Bram: Slenderman can kill you.
Me: Slenderman?! Who told you about Slenderman?!
Bram: Nobody.
….looks like I’m not sleeping tonight.
I’ve been really sick for the past…month, really (thanks for sneezing in my face, Kindergarten!). Today I went to see a new doctor and I was filling out the new patient forms. One of the questions was, “Are you physically active? If yes, explain.” I simply wrote, “Yes — I work in Kindergarten.”
I came home from school early today because of a dentist appointment, checked my computer, and saw the news about the shooting at the elementary school in Connecticut.
I then went back to school to finish the day, knowing that this could have happened at my school, could have been my students. This could have been Kelly and Eddie and Connor and Bram, gone. These students were students just like mine, students who mean the world to their teachers and parents and friends. Each and every one of my kids has become so important to me and my own well being. Often I think I care more about them than about me. And this could have happened to my school, to my students.
I don’t know what else to say. I am overcome with sadness.
Sending love to all the teachers, parents, and students, everywhere.
Kelly’d.
We had indoor recess today because of the rain, which meant the kids got to play with toys/draw/etc. As I was cleaning up the mess that was the arts table, I found this piece of paper with “Bellam Poellam” written on it. For those who don’t know, “bellam puellam” would mean “pretty girl” in Latin (in the accusative). I found out who wrote it, asked her why, and she said she had no idea, she was just writing random letters.
My theory? She’s a medium. Vergil is communicating from the afterlife. COOL!
For the past week or so we’ve been doing a unit about Native Americans in Kindergarten. A volunteer, Luke, came in on Friday while the kids were coloring their Pilgrims and Indians.
Connor: Hey, Luke! Look, we’re making Indians!
Luke: Wow! Do you know another word for ‘Indian’?
Connor: Uh….Tortilla?
Luke: …good guess! But that’s a Mexican food…
Me: Hey Steph, I mean, Paul, can you hold the door?
Bram: You called Paul Steph?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WOMAN?!
Once a week in Kindergarten we go to computer lab, where the kids need to log in with a username and password. I noticed today that Kelly’s username is “Kellyd”.
So, I decided that to get “Kelly’d” is to be on the receiving end of Kelly’s shenanigans.
For example:
If you spent the morning searching the pockets and backpack of a hysterical Kelly for her $5 for the book fair, only to find out that she gave it to another friend to hold, you just got kelly’d.
If you spend each lunch time answering questions like “how many fake teeth do you got?” and “do you even have a mom?”, you seriously got kelly’d.
Brb, pitching a TV show to Ashton Kutcher.
Eddie: *to me* You have beautiful green eyeballs!
You sure know how to charm a lady, Eddie.
Today we were all engrossed in morning meeting when:
Kelly: *turns around to face me* If I was a cat in real life, I’d be eating dirt. *turns back around*