This Isn't the Place...

We were in class one day and I notice one of my little girls scribbling away on her notepad.  Since we were conducting an experiement that didn't require so much writing, I assumed she was writing a note to one of her buddies.

"Hey, put the note away or I'll read it to everyone." I told her.

She looked at me like I was an idiot and replied, "If I was going to write a note, I'd wait til I got to math class.  Duh."

I should probably tell the math teacher, but what fun would that be?   Besides, I have a hunch she knows already.

Back to the Future...

Kids today have a way of making you feel old, even if you don't feel it normally.

One day, one of my little boys brings up a box of sports cards.  "Will you watch these for me today so I don't lose them?" he asks.

My students always bring me stuff they don't want to lose.  I told him to put them in a certain spot that I could watch.  However, he wanted to be sure I understood the importance of his loot.

"Some of these are collectibles, and some are really old," he told me.  "Some of them are even from the 19's!"

Really, guy?  Really?

Guess that proves that my generation had the coolest stuff after all.

Cuppa Joes?

Sometimes kids come from homes where there's more people than a traditional family.  They may have cousins or uncles living with them for a while. 

One day, one of my little boys comes up to me and just stares for a moment.  Finally, I say, "Can I help you?"

He nods thoughtfully and says, "There's two Joe's at my house.  Big Joe and Little Joe."

"Ok," I replied.

"You're somewhere in the middle of my Joe's." he informed me.

So I'm officially in between Joes at the moment.

Sorry! Another Twin Story

Sorry for the delay, folks!  I got a new computer at school where I update and there have been some technical issues.  But, I'm back online now and will resume (hopefully) daily posting.

I have two sets of twins in my classes, all girls.  Luckily, I don't have them together in class.  Anyway, I have helpers  to pass stuff out for me during class.  My science is all hands-on, so we use a lot of materials sometimes.  Well, one day, I had half the class passing stuff out.  One twin passed out sugar for me (for an experiment on solubility, I swear) and the other twin passed out cups. 

Later in the day, we needed more sugar.  So I tell the twin I thought had passed out the sugar originally to give all the groups a little more sugar.  She yells, "Ok!" and jumps up.

Before she can get any farther, her twin sister jumps up and says, "Hey!  I passed out the sugar, she passed out the cups!" 

The first twin looks offended and says, "No, I passed out the sugar, YOU passed out the cups." 

Then, to the classes amazement, they begin a heated (as heated as two sixty pound girls can get while wearing more pink than a Barbie dreamhouse) argument about who passed out what.

I had to stop them.  "Girls, if you can't keep track, we don't have a prayer."  I had them both pass out sugar.  It was easier and saved lives.

Story Time

I have a set of twins in my class.  They are two little girls who are hilarious.  Both are very skinny, and one is talkative and the other is quiet.

At the end of class, I asked if anyone had anything to share.  One of the twins raised their hand.  I called on her and she proceeds to tell me about her kicking her sister out of thier mom's belly because, "She was in a hurry and pushed me out."  As she would stop talking, the other would chime in with a detail.

"Hold up," I said.  "Are you seriously telling me the story of your birth?"  This was a new one, and I thought that I'd heard everything.

"Yep," one of the twins confirmed.  Then they finished their story together about how big they were and how good they could kick and how their mom was SO glad to get them out.

I guess kids today DO have good memories.  And to be honest, I'd have stopped the story if I could have quit laughing.

News Flash

From Mrs. Routt:

NEWS FLASH….in 2nd grade math we have been working on place value (using base-10 pieces; bits, skinnies, and flats). We have worked on this since the first Monday of school.


Today, we were determining the number represented by the base-10 pieces shown…well I finally got a little boy to figure out the number. It was 106. So then I asked so “What is 100”? I said “with base-10 pieces—bits, skinnies, flats—what is 100”? He scratched his head as he always does when he is in deep thought (deep thought for him) and looked at my aide and I as serious as could be and said….”a big number”.

I couldn’t even do anymore after that. I thought I was going to die. LOL!!!!!!!



So, always remember that when asked “what is 100” that it is a “big number”.