Okay. So today was a pretty normal day.
My 5th graders were amazing, as usual. I tried a new vocabulary strategy (word mapping) and it worked out wonderfully. Then we played kickball (in place of PE since the PE teacher was away at a PE teacher conference), and Ivan almost took my head off while Carlos ran through the mud, all of which made me laugh so hard that I almost peed myself.
Lunch was uneventful considering I ate my lunch for breakfast since I was late this morning and didn't have time to eat breakfast. (This is becoming a habit, by the way, that needs to stop.)
My 6th graders (whom I have after lunch on Mondays and Tuesdays) were their typical mouthy selves, which usually doesn't bother me. Today, however, I let it irritate me, and my lesson didn't turn out quite as well as I would have hoped. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Now after school, I was walking to the office for something (which I probably forgot en route--a habit I am apparently very fond of) when I saw a huge group of students crowded around the outside wall of the 1st grade classroom. Upon further investigation, I discovered that they were looking at a HUGE FREAKIN' TARANTULA. Listen people, I don't know how many of you have actually seen a wild tarantula before, but they are sick little beings. They are fat and hairy and just ugly. I still get the chills just thinking of my near-death experience with this vicious monster.
So I run to get my boss, John, and he tells me that Marcio (our maintenance guy) already knows about it and that his little PRE-KINDER son is playing with it! What the heck is going on here?! (At this point I realized that I had my camera, so I got my roommate to take a picture of the beast. See below.) Eventually Marcio decided to move the demon to the flower pot right outside Weezie's window (a decision she was clearly not in agreement with), and all immediate disasters were avoided. However, I did learn something very important: I FREAKING HATE TARANTULAS.
Julie
My 5th graders were amazing, as usual. I tried a new vocabulary strategy (word mapping) and it worked out wonderfully. Then we played kickball (in place of PE since the PE teacher was away at a PE teacher conference), and Ivan almost took my head off while Carlos ran through the mud, all of which made me laugh so hard that I almost peed myself.
Lunch was uneventful considering I ate my lunch for breakfast since I was late this morning and didn't have time to eat breakfast. (This is becoming a habit, by the way, that needs to stop.)
My 6th graders (whom I have after lunch on Mondays and Tuesdays) were their typical mouthy selves, which usually doesn't bother me. Today, however, I let it irritate me, and my lesson didn't turn out quite as well as I would have hoped. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Now after school, I was walking to the office for something (which I probably forgot en route--a habit I am apparently very fond of) when I saw a huge group of students crowded around the outside wall of the 1st grade classroom. Upon further investigation, I discovered that they were looking at a HUGE FREAKIN' TARANTULA. Listen people, I don't know how many of you have actually seen a wild tarantula before, but they are sick little beings. They are fat and hairy and just ugly. I still get the chills just thinking of my near-death experience with this vicious monster.
So I run to get my boss, John, and he tells me that Marcio (our maintenance guy) already knows about it and that his little PRE-KINDER son is playing with it! What the heck is going on here?! (At this point I realized that I had my camera, so I got my roommate to take a picture of the beast. See below.) Eventually Marcio decided to move the demon to the flower pot right outside Weezie's window (a decision she was clearly not in agreement with), and all immediate disasters were avoided. However, I did learn something very important: I FREAKING HATE TARANTULAS.
Julie
Note: I took the second picture myself. Yay Julie!
2 comments:
Yay! You're alive! Feel free to call me anytime you are able; I quit my day job and am back to being a house-mommy, lol. I've taken pictures of most of the freaky bugs I've come across here in VA, but none are as flat-out scary as a tarantula. Glad to see you didn't die of a heart attack :-)
~Jenn~
Here's the good part -
I love you!!!
Here's the bad part -
I freakin miss you.
Here's the sappy part -
I am SO incredibly proud of you. You're amazing in every single way and more people should be like you.
<3 Jayme Lyn
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