Thursday, September 30, 2010

All About the Hair

Day 1: Hair down = No comment.

Day 2: Ponytail = You're wearing a ponytail.

Day 3: Up in a bun = Could you please stop changing your hair so much?!

Who knew they even noticed?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The New Kid

I had a kiddo who just started school after an extended summer break today. Glad to know that school is so important. Rrrr. His birthday was a couple days ago apparently and I hastily agreed to allow for birthday treats this afternoon. They arrived in the form of naked cupcakes with a huge bowl of runny icing, a can of whipped cream, and a handful of plastic knives. No one wanted to take the cupcakes my two frosters were trying to hand off dripping icing everywhere and the birthday boy was manning the whipped cream repeatedly asking if he could squirt some right into his mouth. Somehow I managed to hold it together and get them out the door. I was also proud to have kept my grin in check when birthday boy came to me to say the frosting bowl had spilled in the paper bag he was carrying everything home in. Oops! Sorry about that, Mom.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Summer's over people!

So I've decided to launch myself into/toward the frightful word of principal-ing. I spent the summer interning at summer school, which left me with about 3 1/2 days off. I quickly began to understand the complaints of those not adhering to a luxurious school schedule.

Apparently I'm a glutton for punishment because I decided not only to take on the role of principal intern in addition to full-time teaching, but to also uproot myself and change schools entirely. I'm proud to say that my biggest screw up so far was taking my class to lunch 10 minutes late. Whoops! Really, the kids didn't seem to mind at all.

My big complaint? Smelly markers!! Crayola, really??? Did you have to do this to me? The first day of school it was, "Ohhh, smell this one! (pass) It smells like ice cream! Yum! (pass) It does smell like ice cream!" The second day of school it was me saying, "Go to the bathroom and return with a skin-colored nose, please." The third day was me saying, "I'm thinking smelly markers might be turning into 'at home' markers." Not a happy teacher, Crayola.