Monthly Archives: January 2016

One of the Looks Teachers Give

I created this meme using a screen shot of Bugs Bunny. He is my favorite philosopher who said, “Don’t take life so seriously; you’ll never make it out alive.” Good food for thought.

Bugs Bunny Meme.jpg

RLT

Sweetie Runs Away

A student I have recently christened Sweetie brought his homework to the library during check out time. I found his work and picked it up. I was seated with a different student I’ll call my back-up and waited for Sweetie to discover the “theft.” Soon enough, he glanced my direction just as I slid the papers to the side of the table. I invited him to come and sit with me and my little enforcer.

“Why would your assignment need to come to the library?” No response was forthcoming but a charming smile. Bingo!

“I brought it to work on it.” My enforcer began to chuckle silently covering the smile with his hand as he attempted to read his book.

“Look around you. What do you see?” By this time, the tables held students engaged in the joyful pastime of reading silently.

“People reading.”

“Right! Now, why on earth would you need to bring this?” I waved the papers in my right hand and moved the pencil out of his range with my left. I turned to my enforcer and commented, “We’re both curious. Why would you bring your vocabulary if you knew we would be in the library checking out books? By the way, Enforcer (name withheld), don’t way the magic word that keeps me in check.” Sweetie looked at me but had no response other than the return of that engaging grin.

Sweetie’s science teacher happened by the library as we prepared to depart and saw some of our interaction and mentioned it to him. As we left the library, I felt the need to have a one-inch conversation with Sweetie. I draped my arm around his shoulders and whispered in his left ear. He scooted back to class in record time, so it must have been something I said. Hmm.

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Shug!

I have a new focus this week. I found him yesterday, and I call him “Shug.” Be sure to draw out that long vowel sound for maximum effect. “Shug” has a mobile phone, and it dinged in class during first period as I was distributing quizzes to my class. He turned it over to me per school policy. Later during our teaming, I asked for him to come to my class for our homeroom time so that I could get him caught up on his missing work. I acted overjoyed to see him arrive in my classroom yesterday in the afternoon and promptly seated him close to my work station for proximity control.

Shug will be a heartbreaker once he reaches manhood. It is a fact. It is also a fact that I am immune to these miniature ladykillers who attempt to get past me with their boyish good looks. I tell them, “I am immune, immovable, and immortal. Try it on a twelve year old girl” in such a sweet manner that they realize the jig is up.

I monitored my students and expect them to work without me reminding them. They don’t get to sit idle when homework needs completing. Some crazy, earsplitting noise broke the silence, and my eyes met the sparkling brown eyes of my young charge. I sat next to him and watched him up close and personal.

During his work time, Shug made the mistake of exclaiming, “Oh, man!”

“I am a beautiful woman. Don’t ever forget it.” He lowered his head, smiled, and resumed work in a decidedly subdued manner (for him anyway). “Saying, ‘Oh, woman’ is not appropriate either. I am the beautiful woman who is staring at you while you work, Shug.

“Yes, you ought to turn red over that one.” He did not because he is already used to females watching him. I do like this young man who pays attention to everything else going on around him, moves with a constant frenetic energy, and is blessed with a bass voice that can not whisper. “I will come to your wedding and call you ‘Shug’ in front of your little wife,” I smiled. For some reason, he departed my room rapidly. I guess he did not want my undivided attention after all.

Today, Shug came back to visit me during homeroom. He worked diligently on his math homework but let out some other screeching noise that attracted my notice. I invited him to remain after school making as much noise as he wanted. One of my little artistic girls who I will call “Wolf Girl” witnessed the noise production and left shaking her head as Shug darted out the door. Boo hoo, abandoned again.

Wolf Girl loves drawing. It is so ingrained in her blood that she cannot help doodling in her workbook while still paying attention. Wolf Girl does not comprehend the word simple in regards to sketches or art work. I should give up trying to teach her the meaning, but I remind her every time we have a creative twist on an assignment.

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His Name is Puhn-KIN

I found a new inroad to Manchild this week. He doesn’t like to leave my classroom. Just when he reaches the limit of off-task behavior that will get him kicked out, and I give him the option of staying in my room or going to the in-school suspension room, he always chooses to stay with me. I have no explanation except I’ve figured out that he cares about me and my opinion despite his bravado. He does not lose his mind and cause a scene. He may be angry, but he hasn’t shown me the explosive side of his personality since September.

Because I maintain a tight ship, I can’t just flip the switch and be cuddly, fuzzy with him, so I adopted a sugary sweet high-pitched tone and called him “Puhn-KIN” when he came to my homeroom to complete an unfinished assignment. When he attempted to leave my room to go to another teacher (and probably roam the hallways), I gave him the option of studying for his retake for me.  He again suggested leaving my room. “No, I don’t want my Punkin to leave me.” Manchild had that little smile on his face, and I knew that I had him. I made him stay and review his flashcards. For the first go ’round through the cards, he was seated at the table where assigned. Manchild again expressed  a desire to leave my presence. I gave him the option of reviewing the flash cards either in his seat or in the plank position on the carpet.  I sat on the floor right in front of him flipping the cards at a rapid pace. No, he didn’t hold position longer than 10-15 seconds at any given time. When he finished reviewing and asked to sit in his chair again, I cooed, “Hims* so happy to stay with me!”

Now when he gets out of line, I may drag out the moniker “Punkin” just to break the vicious cycle of defiance and compliance that is my relationship with my Manchild.

RLT

*Yes, I realize that I used the wrong pronoun with Punkin; however, it was done with love in a tongue-in-cheek manner.

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