Concussions and clothing...

I should totally be grading papers right now. I hate grading papers. It's seriously my least favorite thing about being a teacher. Well, that and writing finals. Instead I figured we needed an update, since I promised one...

First off, Bus Pass Boy walked to school for a few days, but someone eventually took pity on him and gave him some bus tickets...so he did not get suspended.

In the last post I mentioned his sister as "Soccer Hero," and I need to explain. You see, it's our school's first year with a soccer team, and while they are seriously improving by leaps and bounds, they have also been losing every game without scoring...until last Tuesday when Soccer Hero--a ninth grade girl!--scored the first goal! We all seriously cheered like they'd won the whole game :) It was pretty exciting. Same game, more interesting story...before the goal...
Flava Flav kicked the ball, which ricocheted off of another kid's legs, came back, and hit him right in the face. Allow me to replay parts of the conversation that followed...

Coach: What day is it?
FF: Thursday.
Coach: What year is it?
FF: I don't know.

Ms. Brett, walking him to meet his mom in the parking lot: What color car does your mom drive?
FF: Purple.
Ms. B: What kind of car is it?
FF: It's a truck. A purple truck.
Ms. B (on phone with his mother): What kind of car are you driving?
Mom: A tan SUV.
Ms. B: FF, does your mom drive any other cars?
FF: Yeah, she has four.
Ms. B: Well what color are they?
FF: Purple. They're all purple.

Ms. B: What classes did you have today?
FF: I don't know.
Ms. B: Did you have math?
FF: I don't know.
Ms. B: Did you have history?
FF: I don't know.
Ms. B: Did you have science?
FF: I don't know.
Ms. B: Did you have English?
FF: Yeah! Yeah, I had English.
Ms. B: Who's your teacher for English?
FF: You are!
(nope, she teaches history...and not even to his class)

Also, she kept asking him what day it was, and eventually he realized that "Thursday" must be the wrong answer, so he started answering "Purple."

Two days later he was back in school, diagnosed with a mild concussion, taking an English test.
FF: Mr. DeBor, I have a question on #77.
DeBor: FF, there are only 40 questions on the test.

FF: Mr. McMichael!
DeBor: I'm not Mr. McMichael.

FF: I have a question on "a."
DeBor: It's a multiple choice test. Which "a" do you have a question about?

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Today Obsessed with Charmed (who will henceforth be called "Light of my Life" because that is what Ms. Brett calls him and I think it's appropo) came into lab,
"Miss Book. Let's make a deal. If we don't have lab tonight, then I won't strip on this table."
me: We're having lab. Please keep your clothes on.

later, overheard...
"I'm not wide! I'm petite!"
(this kid is probably six feet tall and definitely over 200lbs...)