Further unraveling of the mystery of Ms Book's hair...

The eighth graders were full of questions yesterday...
"Miss Book, how do you get your hair so straight?"
"Does it ever get nappy?"
-"They call it 'tangled.'" (one of the girls tossed this comment in)
"Can you tie it in a knot?"

I proceeded to amaze them for a few moments by tying a chunk of my hair into a knot and letting it go so it came undone. ("You didn't tie it tight enough!")



Shortly thereafter, while they were supposed to be working on something, the boy who had started the questioning called me over to his desk and whispered to me,
"Do you think my voice changed?"
While trying not to laugh, I assured him that I was sure it had changed, at least a little bit. This resulted in him throwing an "I told you so!" glance toward his lab partner.


They're pretty amusing. I had to send Flava Flav upstairs when halfway through the period I looked over and realized that his request for tissues really meant that his allergies were so bad that his eyes were streaming and he had a piece of toilet paper sticking out of each nostril. I sent him to find someone who could give him some medicine...