Hmmm...

Last week I had this conversation with my co-teacher (another adult in a co-teach class for special education students--the ones that get their tests read to them, get extra time on tests, have ADHD, are emotionally disturbed, have dyslexia, etc etc.)

Him: So, E is pregnant.

Me: What?? I thought she was a lesbian.

Him: Yeah, me too.

Me: Like, hardcore lesbian.

Him: I know! When she told me I said, "What the he**!" Maybe she's confused about her sexual orientation.

Me: Maybe she didn't know what "lesbian" meant when she announced to the class that she was one.

Theme song

The other day we were driving and listening to music when Rage's song "Killing in the Name" came on. Towards the end of the song Crystal looked at me and instead of asking to change the song stated "This could have been my childhood theme song"

Unfortunately I think it extended past childhood.

Operation train wife = fail.

Ahoy, Matey's!

One of my students today was confused about a grade on and English paper. He made the mistake of letting a peer read the funny parts to the class:

"When the character finally mated his adventure, he looked back on all he had done."

"Being mated with the ordeal was a great feeling for the main character and his family."

What a difficult way to find that "mate" doesn't mean "to finish" in quite the way he was thinking.

I'm happy

that my Dad got to do this for one of his daughters.

Not true!

True Story

C is a sophomore who still flirts like a 3rd grader--she pulls hair, punches, says rude things, and GIGGLES entirely too much.

On several occasions I have said, "C--that's no way to get a boyfriend."

Today, C was flirting with Z. She picked up his binder and threw it on the ground. She stole his pencil. She giggled when he got mad about the binder. She asked to go to the bathroom, and on the way out the door she pulled Z's hair.

When she knocked to get back inside the classroom, Z didn't want to let her in. I told him to just tell her that he wasn't interested.

She came back in the room, sat down, and squirted Z with a water bottle. Z yelled, quite loudly, "C! Stop it! I don't like you like that! Leave me alone!"

So C got up, walked over, and pushed Z and his desk right over.

Today in Class

"Mrs. Jensen! You're almost as nice as my mom....and she's really mean."

And while grading papers: 21-1=2

The 1 just falls off, people.