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Last night I ended up getting into a heated argument/debate with my roommate in the middle of my kitchen, and even now I am having a hard time being able to let it go. Everything started when I was talking about previous students and my roommate asked which of my kids were “the ones I hated, the blacks or the Mexicans?” (the school I worked at was 60/40 Hispanic/African-American on...
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I'm so cool
Me: Oh, Scott wants to play Scrabble with me!
Roommate: Like a date?
Me: No! Like on the internet.
Roommate: It's Saturday night.
(I take a deep breath with my hand on my side)
Student 1: (to Student 2) I know why she did that!
Student 2: She thinks you're pregnant.
Me: When would I have time to be pregnant?!
(2 minutes pass)
Me: Wait, do I look pregnant?
I don't remember being this bold.
At dismissal today:
Student 1: Ms. Huber, would you go on a date with Gabriel? (Gabriel was sitting right next to him)
Me: Ew, inappropriate.
The charm of a 7th grade boy
(I am wearing a yellow and gray striped cardigan)
Student 1: Ms Huber, you look like a bumblebee!
Student 2: Dude! You just told her she looks like a bee!
Student 1: What? It's a compliment.
Hey, my class matters!
At my students’ soccer game this evening, the one and only goal of the entire game was scored by one of my 8th graders. He wasn’t able to play in the last game (that they lost) because he didn’t have a passing grade in my class. Maybe now he’ll do his homework on time!
Teachers can wear real clothes?
(At my student's soccer game)
Me: hey, *student's name*
Student: Woah! You scared me! What are you doing here?
Me: I'm here to cheer on the soccer team
Student: What are you wearing? You look normal. Can I borrow your jacket, it's really cool
5 days down, 185 to go!
The first week of running my own classroom is now officially over, and I am exhausted. The kids are so out of control that I have left every night with a sore throat and one of the other 6-8 grade teachers has completely lost her voice as of Tuesday. I feel terrible. I never yell at kids, but I have yet to find a way to get them to stop talking so I can actually teach them. Don’t get me...