Yesterday, as I was greeting all of my cute Kindergartners for PE, one little girl came up and gave me a HUGE hug and afterward said:
(as she stared at my neck) "What's that?"
I was wearing my whistle and assumed she was talking about the string attached to it that I was wearing around my neck. So, I said:
"Oh, that's the string for my whistle."
She continued to look insistently at my neck and pointed and said, "No, what's that???!!!"
I turned and looked where her finger was pointing.
She was pointing to the huge mole that I have on the back of my neck.
I said to her, "Oh, that's just my mole."
She said, "Well, why don't you just POP it or something!"
Nice.
Kindergartners definitely aren't afraid to tell you how it is...
I think it's time to have my mole removed!
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Manic Monday
So. Yesterday I spent the ENTIRE morning getting a hair makeover!
Yes! Finally! I found someone who I felt worthy to do my hair. She is cute, sweet, experienced, and oh-so-willing to consult, cut, and hi-light just the way I like it.
Anyway, after a much needed new-DO...I rushed to the Elementary School to teach 3 hours of PE.
Nothing gives you a better self-esteem boost, especially after a new haircut, than 2nd, 3rd, and 4th graders saying "Hey! You cut your hair" or "Hey! I really like your hair." or "Hey! I love your hair Mrs. D."
My self-esteem boost, however, was briefly put on hold during a PE softball game when I called a young 4th grade girl "OUT." She was so mad at me for calling her "OUT" that she sat in the corner, cried, and told all her friends that she "HATES" me.
{{How do I know she hates me, you might ask? Well, in the 4th grade, everyone likes to be in-the-know and likes to make sure if you're not in-the-know that they get you in-the-know.
So. That's how I know.}}
Yes! Like, I said, my self-esteem boost was only briefly put on hold and I was still feeling pretty great until 3 hours later...walking down the hall to greet Taylor and take her home...the look on her face (puzzled and strange) said it all...
But, the look wasn't enough, she just. had. to. say. it. out. LOUD..."Mom, you look funny!"
What a drag!
If this is was Elementary School is like, I am so glad I'm not teaching Middle School!
Yes! Finally! I found someone who I felt worthy to do my hair. She is cute, sweet, experienced, and oh-so-willing to consult, cut, and hi-light just the way I like it.
Anyway, after a much needed new-DO...I rushed to the Elementary School to teach 3 hours of PE.
Nothing gives you a better self-esteem boost, especially after a new haircut, than 2nd, 3rd, and 4th graders saying "Hey! You cut your hair" or "Hey! I really like your hair." or "Hey! I love your hair Mrs. D."
My self-esteem boost, however, was briefly put on hold during a PE softball game when I called a young 4th grade girl "OUT." She was so mad at me for calling her "OUT" that she sat in the corner, cried, and told all her friends that she "HATES" me.
{{How do I know she hates me, you might ask? Well, in the 4th grade, everyone likes to be in-the-know and likes to make sure if you're not in-the-know that they get you in-the-know.
So. That's how I know.}}
Yes! Like, I said, my self-esteem boost was only briefly put on hold and I was still feeling pretty great until 3 hours later...walking down the hall to greet Taylor and take her home...the look on her face (puzzled and strange) said it all...
But, the look wasn't enough, she just. had. to. say. it. out. LOUD..."Mom, you look funny!"
What a drag!
If this is was Elementary School is like, I am so glad I'm not teaching Middle School!
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