I like to think I'm charming. (Easily distracted...spontaneous...talkative...they're charms, right?)

I like to think that I am someone who marches to the beat of her own drum.  I have certain, well, let’s call them charms, and although they serve me well as an adult they provided my parents with many headaches when I was young. I think I might have been called a spirited/challenging child.

I remember one day in middle school algebra, our teacher, Mr. Shaffer, discovered I was reading a novel behind my math book while he was teaching a very important lesson on, um, well, math!  (I was so engrossed in Nancy Drew’s latest adventure that I couldn’t possibly wait until I got home to finish it.) Upon this discovery, I learned that he could throw a mean eraser, and actually hit a book inside a book from the whole way across the room!  (He was mighty talented.)   I also recall spending that class period, and many more that year, in the hall.  In fact, I planned and performed many “shows” for the class outside the room as they were inside “learning”. 

I also recall a similar incident from my fourth grade classroom in Catalina Isle, Florida.  We were studying the life cycle of plants, and our teacher wrote the word photosynthesis on the board.  I immediately noticed that she had misspelled the word.  (I learned it while attending kindergarten in Nice, France.  Don’t tell me HOW I remembered such a word, but apparently I did.)  When I tried to correct her, in my most helpful way, she immediately kicked me out of class, and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the hall.

One of the constants through these school years was the fact that no matter how many mistakes I made, and no matter how many punishments I had to endure, I still managed to LOVE school.

I’ve come to realize that the reason that I love teaching, and particularly the challenging students, is because I was one myself.   I never stopped talking, was always interested in what little Mary or Little Johnny was doing, and could not for the LIFE of me sit still.   In fact, for six years straight my teachers would say “If D. would talk less and study more her grades would be phenomenal.”  (Okay, I might have embellished the last part, but the FIRST part was always the same.)

Fortunately for me, in kindergarten we talk constantly!  The teachers talk, the children talk, and usually it’s all at the same time.  However, the adorable part about the kids talking is that they have their own language, and a kindergarten teacher is fluent in what we call kindergartenese.   So, with this school year but a memory, I’d like to leave you with the most recent installment in our kindergartenese manual.  (Swallow that coffee.)

“Mrs. Smythe, they are still working struction on the pool.”
“My brother congratulated from preschool yesterday.”
“Can I go get some Bweakfix?”
“My favowite food is basketti.”
“My mom uses pukons when we go to the store.” (I think that one MIGHT be coupons…)
“Lasternight I went to Pizza Hut. Or maybe lasterday. “
“I think my furchina is itchy.”
“My mom says my fork and spoon are my youpencils”
“I got a new baiting suit!”

Now, pass the sunscreen, find the cabana boy and let me put my feet up.  I’ve got to rest up for next month, cause I've got some serious unpacking to do. 

(Oh sure, it's a repost, but we're still recovering from Sassy's appendectomy, more trips to D.C., and my project called "Say Yes to Everything".  And THAT is what the pic at the top is for.  Frankly, it's disausting.) 


ChiTown Girl said...

Repost or not, it's still funny. =)

Your label made me giggle, by the way. Good luck with that! And, I'll be waiting for the stories.

Brian Miller said...

you were in DC again and did not tell me...great...smiles....

Vodka Mom said...

Brian- I am heading back down on Friday. O Apparently the girls are kidnapping the moms again for a weekend of Sugarland and craziness. I hope to survive...

Lynn said...

ooooo Sugarland! My sisters and I went to their concert last fall

Here's to hoping that chart at the top of your post turns into a Venn diagram!

NotesFromAbroad said...

Wow, my favorite food is basketti too ! In fact, I had some lasterday.
Have fun in DC. Enjoy the cabana boy.

Gigi said...

Baiting suits? Sounds about right.