<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249</id><updated>2011-08-18T08:57:29.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations from my Classroom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-8439007463871511172</id><published>2011-02-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:00:05.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy President's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87cR9E3KNDI/TV7BNLJ3DQI/AAAAAAAALjk/_1fVNEoaeJg/s1600/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575105820807859458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87cR9E3KNDI/TV7BNLJ3DQI/AAAAAAAALjk/_1fVNEoaeJg/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-8439007463871511172?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8439007463871511172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-presidents-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8439007463871511172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8439007463871511172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-presidents-day.html' title='Happy President&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87cR9E3KNDI/TV7BNLJ3DQI/AAAAAAAALjk/_1fVNEoaeJg/s72-c/IMG_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-366759870479086452</id><published>2011-02-18T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T07:03:49.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The downfalls of standardized testing...</title><content type='html'>Student: "Mrs. G, when we get inside from recess will we have more testes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "It's 'tests', not 'testes'.  Yes, we will have more tests."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Good! I love testes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher-"TESTS! It's TESTS not TESTES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-366759870479086452?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/366759870479086452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/02/downfalls-of-standardized-testing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/366759870479086452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/366759870479086452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/02/downfalls-of-standardized-testing.html' title='The downfalls of standardized testing...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-631957513326080255</id><published>2011-02-11T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:21:51.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Subject</title><content type='html'>What is your favorite subject in school? I like math. I hope some of you like math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random shouting out answers*--however, I heard this one plain and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My favorite subject is going home!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-631957513326080255?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/631957513326080255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/02/favorite-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/631957513326080255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/631957513326080255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/02/favorite-subject.html' title='Favorite Subject'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-1107541956763810057</id><published>2010-11-19T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:12:26.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Fired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of a particularly rough day, where many, if not all children were in trouble for one thing or another- I said to the students:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You know kids, that your job here at school is to learn, do your classwork and behave yourself. You have not been doing your job to the best of your abilities lately. I'm sorry to say, but if you were a grown up, in a grown up job, and I was your boss, I'd have to fire you. Come to think of it, you have jobs in the classroom (cleaning, etc) and since my room looks a mess, it appears that none of you have been doing your jobs this week, so you are all fired."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A student raises his hand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mrs. Gumm, when you get fired from a job, you don't have to come back anymore, right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541371439910712498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TObn9xRfdLI/AAAAAAAALY0/OThA6XwlA54/s320/1277323396-trump-youre-fired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could not stop laughing. He didn't know what was so funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-1107541956763810057?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1107541956763810057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-fired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1107541956763810057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1107541956763810057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-fired.html' title='You&apos;re Fired!'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TObn9xRfdLI/AAAAAAAALY0/OThA6XwlA54/s72-c/1277323396-trump-youre-fired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-7071586777920205589</id><published>2010-11-17T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:50:32.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellyache Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>S: "Mrs. Gumm, I have a belly ache."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "Do you think you're going to throw up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*minor panic at the thought of a child who is not mine puking on my shoes/shirt/anything*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "No I just missed breakfast and I think I am hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "Well, you're in luck, lunch starts in ten minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "I don't think I can waaaaaaaiiiiittttt that long. Why don't you give me some of those M&amp;amp;M's you have in your desk to hold me over until lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540561102371048002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TOQG96ssSkI/AAAAAAAALYc/HCe6wB79aF8/s320/m%2526ms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not fooling me, buddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-7071586777920205589?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7071586777920205589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/11/bellyache-shenanigans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7071586777920205589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7071586777920205589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/11/bellyache-shenanigans.html' title='Bellyache Shenanigans'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TOQG96ssSkI/AAAAAAAALYc/HCe6wB79aF8/s72-c/m%2526ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-8897455742876303972</id><published>2010-11-11T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:28:11.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best day ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TNw1m93j6BI/AAAAAAAALYU/rRwU6dtJ4jo/s1600/smartboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538360585317771282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TNw1m93j6BI/AAAAAAAALYU/rRwU6dtJ4jo/s320/smartboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've been learning about place value, using the smart board. Apparently, place value has a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-8897455742876303972?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8897455742876303972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8897455742876303972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8897455742876303972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-day-ever.html' title='The best day ever...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TNw1m93j6BI/AAAAAAAALYU/rRwU6dtJ4jo/s72-c/smartboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-4957436597335910347</id><published>2010-10-27T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:35:20.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communities</title><content type='html'>In Social Science one of the vocabulary words that we have to learn for the first 9 weeks is "Communities"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While this seems like a word that should be easy to remember, but usually it's a challenge. We talk about how a community is anywhere that people live, work, play or go to school. Because there are so many types of communities, my early childhood students have difficulty understanding it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I had them draw a picture of a community and describe it to me, I figured if they could explain their picture to me and it was at least a portion of the definition, then they were on the right track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a conversation that happened in front of my student teacher today and neither of us could keep a straight face. (and neither could the kids)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: "Tell me about your picture." (&lt;i&gt;the classic way to say 'I have no idea what this is' to a child)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S:"Its a picture of a community!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T:"Describe it to me." &lt;i&gt;(I still don't see the picture for all its artistic glory...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: "Mrs. G, I drew the ghetto! That's a neighborhood and a community! I don't live there though, but some people do. They don't have jobs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: "yes, it is a community." (check mark in the gradebook for her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-4957436597335910347?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4957436597335910347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/10/communities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/4957436597335910347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/4957436597335910347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/10/communities.html' title='Communities'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-8802322439107972736</id><published>2010-10-14T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:55:52.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicka wow wow</title><content type='html'>S- "Teacher, I've been to a farm before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-"yeah? What was your favorite animal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-"I like the chicka wow wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-"Oh, you like baby chicks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-"No. The chicka wow wow. It was so cool. It was really cute, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-"Tell me about this chicka wow wow. I don't think I know what they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-"Its a dog, with pointy ears and big eyes, teacher. Ya know like 'yo quiero Taco Bell!' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chihuahua=Chicka wow wow= farm animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-8802322439107972736?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8802322439107972736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/10/chicka-wow-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8802322439107972736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8802322439107972736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/10/chicka-wow-wow.html' title='Chicka wow wow'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-316987621146823437</id><published>2010-09-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:46:10.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification at its best</title><content type='html'>Student in centers: "B!t$%, you feel me?"    *stomps feet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:"Excuse me? Get over here RIGHT NOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*student sheepishly walks over to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my mind is racing, like, 'great, now I have to call this parent and tell this story'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Do you want to explain to me what I just heard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student whispers: "sfdsdjfhdksjhfksj"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "huh?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Big stomping feet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I call over the other student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What did he say to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student #2: "Big stomping feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "ok." (turns to student #1) "please dont shout in my class"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really need my ears checked. I could have SWORN he said something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-316987621146823437?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/316987621146823437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/09/clarification-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/316987621146823437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/316987621146823437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/09/clarification-at-its-best.html' title='Clarification at its best'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-7362138025901177355</id><published>2010-09-09T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:19:44.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover Party!</title><content type='html'>"Mrs. G, we had a sleepover party last night!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"On a school night, wow! Your mom is cooler than my mom ever was!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yep, she sure is!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So, who did you get to have a sleepover party with?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My mommy's friend, because we had POOP water in our basement. It was GRRROOOOSSSS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, so the sewer backed up?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I guess so, it just STINKS! Good thing the plumber is coming today"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-7362138025901177355?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7362138025901177355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleepover-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7362138025901177355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7362138025901177355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleepover-party.html' title='Sleepover Party!'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-5345383525318684264</id><published>2010-09-07T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:06:04.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school</title><content type='html'>I know you all have missed my posts! I promise this year to try to keep up with this blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the 1st day of school and I already have something to put up. It's not ROFL funny, but still made me giggle. I'm sure the little gal's daddy would appreciate this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone remembers the 1st day of school, where the teacher goes over the rules, procedures, etc. of school. Well during a lesson about self control, manners, and proper behavior at school this conversation started:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Mrs. Gumm, my daddy would never make it in this class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T:  Why's that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(*slightly concerned that I said something that confused her*)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Because he has no self control. He'd be all over the room, burping in people's faces, being silly. I promise you he has NO self control. My mom, she would be fine, she'd follow the rules, but no way, not MY dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: I met your dad the other day, he seems perfectly nice and he totally seemed to have self control that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: That's because my mom was there, she makes sure he behaves in public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my job. It's going to be a great year!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-5345383525318684264?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5345383525318684264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5345383525318684264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5345383525318684264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of school'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-1894399069310095739</id><published>2010-06-18T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T05:13:03.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaking</title><content type='html'>Random question of the day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student A: "Mrs. G, do you think I could run a marathon naked?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; *thinking, hmm, how should I answer this one*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:"Well, running a marathon is hard work..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student A:"yea, I'd probably get burned in bad places"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student B:"you'd probably get arrested if you tried!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student A:"can you really get arrested for running naked? Man, that sucks. Maybe I'll do a 5K or something instead."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-1894399069310095739?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1894399069310095739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/streaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1894399069310095739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1894399069310095739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/streaking.html' title='Streaking'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-6189150066145346839</id><published>2010-06-18T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T05:01:38.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma be real good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any teacher can tell you that the last month of school is challenging behavior-wise, especially when we go to school for SOOOO long. (JUNE 22 is the last day!?!?!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after some pleading (okay, FUSSING) at the kids to please remember we are still in school and to listen and follow directions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TBtfgcLsebI/AAAAAAAAKM8/afKBoKBRuxU/s1600/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TBtfgcLsebI/AAAAAAAAKM8/afKBoKBRuxU/s320/heaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484081982179408306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hey everyone! Imma be really good today, because I want to go to Heaven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I told his mother what he said and she said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Whatever works at this point."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-6189150066145346839?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6189150066145346839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/imma-be-real-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6189150066145346839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6189150066145346839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/06/imma-be-real-good.html' title='Imma be real good'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/TBtfgcLsebI/AAAAAAAAKM8/afKBoKBRuxU/s72-c/heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-6028385211634337579</id><published>2010-05-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:29:58.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gettin' HOT in Heeerrreee</title><content type='html'>It's 90+ degrees here in VA and the AC here at school is on the fritz. This has NOT gone unnoticed in 1st grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st conversation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;student singing&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's gettin' HOT in heerrre, so take off all your clothes&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another student&lt;/strong&gt;-"please don't, Lord knows you haven't had a bath this week"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st student- &lt;/strong&gt;"hey!! hahahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher-*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shaking my head&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd conversation-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm frying like bacon in my desk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to go outside where at least the breeze is blowing and its 10 degrees cooler in the shade than it is in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial Day! Stay safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Congrats to my sister-in-law for graduating medical school this weekend. Great Job, Dr. Gumm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-6028385211634337579?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6028385211634337579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-gettin-hot-in-heeerrreee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6028385211634337579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6028385211634337579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-gettin-hot-in-heeerrreee.html' title='It&apos;s gettin&apos; HOT in Heeerrreee'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-5214543798465879708</id><published>2010-05-25T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:09:49.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You learn a new word everyday, especially in MY class.</title><content type='html'>Two students were bickering in the corner of the room- not sure what it was about, exactly, but this is how it ended. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student: "I am so tired of your&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;nkeyass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in my face all the time!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The entire class freezes with their mouths open...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475348270034650274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S_xYPfD3BKI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/kQukfw0mwT8/s320/shocked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: "You can't say that, honey!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;*laughing on the inside*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Student: "Say what? &lt;b&gt;Monkeyass&lt;/b&gt;? That's not a bad word"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me (and the whole class): "Yes it is!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Student: "&lt;b&gt;Monkeyass&lt;/b&gt; is not a bad word. My mom calls me &lt;b&gt;Monkeyass&lt;/b&gt; all the time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*my entire class is gasping in shock*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: *&lt;i&gt;thinking: OMG! STOP SAYING IT&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: "_____ you can not say that word at school. Please stop"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Student: "Fine, if you don't want me to say &lt;b&gt;Monkeyass&lt;/b&gt; I won't, I just don't understand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: "Monkey is not a bad word its the second word you are saying that I don't want you to say"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Student: "oh- I didn't know. But he was being one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Then I put my face in my hands to hide the fact that I was laughing my '&lt;b&gt;Monkeyass'&lt;/b&gt; off and the tears rolling down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Now my whole class had a REAL vocabulary lesson today. The emails and phone calls I get tomorrow (tonight) should be real fun. &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-5214543798465879708?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5214543798465879708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-students-were-bickering-in-corner.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5214543798465879708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5214543798465879708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-students-were-bickering-in-corner.html' title='You learn a new word everyday, especially in MY class.'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S_xYPfD3BKI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/kQukfw0mwT8/s72-c/shocked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-4884834676363562355</id><published>2010-05-18T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:45:11.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S_KZ2JIaNnI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/LqIHaIWv4_k/s1600/immigration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472605652651751026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S_KZ2JIaNnI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/LqIHaIWv4_k/s320/immigration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd say someone has been watching Fox News lately...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-4884834676363562355?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4884834676363562355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/immigration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/4884834676363562355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/4884834676363562355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/immigration.html' title='Immigration'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S_KZ2JIaNnI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/LqIHaIWv4_k/s72-c/immigration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-6164913048512974392</id><published>2010-05-18T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:15:05.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S_KSbL80pdI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/2eHZfKo6tPU/s1600/IMG00562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472597492970595794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S_KSbL80pdI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/2eHZfKo6tPU/s320/IMG00562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know its hard to see, but it says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what simple machine do you see in this picture?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the student picked "D. Telephone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's scissors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think someone is ready for summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-6164913048512974392?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6164913048512974392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/really.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6164913048512974392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6164913048512974392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/really.html' title='REALLY?'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S_KSbL80pdI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/2eHZfKo6tPU/s72-c/IMG00562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-6122098327065598816</id><published>2010-05-14T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:05:33.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's little bit of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This made me smile today, so I thought I'd share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471172227039509202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S-2CJymsOtI/AAAAAAAAJp4/w2azPCkemDc/s320/0514101052-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation: I love school. It is fun. I love her, she is nice. Mrs. Gumm is mean sometimes but to me she is nice. Without her I will cry because I want her I do not want a substitute. Mrs. Gumm is nice he bought flowers for Mrs. Gumm. Mrs. Gumm loves Mr. Gumm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I don't think I am mean, but I am not easy on them either. I just want them to do their best.Guess I am doing something right? Stuff like this and the letters I got from parents on Teacher Appreciation week mean way more to me than my yearly evaluation. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-6122098327065598816?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6122098327065598816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/todays-little-bit-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6122098327065598816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6122098327065598816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/todays-little-bit-of-love.html' title='today&apos;s little bit of love'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S-2CJymsOtI/AAAAAAAAJp4/w2azPCkemDc/s72-c/0514101052-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-5693088989147696174</id><published>2010-05-10T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:47:02.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Teacher,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S-iaWEvacMI/AAAAAAAAJpU/W7Zoah4TCfg/s1600/0510101143-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S-iaWEvacMI/AAAAAAAAJpU/W7Zoah4TCfg/s320/0510101143-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469791451461873858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Translation: "_____ likes to wear dirty underwear. Which is very stinky. PEE YOU! Mrs. Gumm, go put a diaper on him."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This note was on my desk this morning followed by a request to move seats. These kids make me laugh ALL DAY LONG. I swear I have the best job ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-5693088989147696174?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5693088989147696174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-teacher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5693088989147696174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5693088989147696174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-teacher.html' title='Dear Teacher,'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S-iaWEvacMI/AAAAAAAAJpU/W7Zoah4TCfg/s72-c/0510101143-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-1218612454119923152</id><published>2010-05-10T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:42:56.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will really miss these kids next year :/</title><content type='html'>I mean, I can't wait for summer, but this class is pretty special. They must have sensed I had a crappy day yesterday, they always know how to make me smile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S-iZsSydniI/AAAAAAAAJpM/jj2caP09f_8/s1600/0510101145-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S-iZsSydniI/AAAAAAAAJpM/jj2caP09f_8/s320/0510101145-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469790733678255650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-1218612454119923152?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1218612454119923152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-really-miss-these-kids-next-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1218612454119923152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1218612454119923152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-really-miss-these-kids-next-year.html' title='I will really miss these kids next year :/'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S-iZsSydniI/AAAAAAAAJpM/jj2caP09f_8/s72-c/0510101145-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-7532211116696742359</id><published>2010-04-27T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:24:45.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wowie wowie wow!</title><content type='html'>At school this week we had a big ceremony for our outdoor classroom and garden groundbreaking. During which the awesome, incredible and always above and beyond PTA and committee members had this stage put up outside for our guest speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464882295570004466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9cpfl7FefI/AAAAAAAAJkk/Bh0mKV1iLu0/s320/0426101308-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty official looking, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon sitting down in front of the stage, my students were highly impressed by it and started having discussions about who was going to 'perform'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beyonce! I know it will be Beyonce! She likes gardens"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe it will be the Jonas Brothers or Miley Cyrus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we had the following suggestion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Wowie wowie wow! I bet you Michael Jackson is going to perform on that stage!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is when my entire class turned their heads at him and said practically in unison...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It can't be HIM, he's DEAD!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His response to his classmates- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, Elvis is dead too and people see him all the time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yeah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Conclusion- No one 'performed', but the outdoor classroom and garden is going to be pretty freaking amazing. And I know a 1st grade teacher who is pretty impressed that her kids even knew who Elvis was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-7532211116696742359?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7532211116696742359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/wowie-wowie-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7532211116696742359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7532211116696742359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/wowie-wowie-wow.html' title='wowie wowie wow!'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9cpfl7FefI/AAAAAAAAJkk/Bh0mKV1iLu0/s72-c/0426101308-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-1180434491836676292</id><published>2010-04-22T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:59:32.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callapitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Outside at recess, students have been nonstop picking up caterpillars and bringing them to me, then asking to place them in the school garden. “&lt;i&gt;So they will not get stepped on at recess and can eat the veggies in the garden”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;S-“Ms. G! I found a tiny green callapitter!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;T- “A what?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;S-“A callapitter! look!”             *shoves tiny green &lt;em&gt;caterpillar&lt;/em&gt; in my face*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;T-“Its a ‘cat-er-pill-er’… say that with me ‘cat-er-pill-er’”        *he says nothing*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;S-“… yeah, that… a &lt;em&gt;cal-la-pitt-er&lt;/em&gt;, thats ‘&lt;em&gt;zactly&lt;/em&gt; what I said. CHECK HIM OUT!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9DwptC1ZSI/AAAAAAAAJWI/jLZiVH64KO4/s1600-h/cloop1%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="cloop1" border="0" alt="cloop1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9DwqFvhPyI/AAAAAAAAJWM/kMzZpu7tbV0/cloop1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he now resides in the herb garden at school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-1180434491836676292?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1180434491836676292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/callapitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1180434491836676292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1180434491836676292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/callapitter.html' title='Callapitter'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9DwqFvhPyI/AAAAAAAAJWM/kMzZpu7tbV0/s72-c/cloop1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-3025250913049214358</id><published>2010-04-22T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:28:33.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe I can fly…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Topic of discussion:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“If you could fly anywhere, anywhere in the world, where would you go?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;S- I would go to Japan!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;T- Japan sounds great! What makes you want to go to Japan?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;S- *thinking*… You know what? Nevermind. I’d just go to Toys R Us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9Dpr-F4IGI/AAAAAAAAJWA/lGVov4ErgmE/s1600-h/flying%20child%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="flying child" border="0" alt="flying child" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9DpseYtKUI/AAAAAAAAJWE/L1eCk8faRo0/flying%20child_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-3025250913049214358?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3025250913049214358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-believe-i-can-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/3025250913049214358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/3025250913049214358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-believe-i-can-fly.html' title='I believe I can fly…'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9DpseYtKUI/AAAAAAAAJWE/L1eCk8faRo0/s72-c/flying%20child_thumb.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-1532858769420303032</id><published>2010-04-22T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:23:04.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A local sports team mascot leans over to a little girl and pretends to kiss her. Her response to the teacher…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;S-“Teacher! That was my first kiss”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;T-“oh how exciting!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;S-“well, not really, I always imagined it in castle.” *sighs*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9DoZfpKhtI/AAAAAAAAJV4/-eYJaeDPJkY/s1600-h/kiss-theodora-dimitrijevic%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="kiss-theodora-dimitrijevic" border="0" alt="kiss-theodora-dimitrijevic" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9DoZ8bZsJI/AAAAAAAAJV8/vKsD4uhInvE/kiss-theodora-dimitrijevic_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;don’t we all, sweetie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-1532858769420303032?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1532858769420303032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-first-kiss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1532858769420303032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1532858769420303032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-first-kiss.html' title='My first kiss'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S9DoZ8bZsJI/AAAAAAAAJV8/vKsD4uhInvE/s72-c/kiss-theodora-dimitrijevic_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-6930209393407760696</id><published>2010-04-18T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:02:19.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Order in the Court!</title><content type='html'>So, first I must give you a little background. This is first grade, for those who do not know already. We have been learning the basics of economics- needs and wants, how you have to earn money to buy things, and how you have to save for things you can not afford. Also, over spring break I am required (school policy) to give a 'homework packet' filled with review items for students to go over during the break. Because the 1st grade team feels the need to reward students for doing this work over their break, we said we'd give ice cream to all kids who turned it in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I purposely bought enough ice cream for all the students because I feel crummy only giving it to some students when it might not be their fault they didn't get the packet done. In the past students haven't noticed that I just give it to everyone. Not so much this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-"hey! So In So didn't do a packet, Mrs.G. You can't give him one"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T-"well I have enough for everyone, if those who did their packets don't mind sharing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-"oh but YES we DO mind, don't we everyone? You can't get something for free. You have to EARN it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-"Yeah Mrs. G if you give everyone ice cream you are teaching them they don't have to work for things to get them"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-"if they WANTED ice cream so bad they should have done their work"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T-"hey hey guys... You are right, they should have done the work, but I don't want to waste the ice cream, and I have enough. Let's take a vote, ok?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Students vote and its 5-5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ones who said &lt;em&gt;'yes, lets share with them- its just ice cream'&lt;/em&gt; have the argument that &lt;em&gt;'they don't mind sharing'&lt;/em&gt; and they &lt;em&gt;'don't want anyone to feel left out'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'it might not be their fault they didn't get it done, it might be their parents fault'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ones who said &lt;em&gt;'no way, they didn't earn it and we did the work and they didn't'&lt;/em&gt; have the argument that '&lt;em&gt;its not fair and they did the work and I should teach them a lesson'&lt;/em&gt;. One child actually said in response to the argument that the 'nonworkers' can't use the excuse their parents couldn't help them because "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ya'll are some smart kids, you should have just openedup the packet and done it yourselves." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This argument got very heated and I had to pass a talking stick and have students come up and present their 'cases' to the class for why or why not EVERYONE should get ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which my little sweet girl who's parents are attorneys interrupted each and every case that was against what she wanted with an "&lt;b&gt;I HAVE AN OBJECTION&lt;/b&gt;!" &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461553107702834738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S8tVnWqO5jI/AAAAAAAAJVU/cpjXMJhZ4LA/s320/3293465641_a77f520b81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the cases were presented the vote was swayed 3-7 in favor of everyone getting ice cream. (I only let the kids who did their homework vote) So, everyone got ice cream, much to the dismay of 3 very, very smart little girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, they were right, I shouldn't give it to kids who didn't follow through with their part, but: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. they are little kids, some do not understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. some of them DO need help with homework and can not help it if their parents do not want to help them or are unable to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. some of them are passed around from sitter to sitter on Spring break because 'newsflash' their parents still have to work even though their child is off from school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...it really isn't fair in my opinion to give them homework over spring break. But I have to do what I am told. Thus, everyone gets ice cream, simply because I love them. The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-6930209393407760696?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6930209393407760696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/order-in-court.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6930209393407760696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6930209393407760696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/order-in-court.html' title='Order in the Court!'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S8tVnWqO5jI/AAAAAAAAJVU/cpjXMJhZ4LA/s72-c/3293465641_a77f520b81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-3646463430388656749</id><published>2010-04-13T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:53:19.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While having a discussion about whether or not you 'need' clothing to survive:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ya know what Mrs. G? I hope I NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER have to see a boy naked. Boys are so GROSS!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.julielenzerkirk.com/graphics/no_boys.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-3646463430388656749?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3646463430388656749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/while-having-discussion-about-whether.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/3646463430388656749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/3646463430388656749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/04/while-having-discussion-about-whether.html' title=''/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-580239158285311407</id><published>2010-03-31T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:52:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had 3 wishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454872465761683682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S7OZm0DIyOI/AAAAAAAAI8s/cgXYjRXRfzE/s320/newgovernor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds to me like someone's parents have been talking about all the budget cuts the state of VA is making to education. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think we need a new governor too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-580239158285311407?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/580239158285311407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-had-3-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/580239158285311407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/580239158285311407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-had-3-wishes.html' title='If I had 3 wishes...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S7OZm0DIyOI/AAAAAAAAI8s/cgXYjRXRfzE/s72-c/newgovernor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-6972171884808038073</id><published>2010-03-26T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:35:19.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Breaaaaak</title><content type='html'>First thing this morning as little N walked in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- "Good Morning, N!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- "Is it Spring Break after today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- "No, Honey we have one more week before Spring Break. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- "OHHHH... NOOOOO.. I CAN'T. WAIT. THAT. LONG."&lt;br /&gt;*She falls to her knees like she is in pain, clutching her chest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- "Me either, baby, me either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- "No you don't understand. I really, really can't wait that long. I NEED a break from school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- "Trust me baby. I DO understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know I am not alone. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-6972171884808038073?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6972171884808038073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-breaaaaak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6972171884808038073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6972171884808038073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-breaaaaak.html' title='Spring Breaaaaak'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-1245245403198182877</id><published>2010-03-25T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:18:41.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Talking!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>With all the chitter chatter going on constantly this &lt;em&gt;lovely &lt;/em&gt;Spring, I had a momentary "FREAKOUT" where I told them not speak another word or sound while doing their work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or... or... or... ELSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;A student says to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. G I know I am not allowed to talk right now, but I got to ask you something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*trying NOT to roll eyes* because this is probably a question I have answered AT LEAST TWICE in the last 3 minutes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can {May} I think in my head, quietly, instead of talking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the rest of them would 'think quietly in their heads' more often, my head would hurt less. Ahhh Spring is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-1245245403198182877?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1245245403198182877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-talking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1245245403198182877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/1245245403198182877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-talking.html' title='Stop Talking!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-8817745611376125556</id><published>2010-03-16T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:31:52.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An American History Lesson that I never learned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;until today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449254399235745682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S5-kATUuZ5I/AAAAAAAAI8E/wGE1_OEpak4/s320/GW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation: "George Washington was in a WAR. He was the first president." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rest assured I did not teach her that. Rest assured that I did teach her that Ole GW fought in a war. :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-8817745611376125556?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8817745611376125556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/american-history-lesson-that-i-never.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8817745611376125556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8817745611376125556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/american-history-lesson-that-i-never.html' title='An American History Lesson that I never learned.'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S5-kATUuZ5I/AAAAAAAAI8E/wGE1_OEpak4/s72-c/GW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-8130833713369404948</id><published>2010-03-09T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:57:44.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prickly little things.</title><content type='html'>At recess today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Teacher, can me and her play '&lt;b&gt;porcupines'&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T- (&lt;i&gt;wondering exactly how one would play 'porcupines' and thinking this may be a trick&lt;/i&gt;) I don't know, how exactly does someone play '&lt;b&gt;porcupines&lt;/b&gt;'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S- Well... we could just be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; porcupines and not prick anyone or anything. Would it be okay if we played 'porcupines' but promised to be nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T-Yes. You may play '&lt;b&gt;porcupines&lt;/b&gt;' but you have to promise to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; porcupines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-8130833713369404948?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8130833713369404948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/prickly-little-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8130833713369404948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8130833713369404948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/prickly-little-things.html' title='prickly little things.'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-8760765743328902285</id><published>2010-03-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:54:55.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally forgot I had this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S5Rm59GHgzI/AAAAAAAAIVs/_tI12W5a-vA/s1600-h/balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S5Rm59GHgzI/AAAAAAAAIVs/_tI12W5a-vA/s320/balls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446090995236569906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-8760765743328902285?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8760765743328902285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/totally-forgot-i-had-this-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8760765743328902285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/8760765743328902285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/totally-forgot-i-had-this-one.html' title='Totally forgot I had this one'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S5Rm59GHgzI/AAAAAAAAIVs/_tI12W5a-vA/s72-c/balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-559344480643966077</id><published>2010-03-04T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:17:34.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and they called it puppy love...</title><content type='html'>I am rather impressed with her poetry skills. Not too shabby for 1st grade... just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S5CI6UNcwvI/AAAAAAAAISk/jPqptOwjgHQ/s1600-h/loveletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445002484929839858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S5CI6UNcwvI/AAAAAAAAISk/jPqptOwjgHQ/s320/loveletter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-559344480643966077?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/559344480643966077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-they-called-it-puppy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/559344480643966077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/559344480643966077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-they-called-it-puppy-love.html' title='and they called it puppy love...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S5CI6UNcwvI/AAAAAAAAISk/jPqptOwjgHQ/s72-c/loveletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-7738473665489033365</id><published>2010-03-02T12:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:05:24.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what you think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S418bbZxEMI/AAAAAAAAIR0/fi6M7uiXG6U/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444144335214940354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S418bbZxEMI/AAAAAAAAIR0/fi6M7uiXG6U/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mrs. G, I made a picture of you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- "this is me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know some of you don't know what I look like, but yeah, I don't look like this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first person to say 'don't knock a kid's drawing', but I have a sneaky suspicion this is a picture of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it was given to me with ulterior motives...since the artist is concerned I will be calling his parents this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am very curious how one grows rainbows from their armpits...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-7738473665489033365?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7738473665489033365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me-what-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7738473665489033365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7738473665489033365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me-what-you-think.html' title='Tell me what you think...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S418bbZxEMI/AAAAAAAAIR0/fi6M7uiXG6U/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-5523717450544086373</id><published>2010-03-02T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:53:13.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;- "Whats the matter, baby? You don't look like you're very happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;-"I'm not feeling much like myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;-"I'm sorry. I hope your day gets better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;-"You know, now that I think about it, even my shadow doesn't quite look like myself." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fotoartglamour.com/pictures/shadow-fun.JPG" width="467" height="732" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-5523717450544086373?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5523717450544086373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-quite-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5523717450544086373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5523717450544086373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-quite-myself.html' title='Not quite myself'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-7923006500692333204</id><published>2010-02-23T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:56:42.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess Time Football</title><content type='html'>***it is a rule in my world that 1st graders are not allowed to play football at recess, this is due to the fact that&lt;br /&gt;1. they do not know how to play fairly/safely&lt;br /&gt;2. 3rd graders, who are HUGE share recess time with us&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't want to be responsible for any injuries/listen to arguments/deal with muddy clothing***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;S-&lt;/span&gt; Mrs. G!! You should see how&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; I am at football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;T-&lt;/span&gt;I bet, but you know you are not allowed to play football at school, so I guess I'd have to see you play somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(This is my way of reminding him he is not allowed to play and that no matter how AWESOME he is, I won't bend on the rule just to see him play.)&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;S-&lt;/span&gt;Oh I know, I know. But you see I just made this &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;UH-MAZE-ING&lt;/span&gt; play!!! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;WahOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*spins around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;T-&lt;/span&gt; How did you make an &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;UH-MAZE-ING&lt;/span&gt; play just now if you aren't supposed to be playing football? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***insert stern teacher face, because you are SO BUSTED***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;S-&lt;/span&gt;Ah... Mrs. G, we are playing &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;INVISIBLE FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt;!! Watch this!!!&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes off running*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say, the kid is pretty bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rules are, you MAY play "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;invisible football&lt;/span&gt;", but there is no tackling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-7923006500692333204?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7923006500692333204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/recess-time-football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7923006500692333204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7923006500692333204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/recess-time-football.html' title='Recess Time Football'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-7454623309694866027</id><published>2010-02-22T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:35:43.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More writing samples...</title><content type='html'>No pictures this time- since they are samples that other teachers shared with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want to see your bod."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I want to see your {surf} board.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I wish I had a man."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I wish I had a mom.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahhhhh... *teardrop*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I love you and I lick you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I love you and I like you.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-7454623309694866027?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7454623309694866027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-writing-samples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7454623309694866027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7454623309694866027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-writing-samples.html' title='More writing samples...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-3824052504018740010</id><published>2010-02-22T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:57:04.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you need a day off when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*Names have been changed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-You really need to behave for your teacher, Johnny. I am tired of seeing you in trouble everyday. Please stop giving her grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-I'm the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-What do you mean the other one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-The other one who gives her '&lt;em&gt;beef&lt;/em&gt;'. I am *Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Oh, well you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444205195231170546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S42zx8oXD_I/AAAAAAAAIR8/zv2KPfGPN3U/s320/HeadDesk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and yes, he said 'beef') I didn't realize I had anyone giving me beef. Grief, yes, but beef, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-3824052504018740010?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3824052504018740010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-you-need-day-off-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/3824052504018740010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/3824052504018740010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-you-need-day-off-when.html' title='You know you need a day off when...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S42zx8oXD_I/AAAAAAAAIR8/zv2KPfGPN3U/s72-c/HeadDesk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-4400015994092267558</id><published>2010-02-18T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:00:17.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th best day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S- This the 4th best day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Why is it the 4th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Because it wasn't as fun as the other 3 best days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444205913516676306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S420bwc-FNI/AAAAAAAAISE/P0Y61IxcI4Y/s320/Hand_4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 4th best day....duh, teach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-4400015994092267558?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4400015994092267558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/4th-best-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/4400015994092267558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/4400015994092267558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/4th-best-day-of-my-life.html' title='4th best day of my life'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S420bwc-FNI/AAAAAAAAISE/P0Y61IxcI4Y/s72-c/Hand_4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-6835562925215625428</id><published>2010-02-17T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:06:57.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be loved so much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S3wGC-VrlUI/AAAAAAAAIRI/p1LUWbs3Hnw/s1600-h/abbielove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439229098120156482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S3wGC-VrlUI/AAAAAAAAIRI/p1LUWbs3Hnw/s320/abbielove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least someone thinks so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-6835562925215625428?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6835562925215625428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-loved-so-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6835562925215625428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6835562925215625428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-loved-so-much.html' title='To be loved so much...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S3wGC-VrlUI/AAAAAAAAIRI/p1LUWbs3Hnw/s72-c/abbielove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-5709283669961045129</id><published>2010-02-17T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T06:53:57.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You should...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S3wC1SLVYdI/AAAAAAAAIRA/qk1_1ybKr3U/s1600-h/scorpians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439225564392415698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S3wC1SLVYdI/AAAAAAAAIRA/qk1_1ybKr3U/s320/scorpians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The journal topic for today was "You should...". In retrospect, not the best topic for Ash Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S3wCz2lbRhI/AAAAAAAAIQ4/Op0giic0xmc/s1600-h/donteatpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439225539805791762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S3wCz2lbRhI/AAAAAAAAIQ4/Op0giic0xmc/s320/donteatpeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-5709283669961045129?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5709283669961045129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5709283669961045129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/5709283669961045129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-should.html' title='You should...'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S3wC1SLVYdI/AAAAAAAAIRA/qk1_1ybKr3U/s72-c/scorpians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-4758714673945002846</id><published>2010-02-17T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:07:34.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm kind of a big deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;S- "Mrs. G, I am almost famous, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-"really, how come? What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-"I am a dancer. I dance really awesome. And...I live in a shiny house. Ka-CHOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*student dances all around the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-"How does that make you famous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-"Mrs. G, look at ME! I am SO famous and in your class, I can't believe you don't know this!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444207816630535474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S422KiGrBTI/AAAAAAAAISM/G56gsUWypmQ/s320/big-deal-close_display.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-4758714673945002846?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4758714673945002846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-famous-doncha-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/4758714673945002846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/4758714673945002846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-famous-doncha-know.html' title='I&apos;m kind of a big deal'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S422KiGrBTI/AAAAAAAAISM/G56gsUWypmQ/s72-c/big-deal-close_display.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-2743660526351398632</id><published>2010-02-17T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:10:10.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Innocence</title><content type='html'>So today I was teaching a lesson on Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and about part way through the conversation started to go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Mrs. G I'm not sure I get something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: well, I don't really know what you all are talking about when you say 'white people' and 'black people'. What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, they are talking about the color of people's skin. See my skin and your skin, we are considered 'white' and 'student a' and 'student b', their skin, they are considered 'black'. It doesn't mean our skin is really 'white' or 'black', people just call it that color. Its actually more of a 'peach' and 'brown' color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: I dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What don't you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: I dont think I know why it has to be 'white' or 'black'. I mean, nobody's skin is the same color and really who cares what color your skin is. We is all people, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: right. *smiling and thinking about how much more I LOVE this kid after this conversation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: What a stupid thing to care about. I just don't get it. *shakes his head in disbelief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet and innocent is that? I love little kids so much. I love pure, sweet, innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're getting closer ya'll...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444208316043557826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S422nmkA-8I/AAAAAAAAISU/5E-Vhoug-pk/s320/inter%2520racial%2520hands.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-2743660526351398632?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2743660526351398632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/pure-innocence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/2743660526351398632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/2743660526351398632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/pure-innocence.html' title='Pure Innocence'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S422nmkA-8I/AAAAAAAAISU/5E-Vhoug-pk/s72-c/inter%2520racial%2520hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-6415288450929735252</id><published>2010-02-17T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:13:13.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon Houses</title><content type='html'>Student: When I grow up I want to be on the SWAT team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oh, that's interesting, tell me why you want to be on the swat team. Sounds like a sorta dangerous job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: I want to be on the SWAT team so that I can break into bacon houses and catch bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: bacon houses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yea, you know, houses that are empty and stuff. People hide there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oh, you mean vacant houses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, bacon houses.oh ok... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444209275531284978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S423fc7t0fI/AAAAAAAAISc/TubNae9zRh0/s320/4192415114_1d94a0bdb6_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They do exist!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-6415288450929735252?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6415288450929735252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/bacon-houses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6415288450929735252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/6415288450929735252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/bacon-houses.html' title='Bacon Houses'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QALaTX_Wt5k/S423fc7t0fI/AAAAAAAAISc/TubNae9zRh0/s72-c/4192415114_1d94a0bdb6_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493703519433068249.post-7669508662797763800</id><published>2010-02-17T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T06:45:06.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>Teacher: Will you take this next door to Ms. E? *hands student a book*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: I don't know who that is. Wait, is she the ones who colors her hair orange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: yes, that's her, but she doesn't color her hair orange, that's the color she was born with.Student: *laughs* ...you so silly Mrs. G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Because everyone knows that everybody is born with brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: That's not true, now, if you have brown skin you are probably going to be born with brown hair. But if you have white skin like me and Ms. E, you could be born with blonde hair, brown hair, orange hair, all different colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: wait... *pauses* ...so, you are saying that you and Ms. E are white people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: yes, see my skin, I am a white person, it looks like Ms. E's skin, she is a white person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: *laughs* you are the silliest teacher I know Mrs. G. You can't be a white person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: and why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: because you nice.*stares at me perplexed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493703519433068249-7669508662797763800?l=conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7669508662797763800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7669508662797763800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493703519433068249/posts/default/7669508662797763800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationsfrommyclassroom.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Dana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
