So when Paola asked to use the restroom, I did my traditional, "Well who's your favorite teacher?" routine.
"You," she sighed.
"Why?" I again asked. Usually the acceptable answers are "Because you're awesome/handsome/cool/a ladies man (a weird recent addition from Jaela)."
However, Paola decides to take another tack. "Because . . .faith made it that way."
Elementary kids in Brooklyn say the dangedest things
Showing posts with label Jaela. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaela. Show all posts
Monday, December 21, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The Bet
So I was talking with Paola about how some people can't seem to stop doing certain things. She mentioned CBR. Comic Book Resources is a website I frequent, especially during lunch when some of the kids come up to hang out. She bets me I can't stay away. So we start talking and we make an official bet.
For three weeks I cannot visit CBR or its blog counterpart, Comics Should Be Good. if I fail I have to cook or buy a meal for Paola and her friends Maylene and Jaela. But if I go three weeks without (even at home during the vacation) they have to do everything I say without question for two weeks, up to and including cooking for me while they're at home and bringing it in the next day.
So we'll see. I honestly think I'll lose.
For three weeks I cannot visit CBR or its blog counterpart, Comics Should Be Good. if I fail I have to cook or buy a meal for Paola and her friends Maylene and Jaela. But if I go three weeks without (even at home during the vacation) they have to do everything I say without question for two weeks, up to and including cooking for me while they're at home and bringing it in the next day.
So we'll see. I honestly think I'll lose.
Friday, October 30, 2009
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.
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.
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