J, what happened?"
J's response? He doesn't know. Sticks out his fat bottom lip. Shrugs his shoulders. Smirks. And then gets 3 days of out of school suspension for being idiotic. This is after, of course, writing gang signs in the bathroom, attempting to feel up several of my girls in class, and turning in no homework so far this year. Bravo!
I give you P3: The Puncher.
P2....
Meanwhile, T is in the computer lab, bouncing around like a lab rat on a cocktail of cocaine and caffeine. Normal behavior for him-- running across the room with scizzors, screaming at the top of his lungs, thumping his head against the wall, making incredibly realistic fart noises etc. The kid is a GRAND MASTER at the art of being truly obnoxious.
Today, he decided to go for the category of "Shock and Awe." So, instead of being his usual annoying self (though, to be fair, the kid is totally brilliant, so I can't hate on him too much), he decided to go on the internet during his math class, sneak past all of the various protectors and find some PORN!
Which he then showed to the entire class. Before his teacher found out (luckily, I was not his teacher during this subject, or he would have been killed and eaten by the school's pet jaguar.).
The best part? The porn was decidedly man on man. Great job! Nothing like some good old fashioned gay porn to make one's day brighter!
T then spent the rest of the day in the office pestering the amazing secretaries. No word as of yet if he is going to serve any sort of punishment. Even though it was obvious that he was the mastermind behind the scheme, he had somehow signed on under someone elses name... and so, they can't "prove" it was him. Genius.
So, introducing P2 in the far left corner..... The Pornographer!
AND..... Entering the arena for the very first time.... P1!
15 minutes before detention ended, R and half of the detainees decided to give my friend and fellow teacher, Ms. K, a run for her money. "We have to go to the bathroom," they whined. She rolled her eyes. Think they can leave detention early? Think again. She told them they could wait the 15 minutes.
R decided this wasn't fair. He wasn't going to sit around and wait. It was whack that he was in detention ANYWAY. So, with the cheering of the 14 others....
R walked to the back of the room, and peed all over Ms. K's floor.
I shit you not. Pee the floor he did. To the joy of the class, who applauded madly, and the total horror of Ms. K.
I give you contender #1-- The Pisser.
(To shield their identities, I'm using only the first letter of each lovely darling's name. )
P3
J, my eternal shrugger (Doesn't know the answer. Sticks out his fat bottom lip. Shrugs his shoulders. Smirks. Rinse, and repeat.) decided today that it would be a really fantastic idea to wallop a kid right in the face! At lunch! The brilliance!
Now, granted, the punch-ee probably deserved it. He'd been verbally harassing one of my sweet students earlier in the day, J caught wind, and stuck up for his friend. POW! Right in the kisser. Then, of course, he gets sent to the office.
"J, what happened?"
J's response? He doesn't know. Sticks out his fat bottom lip. Shrugs his shoulders. Smirks. And then gets 3 days of out of school suspension for being idiotic. This is after, of course, writing gang signs in the bathroom, attempting to feel up several of my girls in class, and turning in no homework so far this year. Bravo!
I give you P3: The Puncher.
P2....
Meanwhile, T is in the computer lab, bouncing around like a lab rat on a cocktail of cocaine and caffeine. Normal behavior for him-- running across the room with scizzors, screaming at the top of his lungs, thumping his head against the wall, making incredibly realistic fart noises etc. The kid is a GRAND MASTER at the art of being truly obnoxious.
Today, he decided to go for the category of "Shock and Awe." So, instead of being his usual annoying self (though, to be fair, the kid is totally brilliant, so I can't hate on him too much), he decided to go on the internet during his math class, sneak past all of the various protectors and find some PORN!
Which he then showed to the entire class. Before his teacher found out (luckily, I was not his teacher during this subject, or he would have been killed and eaten by the school's pet jaguar.).
The best part? The porn was decidedly man on man. Great job! Nothing like some good old fashioned gay porn to make one's day brighter!
T then spent the rest of the day in the office pestering the amazing secretaries. No word as of yet if he is going to serve any sort of punishment. Even though it was obvious that he was the mastermind behind the scheme, he had somehow signed on under someone elses name... and so, they can't "prove" it was him. Genius.
So, introducing P2 in the far left corner..... The Pornographer!
AND..... Entering the arena for the very first time.... P1!
15 minutes before detention ended, R and half of the detainees decided to give my friend and fellow teacher, Ms. K, a run for her money. "We have to go to the bathroom," they whined. She rolled her eyes. Think they can leave detention early? Think again. She told them they could wait the 15 minutes.
R decided this wasn't fair. He wasn't going to sit around and wait. It was whack that he was in detention ANYWAY. So, with the cheering of the 14 others....
R walked to the back of the room, and peed all over Ms. K's floor.
I shit you not. Pee the floor he did. To the joy of the class, who applauded madly, and the total horror of Ms. K.
I give you contender #1-- The Pisser.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Stressed.
Glaze is better on ham than faces.
Yet, that's what I see... each morning. Glazed expressions. They're giving me nothing to work with. I don't know how to teach these kids math! I've done manipulatives, we've drawn and colored and explained and I've guided-guided-guided...and yet.... they still have no freaking clue what I'm talking about. 6 weeks later.
Is there something wrong with me? What can I do better?
Help! Help! Help!
Yet, that's what I see... each morning. Glazed expressions. They're giving me nothing to work with. I don't know how to teach these kids math! I've done manipulatives, we've drawn and colored and explained and I've guided-guided-guided...and yet.... they still have no freaking clue what I'm talking about. 6 weeks later.
Is there something wrong with me? What can I do better?
Help! Help! Help!
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Math can be, on occasion, hilarious.
Write them in!
Devin goes online and buys 2 movie tickets so he can take out this really cute 7th grader he saw in Miss J’s class. Each movie ticket costs $5.75. Then, he buys her a bouquet of roses costing $29.90 and two fancy shirts with puffed sleeves, each priced at $20.25. How much does Devin spend before going on his big date?
UPDATE: As we were reading this story problem (written after Devin had, indeed, been checking out a 7th grader who came to visit me and I called him on it), the 7th grade girl came in again and the whole class EXPLODED! Poor Devin just sat there, holding his face in his hands, but underneath, I could see an enormous grin. Unfortunately, Devin's not the only one with 7th grade girl aspirations....
Edgar ditches class and asks out a totally smokin’ 7th grade girl. She says she’ll only go out with him if he’ll buy her two tickets to see her favorite rap artist (Miss J, of course). Each ticket costs $18.50. She also wants three sparkly bracelets that each cost $23.25 and for him to get a haircut, which will cost $4.25.
If Edgar decides she’s worth it, how much will the girl cost him total?
If Edgar purchases everything at one store that has a 35% off sale, how much will he spend
With that amount, how much will the 35% off save him?
After the coupon, if that store has an 8% tax, what will his total be
UPDATE: This problem was given on a Thursday. Monday, Edgar came in... with a haircut. Thoughts, anybody?
4. Aaron is smart and knows that all the fabulous girls prefer brains to brawn, so he goes to the bookstore and buys seven books for $3.25 each. After reading them, he is even smarter and now can rely on his intelligence instead of his strength to try and impress other dude’s girlfriends. How much does Aaron spend?
UPDATE: Aaron apologized for threatening to beat up my man and taking me as his own. Good God.
Where's my Golden Lasso?
Is it a compliment that I ended up with the lowest of the low this year? I'm going to say "yes, yes it is." Because if not, I'm going to end up persuading myself that the principal hates my guts.
Demographics of my group:
18 ELL (English Language Learners) including....
4 monolingual
5 special ed, 2 tatted as possible SpEd candidates
Other classrooms include:
up to 6 ELL
up to 2 monolingual
1-2 special ed
AND to make matters even MORE fantastic... I am currently not allowed to tutor my kids after school. Isn't that great?! So, if I wanted to, I'd have to sneak them out Mission Impossible style armed with excuses as to why they are still at school ("I'm gonna tell her I just had really terrible diarrhea and was in the bathroom this long.") . I won't and I can't but... I wonder... what else is a girl to do?
Other than, of course, becoming Wonder Woman?
Demographics of my group:
18 ELL (English Language Learners) including....
4 monolingual
5 special ed, 2 tatted as possible SpEd candidates
Other classrooms include:
up to 6 ELL
up to 2 monolingual
1-2 special ed
AND to make matters even MORE fantastic... I am currently not allowed to tutor my kids after school. Isn't that great?! So, if I wanted to, I'd have to sneak them out Mission Impossible style armed with excuses as to why they are still at school ("I'm gonna tell her I just had really terrible diarrhea and was in the bathroom this long.") . I won't and I can't but... I wonder... what else is a girl to do?
Other than, of course, becoming Wonder Woman?
Monday, August 27, 2007
Plate Tectonics: Love Lost and Found
Well, the last rap was too high brow for my kids, so I decided to write something else that would be more at their level. But, what, exactly, is on the minds of 6th graders?
According to one note: "Hey, let's both get bathroom passes, then hang out till we meet some hot girls and ask them out."
Yep. Sounds about right.
Anyhow, since love seems to be the topic at hand, what better way to describe the movement of plate tectonics? Converging plates? Diverging plates? Laterally moving plates? Sounds JUST like young relationships to ME!
Now, to find the voice of an 11 year old..... Thinking insipid... thinking... horrible rhyming schemes.... GOT IT!
She:
Converging we come together
Earth is changing course forever
Mountains forming and I wonder
If this is love, then I hope it never
Fades from sight like silken rainbows
I see him, boom, boom my heart goes
A tingle sent straight down to my toes
Friends are all raising their eyebrows
So, throw me down to a volcano
Pele waits for me far below
Converging, always with me in tow
We’ll be together always I know.
He:
Ever since the day we met I’m
Breaking out into a cold sweat
Never having a peaceful moment
Always together, she’s never silent.
Love, love, love, its all that I hear
Sweet nothings whispered in my ear
Can’t wait to get her out of here
Go out with my boys when it’s clear
Let me divulge the divergent
Thoughts that I think and sentiment
Like the sea floor spreading sediment
She’s gotta go this very moment.
They:
Earthquake sliding them apart
Two different minds, one broken heart
What was so sweet is now so tart
A painted over piece of art
They see each other from a distance
She wonders if he ever misses
Her, he doesn’t need a missus
‘Fore he gets his driver’s license
Walk quickly avoiding glances
Always on these lateral dances
New girl on his arm, and she prances
On and on, so many new romances.
We'll try it out tomorrow.
According to one note: "Hey, let's both get bathroom passes, then hang out till we meet some hot girls and ask them out."
Yep. Sounds about right.
Anyhow, since love seems to be the topic at hand, what better way to describe the movement of plate tectonics? Converging plates? Diverging plates? Laterally moving plates? Sounds JUST like young relationships to ME!
Now, to find the voice of an 11 year old..... Thinking insipid... thinking... horrible rhyming schemes.... GOT IT!
She:
Converging we come together
Earth is changing course forever
Mountains forming and I wonder
If this is love, then I hope it never
Fades from sight like silken rainbows
I see him, boom, boom my heart goes
A tingle sent straight down to my toes
Friends are all raising their eyebrows
So, throw me down to a volcano
Pele waits for me far below
Converging, always with me in tow
We’ll be together always I know.
He:
Ever since the day we met I’m
Breaking out into a cold sweat
Never having a peaceful moment
Always together, she’s never silent.
Love, love, love, its all that I hear
Sweet nothings whispered in my ear
Can’t wait to get her out of here
Go out with my boys when it’s clear
Let me divulge the divergent
Thoughts that I think and sentiment
Like the sea floor spreading sediment
She’s gotta go this very moment.
They:
Earthquake sliding them apart
Two different minds, one broken heart
What was so sweet is now so tart
A painted over piece of art
They see each other from a distance
She wonders if he ever misses
Her, he doesn’t need a missus
‘Fore he gets his driver’s license
Walk quickly avoiding glances
Always on these lateral dances
New girl on his arm, and she prances
On and on, so many new romances.
We'll try it out tomorrow.
Ahh, the Smell of Prepubescent Love
Teeny, tiny, 6th grade boy: "What's your boyfriend do, Miss J?"
Me:"He's an artist."
Boy: "Yeah? You should have him come here one time, and when he does, I'll beat him up and take you for my own!"
Boys in group: Erupt with frantic, red-faced laughter.
Oh, dear sweet violets.
Taken from one journal entry.
"Miss J, you are the best. I wish I could see you every day. Even on Saturday and Sundays. Those days are sad without you."
From another journal entry.
"Well, Miss J. You don't totally suck."
Ahh, young love.
Me:"He's an artist."
Boy: "Yeah? You should have him come here one time, and when he does, I'll beat him up and take you for my own!"
Boys in group: Erupt with frantic, red-faced laughter.
Oh, dear sweet violets.
Taken from one journal entry.
"Miss J, you are the best. I wish I could see you every day. Even on Saturday and Sundays. Those days are sad without you."
From another journal entry.
"Well, Miss J. You don't totally suck."
Ahh, young love.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
On the Dot
I usually hate these stupid things, but they were so darn accurate...
You're Anne of Green Gables!
by L.M. Montgomery
Bright, chipper, vivid, but with the emotional fortitude of cottage
cheese, you make quite an impression on everyone you meet. You're impulsive, rash,
honest, and probably don't have a great relationship with your parents. People hurt
your feelings constantly, but your brazen honestly doesn't exactly treat others with
kid gloves. Ultimately, though, you win the hearts and minds of everyone that matters.
You spell your name with an E and you want everyone to know about it.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're a Gorilla!
Highly social and group-oriented, you like hanging out with the same
people constantly. Sleep is a big part of your daily
routine and you like to either make very loud noise or no noise at all. You have
more skills with language than most, however. One of your absolute favorite drinks
is hot cocoa.
Take the Animal Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're Madagascar!
Lots of people don't really know anything about you, making you
buried treasure of the rarest kind. You love nature, and could get lost in it
whenever possible. You're remote and exotic, and the few people who know you
value whatever they share with you a great deal. For some reason, you really
like the word "lemur".
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid
Monday, August 13, 2007
An Actual Conversation with a Parent on the First Day
"Good morning! Can I help you?"
"Yes. We are looking for the teacher."
"In 615? That's me. I'm Miss J. Welcome!"
"What? Oh no, sweetie! I thought you were the student helper! You can't be more than 17!"
"Ha. No, I'm 24. Not even my first year of teaching. Your son is in good hands, I promise."
"I thought you were an eighth grader!"
"Well, I'll be very happy to hear that again when I'm 40."
"Well, dear, if you're sure..."
"Yes. We are looking for the teacher."
"In 615? That's me. I'm Miss J. Welcome!"
"What? Oh no, sweetie! I thought you were the student helper! You can't be more than 17!"
"Ha. No, I'm 24. Not even my first year of teaching. Your son is in good hands, I promise."
"I thought you were an eighth grader!"
"Well, I'll be very happy to hear that again when I'm 40."
"Well, dear, if you're sure..."
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