Today I had to have a little heart-to-heart with the kids about why they shouldn’t just randomly lick their hands. This comes after two days of seeing fingers in mouths, random palm licking, the popping of spit bubbles, and the stretching of spit strings between fingers. 
How could I not have known what a big difference there is between the average second grader and third grader? Did I really sign up to do this?
At lunch today April told Ashley that she hates her and wants to kill her. 
Fantastic. Of course, April denies ever saying such a thing, but unfortunately, Ashley doesn’t really have enough going on upstairs to fabricate such stories. April’s response went something like this … “I don’t kill people; I don’t even use knives.” Well, okay then. 
She then followed that up with “But my dad does.” I guess she read the shocked look on my face and quickly clarified that her dad doesn’t kill people … he just uses knives in the house to cut things. Whew!
I have my fingers crossed that the AC people finally come tomorrow to fix my perpetually broken air conditioner. The classroom tends to take on an overwhelming funkiness after lunch, especially when it’s stuffy … maybe you all remember the sweaty head smell from your younger years? I guess I shouldn’t complain; my colleague had to temporarily relocate her classroom to the teacher’s lounge because a skunk died beneath her classroom and they can’t remove it without taking out the floor. Yuck!
And so ends another day in Room 10 … or at least I hope so. I’ve been dreaming about my class every night since school started … I’m hoping for a break tonight, so I’m going to go think some happy non-school-related thoughts and cross my fingers!
Quote of the Day:
“You can get the monkey off your back, but that doesn’t mean the circus is gonna leave town.”
Poisoned by Fairy Tales 
Oh Lord, there was a dead skunk under our house years and years ago. It was there when we moved into the house and we didn’t know it and we could only smell it when the wind blew from a certain direction. It was awful. Finally Bear man, my personal hero, tore the floor up, found it and disposed of it properly….ick. So I’m betting unless they get that thing out from under her class in a while the smell will come back as the scent glands decay. ooeeyuck!
I LOVE your quote today.
What is it with kids and spit?
You inspire me so much…. Just thought you should know!