This
morning one of my students, Raquel, showed up with a cute new
haircut. I told her I loved it, and this was her very
matter-of-fact reply. “You know what’s weird, Miss G.? I
got my hair cut and suddenly I looked just like Malibu Barbie.”
Ummm, no. I would say Raquel is quite a few cup sizes away from
being any kind of Barbie … not to mention the fact that she’s
brunette and shows no sign of being permanently on tiptoe. 
Room
10 was meltdown city today. Sampson, my possibly mildly autistic,
perfectionistic boy, threw an all-out fit when he wasn’t first to
finish his timed test. Grunting, chewing on his shirt, kicking
the desk, crying … the whole bit. Keep in mind that there is no
need to be the first one finished on a timed test; it’s a race against
the clock, not a race against one’s classmates. Of course, there
was no convincing Sampson of this.
Then once that simmered down, stupid Miss G. decided to play around the world with vocabulary words. Duh! 
Okay, yes, in this game you are
competing against your classmates. Let’s just say that yelling
out answers is not Sampson’s forte. Of course his opponent got
the answer out before he did. Repeat tantrum described above only
add periodic shouting of “I’m the BEST!” Sheesh, I really feel
for this poor kid. I tend toward perfectionism myself … but
really, I can’t imagine going through life with that kind of
pressure.
Well, I’m off to do what I am supposed to be doing tonight … reading the rest of Think and Grow Rich and a chapter on Sigmund Freud, the nutball. 
The train is now pulling out of Procrastination Station …
Poisoned by Fairy Tales 
Oh man, you deserve a million $ a year and a medal for being a teacher!! Two jobs I could never do – elementary school teacher and driving instructor. No way!!
Your post is always entertaining Kelly. Keep that train moving, don’t stop until you pass your last hurdle. Then, sit back and enjoy the wonders. Keep that tickerfactory moving, it still stucks at 4