"Madame, that kid told a non-truth!" Frankly, what happened to calling a kid a liar, like we did in my day? Even kids are politically correct nowadays. Not a bad thing actually.
Have you ever heard of a "soft lockdown" in a school. Here is my take on one. It starts with you and your students getting locked in the corridor between the gym and the cafeteria. You can't get out and you can't get in. You have to bang on the doors to get the attention of a parent waiting for his primary aged child to be dismissed. He finally hears the banging, and opens those doors so you and your students can go back upstairs to the classroom.
No, CORRECTION! You start to go up the stairs with your students, when the intervention worker comes runnning down with her walkie-talkie in hand, and tells you that NO ONE can go upstairs; you and your students have to turn around right NOW! Mass confusion. So you do as you are told and march back downstairs. You are left wondering why you can't go back to class; also wondering where to go. You end up congregating in the primary wing, where those students are getting ready to be sent home on the early busses, so it bedlam there too. Then you get shuffled into a Grade One classroom. After you have done THREE headcounts to make sure you have all of your 18 students, you are told you can NOW go back upstairs to your classroom. Why the soft lockdown? What is a soft lockdown? I still don't really have the answer to either of those questions. That is classified information, apparently! LOL
I walked by a table where the wees ones were having lunch in the cafeteria, and stopped to chat with one, because he is SO darn cute. With a guilty look he immediately declared "I said the F- word by mistake!" I replied, "You did? No one does that by mistake." Little Jack on the other side of the table, jumps in with "Yeah, he called me an Idiot Pooper!" I turn to Johnny and ask, "Is that the F-word that you said to Jack? He nods his head solemnly. I try not to show even a smidgeon of a smile, when I tell him "Well, you apologize to him for calling him the F-word". Which he does, the little scamp.
Children obviously don't know their initial consonant sounds yet, halfway through Kindergarten, which is to be expected. However, they don't necessarily know them in Grade Two EITHER, because a few years ago I had one student say, "Madame, Jordan called me the C-word." You can imagine what C-word went through my head. I thought, "OMG!" I took a deep breath and asked Joseph what was the exact word Jordan had called him. His reply? "He called me an IDIOT!"
I ended my week with a big hug from a full-of-fire Grade Six student in the French system, who put her arm around me at recess and said, "Madame, fa fredo oggi!" That Italian is really getting around.
On a wall in Northern Spain:
We are born to study.
We study to work.
We work to die.
We are dead from the beginning.
Death to Capitalism!
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