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“He was a Human.”
I took copious notes at “Back to School Night” at my daughter Lydia’s school. She’s in second grade. I didn’t take notes on what the teacher said. Instead, I copied the words of the prophets scrawled on the lined paper stapled to the wall. These words were supported by impossible-to-reproduce glyphs and diagrams. The spelling was sublime.
For your edumacation:
Do not spit on electrical things–Pat N.
My feeling is sad because of a mustard attack—Lydia
How Do We Use Math?:
1) I cut up my waffles—Thomas C.
2) Thought about head size*—Lydia
3) Watching the time—Linnea
My feeling is happy. Last summer I was cutting a bush. Sumbutty was in the bush. It was Willam H. He was a human. He was digging a hole. He was pertected by a piece of wood. I was happy because I did’t cut him.—Pat N.
My name is Lydia and I am 7. My very, very favorit food is pasta because I can put chesse on it. Turquz is so, so prity. I have two OLDER sisters aaaaaa! I will play socer!!! And I Love my banana bike. I H wen people make fun of peopel and I am funny.–Lydia
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Notice: Henceforth Pat N. shall be referred to only as Baba Pat N.
*Perhaps her old man’s?
Vanks
September 30, 2006 at 1:05 am
Oh, MAN! Isn’t open house a TRIP?!?
Beanie is in 2nd grade, too. Her teacher this year is an impossibly tall man who runs his class like a basketball team, and I just love it. Beanie came home from school after the first week and said “Mommy, you’re really gonna like my teacher. He doesn’t stand for ANY nonsense!” My kinda guy.
So, Open House. I’m sitting at Beanie’s desk (in the tiny chair with the split-open tennis balls on the feet to reduce noise and floor damage) watching a video Mr. Too-Tall put together for the parents. In it, he introduced all the kids, showed us a representation of what their school days look like (including impromptu push-ups), and generally succeeded in making everyone laugh. He’s a much more energetic personality than Punkin’s teacher. I mean, Mrs. Fourth-Grade is nice and all, but her class doesn’t do impropmtu push-ups.
When I got home from the open house, I went in to smooch nearly-sleeping babies goodnight. They asked me if I’d seen all their stuff, if I’d read the notes they left for me, and if I wrote them notes in reply. Then I turned to Beanie and asked, “SO! Just how many times a day do you get to say “BOO-YA!!”
“Oh, ALL the time,” she said.
I envy this kid her second grade experience.
September 30, 2006 at 1:33 am
I envy the both of you, Mrs C! I asked Lydia’s teacher a question during her presentation at Back to School Night, and she made me fee stupid for asking a question. Shouldn’t she, as a second grade teacher, be congenitally incapable of such a thing, no matter how stupid the question?
Lydia says her teacher is “Bubbly.”
Yep.
And isn’t Baba Pat N.’s Parable of the Bush right out of Hieronymus Bosch?
September 30, 2006 at 1:42 pm
Yes - as a second grade teacher, Ms. Haughty SHOULD be genetically incapable of making anyone feel stupid for asking a question. I’m sorry that she did that to you - you TOTALLY should have called her on it. And then given her a hearty and enthusiastic “BOO-YA!”
I do have to agree that not spitting on electrical things is a very wise bit of truism for our times, though I had to do a Google search for Hieronymus Bosch before I got the connection to art. I dig that you see the world in pictures. Keep teaching me how to do that, please.
September 30, 2006 at 2:20 pm
Thanks vanks. I miss being in regular contact with this age group. It feeds me when I am. I follow them around with a pen too. They make up words. My son once said, combining two words…”Want to huggle?” Irresistable!
September 30, 2006 at 7:00 pm
huggle’s not a real word??? dammit.
gorgeous. thank you for the smiles.