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.

Stuck

I had a little girl in science class that would sit and smile like the Cheshire Cat the entire time I was in front of the class. She also had a habit of raising her hand every few minutes to ask a question. And, every time I would call on her, she would grin even bigger and say, "Hi."

So one day I'm in the front of the room and there she sits, smiling big as ever with her hand in the air. As the year had progressed, I'd tell her to only raise her hand if she had an actual question, so I was ignoring her at first. (She was still learning that particular skill) As minutes passed and her hand remained in the air, I finally decided to address it.

"If I call on you, are you going to say Hi?" I asked her.

She grinned extra big and said, "Maybe..."

I took it in stride and kept going with the lesson. Her hand stayed in the air. Thinking I would help her take the hint, I told her to put her hand down.

After I got them all to working on something, a different little girl brought me up a note, saying it was from the first one.

"Is this going to say Hi?" I asked her again.

And again, she smiled extra big and said, "Maybe..."

Sighing, I opened the note. Here's what it said, verbatim:

"I'm stuck. Could you help me?"

I looked at her. "Are you stuck?"

She smiled again and nodded yes. Her foot had been caught between the bars on her desk the entire class.

I'm not completely sure if I'm the victim or the antagonist in this story. Any thoughts?