LOLZ...{Brought to you by my ridiculous students}

Teaching.  The most stressful, exhausting, time-consuming career.  On pen and paper, teaching looks like one of the least desirable jobs out there.  However, what you don't get from that is the pure joy that students bring into your life.  I could write a whole long blog post about how fun it is to come up with creative lessons that your students love or about the feeling of success when a child finally grasps a difficult concept or how you want to cry happy tears when you see just how sweet kids can be to those in need, but this is merely about the funnies.  It's about those times when it takes everything in me to keep a straight face and to hold my giggles until I can properly let them out away from the chillins!

A Sampling of my Daily Joys

A first grader raises his hand during individual work time.  I walk over to help the lad, and am quickly reminded that six year olds are usually off in la-la land.  
Boy: "Is it your birthday today?"
Me: "Um, no.  It was three months ago."
Boy: "Can we pretend it's your birthday today?"
Me: "No."
Boy: "Pleaseeee??"
Me (quite curious at this point): "Why?"
Boy: "Cuz on your birthday, you get birthday spankins!"
Me: "Uh...."
Boy: "I just wanna spank you!"
Me: "Get back to work."

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Me: "King Henry III had a problem at this point.  What was it?"

Fifth grade boy: "Well, he's pretty ugly.  I'm thinking he couldn't find a girl."

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Me: "Class, let's review what we learned yesterday.  What happened when the balloon was rubbed on Sally's head?"

Student 1: "It made her hair stick up."

Me: "Exactly!  Why did this happen?  What happened with the electrons?"

--Crickets--

Me: "Guys, you know this!  The electrons were no longer...?"

--Crickets--  

Me: "What is the B-word I'm thinking of??"

Student 2, who had previously been doodling and was seemingly in his own world, stands up and announces: "THE B-WORD?!? BUT I CAN'T SAY THE B-WORD!"

Me: "Balance, kids, balance."  {hangs head in defeat}

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While on recess duty before school starts, I witness a second grader sprinting after a wall ball, which was rapidly bouncing into the "big kid" part of the playground.  

I merely hear: "I REGRET NOTHINGGGGGGG!"

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Male Student (Fifth grade):  "I like you even if you are ugly,  Miss Abriel!" {said in a completely innocent and sweet way.  After further prompting, I figured out that what he was trying to say was that he would like me even if I *was* ugly.  Thus we discover the importance of one word.}

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Male Student (Fifth grade): "Miss Abriel, do you and Michael make out?"

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Yes, people, this is real life.  I love my job.