There is quite a buzz around school now that the word is out that we're expecting. Apart from the constant name suggestions, a couple comments stand out as so funny/random that I feel they need to be shared:
Student 1: "You should name it Martin Luther King Jr."
Student 2: "um considering how famous he was, that would be...like...plagarism."
Forget about the racially offensive nature of naming a white baby after one of the greatest African American leaders of all time...this kid is just worried about plagarism. and that doesn't even make sense!
From one of the students in the previous conversation..."when it's born, you should put a beanie and glasses on it and send the picture to the whole school." what? WHY?
and my favorite from today:
"Can I be the baby's step dad?"
What this boy meant to say was "god-father" but instead said step dad and upon explaning that the only way that could happen was if we got married, he looked mortified while his friends made fun of him as only 8th grade boys can. I walked away laughing and immediately started this post.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
People = Pollution
We were talking in class today about the impact of overpopulation and I brought up that one of the problems caused by this tends to be an increase in pollution. While this probably spurred some critical thinking in most students, the only one who said anything out loud said the following:
"more people, more farts"
This is funny/wrong for so many reasons. As if human farts actually contribute to air pollution. As if a boy should say this in a class with his female teacher! As if this should EVER be said out loud in class!
After my classic "that's inappropriate" comment and painfully long teacher stare, I had to turn around and laugh to myself.
more farts. geeze.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The Difference Between Boys and Girls
I'm back and I promise to try to be more regular in my blogging. I am sure I will have no shortage of funny stories with this bunch of students!
Beyond the obvious body part differences between boys and girls, I've discovered in the last two weeks of teaching single gender classes, that boys and girls are different in almost every way. I feel as though I can best express this through the responses I got upon announcing I was 3 months pregnant.
1st block girls class- After a big lead in, I say "I'm going to have a baby" and they scream, clap, a few even jumped out of their seats. Each then proceeds to tell me I should name the baby after them. I laugh to myself thinking how some names I've liked in years previous are now forever off limits to me because I'd be afraid my kid might turn out those students.
2nd block boys class- After NO lead in, I say "I'm pregnant" and they are silent except for one boy who asks if I'd been craving pickles and ice cream.
8th grade girls lunch table- After yet another dramatic lead in, I annouce the upcoming real baby (I say real baby because these girls had me give birth to a pretend baby named Willis last year) and the girls scream, freak out, jump up and hug me. Word travels to the other two tables full of 8th grade girls and a similar scene occurs.
8th grade boys lunch table- Upon hearing all the screaming and fan fare, the nearest boys table asks what the commotion is about. I say "I'm having a baby" and the boys response? "oh, neat."
Beyond the obvious body part differences between boys and girls, I've discovered in the last two weeks of teaching single gender classes, that boys and girls are different in almost every way. I feel as though I can best express this through the responses I got upon announcing I was 3 months pregnant.
1st block girls class- After a big lead in, I say "I'm going to have a baby" and they scream, clap, a few even jumped out of their seats. Each then proceeds to tell me I should name the baby after them. I laugh to myself thinking how some names I've liked in years previous are now forever off limits to me because I'd be afraid my kid might turn out those students.
2nd block boys class- After NO lead in, I say "I'm pregnant" and they are silent except for one boy who asks if I'd been craving pickles and ice cream.
8th grade girls lunch table- After yet another dramatic lead in, I annouce the upcoming real baby (I say real baby because these girls had me give birth to a pretend baby named Willis last year) and the girls scream, freak out, jump up and hug me. Word travels to the other two tables full of 8th grade girls and a similar scene occurs.
8th grade boys lunch table- Upon hearing all the screaming and fan fare, the nearest boys table asks what the commotion is about. I say "I'm having a baby" and the boys response? "oh, neat."
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