I havent been feeling funny lately
I like feeling funny. I like when my silliness can make someone else laugh. It hasn't been happening lately though. I try to crack jokes in class and they just look at me. I tried to come up with crazy sentences for our spelling test and they didn't even blink. I need my girls. They always laugh at me. And. They make me laugh. Last Sunday? Two Sundays ago? We were all on the phone, three way calling each other. There were five of us by the time we figured out how to call without hanging up on each other. We talked forever and I laughed the whole time.
Today I had a story that I thought was pretty good. It had a little humor, a little grossness, a little embarrassment- the perfect combination. I told the story to Gary. Here is his response:
"ew."
I told the story to Sarah, who laughed the whole time I was talking and went on and on about how funny it was. Speaking of Sarah, I was wondering something aloud today and picked up my cell phone. A student said, "Why don't you call Sarah and ask her?" It really made me laugh to hear them mention her by name, as if they know her. They were witness to a phone call between us and now think she's their best friend, too. Which is understandable, we all want to be Sarah's BFF.
So here's the story:
I have some diggers in my class. I also have a cold. The diggers go at it whenever the urge strikes. I cough whenever the urge strikes. They aren't embarrassed by their digging. They don't try to hide it with an open book, or while pretending to look in their desks. Right in plain sight, for everyone to see, they just ram it up there and start digging for gold.
It's very distracting to watch. I find myself staring, in awe, while they look back at me with a bland expression on their faces, totally ignoring the finger rammed up a nose in between us. I try to casually mention that there are plenty of boxes of kleenex all around the room, and that anyone can get up whenever he or she likes to help themselves to one. They don't care. Who wants a tissue when a finger works so much better? Finally, I find that I have to call the student's attention to the nose picking to get it to stop. They always have the exact same expression on their faces when I do that. The expression says something like, "Why the heck did you just call my name and why is everyone looking at me? Couldn't you tell I was right in the middle of something and now you've ruined it???"
Anyway, today I had a coughing fit. Sometimes I cough so hard that my gag reflex sets in. Sometimes looking at nose picking makes me want to gag. When you throw it all in the bag you get something like this:
"OK class, cough, cough, please open your cough, gag, cough, books to page 52 gag, cough, gag so we can rrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllpppppppppppphhhhhhhhhh". OK, so I didn't really puke, but that's only because of my strong will and determination. You would have totally puked.
Today I had a story that I thought was pretty good. It had a little humor, a little grossness, a little embarrassment- the perfect combination. I told the story to Gary. Here is his response:
"ew."
I told the story to Sarah, who laughed the whole time I was talking and went on and on about how funny it was. Speaking of Sarah, I was wondering something aloud today and picked up my cell phone. A student said, "Why don't you call Sarah and ask her?" It really made me laugh to hear them mention her by name, as if they know her. They were witness to a phone call between us and now think she's their best friend, too. Which is understandable, we all want to be Sarah's BFF.
So here's the story:
I have some diggers in my class. I also have a cold. The diggers go at it whenever the urge strikes. I cough whenever the urge strikes. They aren't embarrassed by their digging. They don't try to hide it with an open book, or while pretending to look in their desks. Right in plain sight, for everyone to see, they just ram it up there and start digging for gold.
It's very distracting to watch. I find myself staring, in awe, while they look back at me with a bland expression on their faces, totally ignoring the finger rammed up a nose in between us. I try to casually mention that there are plenty of boxes of kleenex all around the room, and that anyone can get up whenever he or she likes to help themselves to one. They don't care. Who wants a tissue when a finger works so much better? Finally, I find that I have to call the student's attention to the nose picking to get it to stop. They always have the exact same expression on their faces when I do that. The expression says something like, "Why the heck did you just call my name and why is everyone looking at me? Couldn't you tell I was right in the middle of something and now you've ruined it???"
Anyway, today I had a coughing fit. Sometimes I cough so hard that my gag reflex sets in. Sometimes looking at nose picking makes me want to gag. When you throw it all in the bag you get something like this:
"OK class, cough, cough, please open your cough, gag, cough, books to page 52 gag, cough, gag so we can rrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllpppppppppppphhhhhhhhhh". OK, so I didn't really puke, but that's only because of my strong will and determination. You would have totally puked.
posted by Mrs.B at 5:58 PM
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