Sorry for the radio silence as of late. March can be a tough time – conferences, objectives, report cards, and IEP/ISP meetings have swallowed much of my time. Working on my increasingly beautiful new home has taken up the rest.
The kids remain as hilarious as ever. Today, I received two different notes from fifth graders, each of them purposely made to look like they were trying to forge a note from their parents. No, I did not word that in an unnecessarily complicated manner. The part they found hilarious was making it obvious that they were the ones writing the note… making a big show during snack of writing it and of using bad grammar and spelling and whatnot.
The first went like this:
Please let me go to school. I need to learn about scientific proof about precipatation. I have a WEdding to go to so Ms. Trison please not forpoint.
From (—)
My reply, on the same piece of paper:
Dear (student’s name),
What???
From,
Mrs. Tryson
The second one read:
Dear Mrs tryson
do not Let me go to school today I have a dog apointment please not atte ym niotps today.
The explanation she gave for the second part was that she was trying to write the note backwards. It came out sideways.
My job is so surreal sometimes. I find myself uttering sentences that I never thought would come out of someone’s mouth. “Why are you dancing the hula in your chair?” “So you’re saying you’re secretly a squirrel.” “She has a wedgie, get over it.”
I’m looking forward to regaining my appreciation for the hilarity. As the overwhelming workload lightens, that should be more possible.
The Lox of Knowledge 