Sometimes It's Better to Laugh . . .
Yesterday I was sitting in my classroom with my kids and just had to laugh, what else can you do?
After lunch yesterday, my class was working on a sorting page. There's a list of 12-15 words that we were supposed to sort into 3 different grocery departments. So I am showing one of my girls that if she would cross out the words as she sorts them . . . it would get easier as she goes along. So I get her started and turn to the girl on my left to get her focused and when I turn back, I realize the girl on my right has erased the words I crossed out, and recrossed them out- because the way I did it was . . . not according to her standards? Who knows. So I watch her for a minute, really absorbing the fact that she is that particular about crossing out words in a list. Meanwhile, I notice that the girl on the left has started sniffing me. That's a new one. My kids don't usually sniff me. So I look at her and I say, "What are you doing?" She responds, "I was trying to get your attention so you'd know I answered that question and need help with the next one." In my head I thought- you certainly acheived that goal- but mostly because you were sniffing me. Not once did I notice you had completed your problem. Out loud I said, "Well- I am glad you're done with your problem, but will you please not sniff me?" Suddenly boy across from me says, "Mrs. Kate Latta, I am sorry. I passed gas." So I laughed because a) I am immature and gas is still funny to me b) The Sniffer probably would have been able to tell that in just a minute.
After lunch yesterday, my class was working on a sorting page. There's a list of 12-15 words that we were supposed to sort into 3 different grocery departments. So I am showing one of my girls that if she would cross out the words as she sorts them . . . it would get easier as she goes along. So I get her started and turn to the girl on my left to get her focused and when I turn back, I realize the girl on my right has erased the words I crossed out, and recrossed them out- because the way I did it was . . . not according to her standards? Who knows. So I watch her for a minute, really absorbing the fact that she is that particular about crossing out words in a list. Meanwhile, I notice that the girl on the left has started sniffing me. That's a new one. My kids don't usually sniff me. So I look at her and I say, "What are you doing?" She responds, "I was trying to get your attention so you'd know I answered that question and need help with the next one." In my head I thought- you certainly acheived that goal- but mostly because you were sniffing me. Not once did I notice you had completed your problem. Out loud I said, "Well- I am glad you're done with your problem, but will you please not sniff me?" Suddenly boy across from me says, "Mrs. Kate Latta, I am sorry. I passed gas." So I laughed because a) I am immature and gas is still funny to me b) The Sniffer probably would have been able to tell that in just a minute.
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