Valentine's Day (Observed)

1) I didn't have a camera. And...
2) I don't post pictures of kids or classrooms on this blog, but...

I wish you could see this kid's face! I was subbing in a 4/5 blend today - Valentine's Day (observed) for the schools of Salem (and probably everyone else too I guess). Well, it probably goes without saying that we had a Valentine's party at (blessedly) the end of the day. The kids eagerly tore into their Valentine boxes and marveled at the treasure-trove of candies and sweets that greeted them. On boy in particular decided at some point that his new purpose in life was to consume as many candy treats as he could in the course of the 30 minutes we had for our party. He made a valiant effort, and by the time I became aware of his quest, he had devoured at least 6 "Fun Dips" treats. Let me describe a "Fun Dips" for you: hard sugar candy stick which the child shall lick and then dip into a packet of tart, brightly-colored sugar powder. Eat and enjoy. Well, the Fun Dips said boy had eaten were all a lovely shade of green or blue...therefore his thumb and index finger (where he grasped the sugar stick) , his lips, his teeth, his tongue, and yes, it even seemed the very shadows of his mouth were transformed to a mottled shade of neon green and blue. Combine this with his manic grin and over-dilated pupils (surely caused by the sugar high he was experiencing) and he was quite the sight. At one point another student proclaimed to me that he had eaten 8 (!) of "those things" and I should tell him to stop. To which I replied, "I don't care what he eats, in 5 minutes he's not my responsibility anymore!" The rest of them showed a little more restrain and probably won't be slipping into a sugar coma tonight.

And as if this blog wasn't funny enough (at least I hope you're laughing) - I've got another tale for you! Earlier in the day I was supervising the class while they worked on various projects. I had the schedule from the teacher up front with me, which she had signed with her full name. A girl came up to me as some point and started looking at the schedule. She saw the name on the sheet and read it out loud asking, "Who's that?" To which I replied, "Your teacher." She then quipped back (in all seriousness I believe) as she walked away, "No it's not, her name is Mrs.!"