Tuesday, January 26, 2010

What a child told me

One of my students just informed me, "You're not magic anymore. And you're not cool."

After six hours of pouring snow, the same child left his desk to stare out the window for five solid minutes. At the end of this time, he whirled around, slapped his hands to his cheeks, and screamed, "Dear God Jesus! It's finally snowing!"

During a refusal to come to his desk, he informed me that his imaginary friend wouldn't let him work. I asked him to tell his imaginary friend that his teacher needed him at his desk. He stared at me for a full minute -- so help me, unblinking -- and then said, "Uh, Miss Dooley? He's imaginary?"

Feeling quite foolish, I replied, "Well, that's why I need you to tell him for me. Because he can't hear me."

He sat down slowly, shaking his head in wonder. "He gots ears ..." he muttered under his breath.

7 comments:

Jonathon Arntson said...

I cannot wait to hold a book writing by you in my hands.

Heather Kelly said...

*laughing too hard to comment*

wordwranglernc said...

i hope this is in one of your books. too funny not to be! :)

bettielee said...

This is absolutely hysterical....

Mary Witzl said...

You definitely have a lot of material to draw from there! And the one good thing about your job is that at least you can understand what your students say. (Though perhaps that isn't always an advantage...?)

Cynthia Chapman Willis said...

This is fantastic! Hilarious! Many thanks!

sally apokedak said...

Hi, I came over from the Blueboards. Hysterical blog!