So this morning I was out with the kids waiting for the bell to ring for them to go inside (I do this every morning, we have interesting conversations) I always try to encourage the children to wear proper outerwear... so I say to one of them that she should consider wearing a coat. She says that she did. I argue that her lightweight half sweatshirt doesn't count as a coat. She says it's warm enough. I say something to the effect of: I was so chilly this morning that I considered wearing 4 or 5 shirts. Someone else says that I should have considered 17. (this is how my students talk to me, disrespectful, sarcastic little things) I let the conversation go. I drink my coffee. Then Evan (not directly in the previous conversation) says to me "You look like you ate too much food last Thanksgiving and you never got rid of it all" I turn to him, shocked. You can push too far, I am all for banter, but I have my limits... At the start of his statement the door opened and Tamie (the principal) happened to walk outside. Both of us are staring at him in shock. Evidently he had said "You'd..." and no one heard the 'd on the end and was referring to the 17 shirt wearing me, not me in general, the boy could get into some trouble if he doesn't learn to enunciate clearly...
Then, this afternoon, one of my sped kiddos, after telling me he really wants to be in choir to do "rerformances" (I said no, at least not until he can avoid throwing things about the room when he gets a little upset) He did ask very sweetly, I felt a little bad saying no. Then he slips his arm around my waist, lays his head on my shoulder and says, "Miss Olson, I like this shirt because I can see your skeleton when you wear it." Evidently, by skeleton, he meant my collar bones.
So today, I have been told that I look like I am still stuffed from last year's thanksgiving dinner and that I am skeletal. Hopefully, in truth, I am somewhere in between.
