Haircut!

So I got my hair cut yesterday. As in chopped. As in I donated it to Locks of Love and thus went from having hair that fell at the middle of my back to having hair that is chin length. Going to track practice this morning (it's spring break) was fun...

"Miss Book! What the ffff..(slaps own hand over mouth)."
"Miss Book! Why would you do that!"
"You're bald!"
"Miss Book! How could you do this to me?!?" (excuse me? I think it's my hair that was cut...)
"Did you donate it to the weave store?"
"Hey, did you get your hair cut?" Me: "No."

Hairlines and hair growth...

One of the 8th graders came in on crutches this morning.

me: Too Cool for School, what happened to you??
Flava Flav (helping TCfS with his books): He got a hairline fraction!



How to mess with a student:
Scenario: I am sitting in my room talking to Ms. Baldwin and Drama Queen comes rushing in.
DQ: Ms Book, I have a really good question for you! And it's a science question!
Me: Okay.
DQ: How come your eyebrows and eyelashes don't keep growing but your hair does??
Me: Wait. Yours don't keep growing?
DQ:
Ms. B: Yeah, white people have to cut theirs, you don't have to?
DQ: What? Really???

She eventually realized that we weren't serious and left satisfied by Ms. Baldwin's, "Isn't it neat that God made us like that?" so that I didn't have to launch into some scientific explanation that I don't think I could do justice to... :)

Overheard....

Quick post today...just a few overheard quotes...

Mr. Arrogant: What, that's due tomorrow?? Man, Mr. Englishteacher! You're really overcookin' my grits!


Me: That lap took you forever, what did you do, stop to poop?
Flava Flav: No. But one time, in the cemetery, I mean, I felt bad because of all the dead people, but I really had to go. And I pooped in the cemetery. And I asked God and he said it was okay. God told me to poop in the cemetery.


Random Girl: What's your name?
Track Boy: "_______"
RG: You're sexy.
TB: It's my curse.

I feel...

I feel old.

The following conversation just happened with the seniors, re: the news that they were having a dance class after school today...
Student 1: "I don't feel like dancing, I feel like sleeping."
Student 2: "I feel like doing my homework."
Student 3: "I feel like doing nothing."
me: "I feel like Chicken Tonight."
Student 2: "What did you just say?"

None of them knew what I was talking about. This just shows you the effectiveness of a good commercial jingle...the product may have failed miserably, but I can still sing you the song 15 years later!




This was after I had to explain to two, yes, TWO of the seniors what the directions mean when they say "Select about 75% of your paper clips." The concept of 75% was apparently a little beyond them...yikes. Shortly thereafter one of them proudly proclaimed to me that he was going to be a high school science teacher...

Reason #396...

There's nothing that makes my day quite like unsolicited student compliments...

I walked into the lobby today to excitedly remind a fellow teacher that the new season of Beauty and the Geek starts tomorrow. One of my advisees was sitting there...
"Ms Book, you should be on Beauty and the Geek."
"Why, because I'm a geek?"
"No! Because you're pretty!"

Add to this the fact that I woke up this morning AFTER the time I was supposed to have already been at school and commenced to grabbing the first outfit I could find, throwing my hair in a ponytail, smearing some makeup on my face and running out the door within 15 minutes of getting out of bed...

Yep. Definitely made my day :)

8th grade entertainment

Well, the 8th graders have been providing some entertainment the past few days, so maybe I should fill you in...

The kids have been taking standardized tests the past few days, which is always a good time to mess with them, especially the 8th grade since this is their first time doing it.

Student: How long are we going to be doing this?
Me: Until you're done, probably until about 10 o'clock tonight.
Students: What?? Really?
Girl Who Wants to Be My Best Friend: Are we going to have a sleepover?
Me: Yeah, boys in that room, girls in this room.
Girl: For real???

Then they had to fill out all of the information on the answer sheet, name, date, teacher, school, ethnicity, etc.
Girl Who Wants to Be My Best Friend: Do I mark black?
Me: No, mark Caucasian. [Note: none of my students are white]
Girl: Okay...
Me: No, I'm just kidding! Caucasian means white...

And today...

Flava Flav: Miss Book, do you ever go to the mall?
Me: What do you think?
Grandpa (have I talked about this kid? the kids call him Grandpa because of the way he walks or something...I don't know): She has a life, she doesn't just live here!
Flava Flav: I think you stay at home and do experiments on cats...

How did I suddenly become a crazy cat lady?!?!? a) I'm not old enough for that yet. b) I hate cats!

Know it All: Miss Book, are you one of those people who goes to Kennywood and wears the hat forward and the thing around your waist?
Me: What?
Know it All: You know, the pouch thing...
Me: A fanny pack?
KiA: Yeah, do you wear one of those?
Me: Just because I'm white doesn't mean I carry a fanny pack!
(At this they all got these incredulous/horrified looks on their faces and tried backpedaling to say, no, they would say the same thing about the other teachers, etc...it was pretty funny :) )

KiA: Miss Book, I like your shoes.
Me: Thank you.
KiA: Where did you get them?
Me: Payless...
Flava Flav: Don't say that! You shouldn't tell people that, you should lie and say you got them at Foot Locker.

KiA: Miss Book, come here.
Me: Excuse me?
KiA: Miss Book, can you come over here for a sec?
Me: What do you need?
KiA: My eye hurt, can you blow on it?

What????



When I get a chance, I need to post some pix from last Friday...