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More Djibouti Stories September 22, 2010

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I honestly thought I wasn’t going to hear anymore about the Grandfather from Djibouti until earlier this week. Unfortunately there were some trash on the playground and my teaching partner and I were keeping kids away from some glass. That’s when Eve came over and asked what had happened.

After we explained that had happened, her hands began flailing around and she began yelling toward the other students, “Dude, how could this happen? We only have one earth. It’s not like we have two earths”

Two Earths

So, later in the day when she was leaving for another class I said, “Bye Dude” She looked mortified. What did I say? I was just repeating something I heard her say.

“You do know what dude means don’t you?” She announced. I was all ears.

“It’s the hair on an elephant’s butt!”

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“Where did you hear that?” I inquired.

“My grandfather,” She replied.

“Let me guess…the grandfather from Djibouti?”

“Ah huh” She replied as she left. Meanwhile, another teacher and I were looking the word up in the Websters dictionary.

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NOTES: Names are changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.

photo credits:

TWO EARTHS

ELEPHANT: Mike Johnson

 

The Grandfather from Djibouti

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Despite public opinion, I really can’t come up with this kind of material all on my own. It  is based on the students I teach. It’s amazing what kids will say and who they will say it to. Sometimes I wonder what they say when they get home. Hmmm…

So this story begins way back at the beginning of school. The class and I were walking outside to recess when a little girl (let’s name her Eve) began telling me about her family.

“My grandfather is from Abootie,” Eve offers to me. At first I couldn’t understand what she said so I repeated what I thought she said.

With a gasp she replied, “I didn’t say the word bootie; I said Nabootie.”

I nodded my head while my thoughts tried to process the information. Let’s see…I know of a planet named “Naboo” from Star Wars. No. Wait…isn’t there a country with a similar name.

Meanwhile, Eve continued with her story, “You know. He wears a thing [cue motion of arm wrapping around her head] around his head.

“Oh, you mean a turban?” I asked. She smiled and agreed with my answer.

Then she continued, “My father was in Mexico and his mother Rosa had him and then my dad’s dad said ‘I’m not taking care of that baby’ so my grandfather left Grandma Rosa and my dad so that’s when Rosa went out and found the guy from Djibouti and now he’s my grandfather.”

I was overwhelmed by that information and was thankful that she paused to breath. I took advantage of this pause to encourage her to go play with her friends. That’s when I went to a few other teachers and asked about the country of ‘Nabootie”. As we talked, I was sure I had heard of something like it and thought it was near Saudi Arabia. Another teacher insisted it was near India.

So, for those of you who are interested in learning about the African country of Djibouti…continue reading.

Country: Djibouti

Capital: Djibouti

http://www.enjoytravelling.net/djibouti/

 

The Crazy Things Kids Say September 12, 2010

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STORY 1 – “It’s Obvious”

In Social Studies, the student and I were discussing timelines and events in our lives. I had to explain that I have had many events while they only have a few because the are only about 8 or 9 years old. Upon showing them my life map, the students wanted to know my age. Since I strategically changed ages into years around 2005, they weren’t able to figure out my age.

That’s when one student told the others that it was obvious I was in my forties. Since I have not hit this milestone yet, I was intrigued on why she thought I was in my forties. Her reply was simple. She told me it was obvious because I dye my hair. It is black, brown, and yellow.

Luckily she didn’t add white.

STORY 2 – “The Boy Named Lucas”

There was a panic last week…someone colored on Jenna’s eraser. To a 3rd grader, this is a very serious offense and should be handled with care. Since I teach two classes, the first person who came to mind was the student who sits there in the afternoon. After thinking for a minute, I had just rearranged seats for the afternoon class and I couldn’t remember who sat there.

“I know,” Jenna piped up.

“Who?”

“Lucas.”

“Honey, I don’t teach a Lucas,” I explained to her. I’m trying to figure out who’s name starts with a letter L. Nothing.

“Wait,” she proudly exclaims, “It’s Mucus.”

“What?” I exclaimed, “Did you just say Mucus?”

She nodded proudly. A few of the other students giggled while I had to tell her that I didn’t teach anyone named Mucus either.

Later, after some intensive investigating I could never find this kid Mucus or anyone else who may have colored on her eraser.

 

Just an Old Fashion Top 10… September 2, 2010

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From the laptop of a veteran teacher. Here are the top 10 reasons I’m in love with my job this week:

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10 Seeing my classroom transitioning into a community where they are learning and helping each other.

9 Greeting them at the door in the morning.

8 Hearing the students say “Please” and “Thank You” to me and each other.

7 Watching the “digital natives” (AKA the students) get restless when the internet was delayed and we were waiting to watch a streaming video. They gave me suggestions like “Go to MyPC.com and see what’s wrong with your computer”

6 Actually being ahead in my lesson plans!

5 Hugs. Like today for instance. One student hugged me in the hallway. The next thing I knew, there were three of them and we were having a group hug. TOO cute!

4 A student wishing it would rain so she could see me wear my new rain boots.

3 Having an established routine and schedule.

2 Having the kids beg me to read just one more chapter. In fact, one offered me $3 yesterday to keep reading. I told him to keep his money and if he came back today, I’d read again. He seemed satisfied with that answer.

And the number 1 reason I love my job this week:

Rewarding a student who didn’t have a good start to the school year.  He’s been doing so much better so today I wrote him a good note. I slid it in halfway into his binder while he got his backpack. I walked away and watched from the other side of the room when he found it. His huge smile…PRICELESS.