Special Bonus Weekend Update

As I was relaxing, and getting ready for Halloween weekend I went to check my email. There on my "g-chat" list was a student who found my email address recently. Her "status"? . . ."anime rockz."

I create nerds.

Flatulence Friday: Ground Zero

One day a couple years ago, some of my students all started mumbling and giggling during reading. I went over to reprimand them. "What's the problem?" I started.

"SOMEBODY LET A STINK BOMB!" one kid literally screamed.

"IT SMELLS LIKE CHEESE AND EGGS!" another confirmed.

Trying to quash this outburst, I snapped, "It couldn't possibly be that--" and that's when I got within range of the fart. "OH GOD!" I blurted involuntarily. "Oh, man, you're right, it does . . .what do you kids EAT in the morning?"

Sorry about this week

I didn't update this week, and I deeply apologize. One day my partner was absent, the next I was at a conference in the city . . .weird stuff happens when you teach. But I just got a good one!

We're sitting around for independent reading, and Jaela, a spunky little cutie, says, "Mr. Rice, do you know what I'm reading?"

"What?"

"YOUR MIND." And then she gives me a look with one eye.

Flatulence Friday: The Final Countdown

Earlier this week the class was involved in some group work, which involved some talking to each other. When this happens and I need their attention, I count backward from five to give them ample time to refocus. Well, this time I finished counting as everyone was getting quiet, but right after saying "One, zero," Mark stood up and let one rip loudly.

I couldn't help but laugh.

My bad

So I was teaching a math lesson today on geometry. Never my greatest subject . . .and I got totally flustered with this new way of doing it. I realized I'd made a mistake and corrected myself.

Nasir blurted out, "Good job confusing little kids!"

Ooops

I was removing my sweater because the class got too hot. Unfortunately, my button-down came up with it briefly, causing Jeff (among others) much distress.

"I saw nipples!"

"Why were you looking?" I asked.

"HE WAS LOOKING FOR MILK!" Nasir screamed across the room.

Sigh.

Oh, it's on.

On Friday, Jeffrey wrote us a note in Mets' colors saying "Mets Suck." I responded with a note saying "The Yankees are overpaid crybaby juicers and an embarrassment to baseball."

Jeffrey's responce came today:

Dear: Weezer you are a stinking band And it suck you bunch of ugly juicers and wack songs And your things smell like hippo but

Dude, you don't tell a nerd that Weezer sucks.