Overheard in School by my other 9-year-old kiddos

Started by Scott, November 13, 2007, 08:05:43 PM

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Overheard in School by my other 9-year-old kiddos & more


The 9-year-old Matchmaker

9-year-old: Sir, right, you love to read books?

me: Yup. Why do you ask?

9-year-old: 9-year-old: (gets excited, with glow in the eyes) I have a Tita who loves to read books. You know, you can be soul mates!



Sir, are you an American?

7-year-old:(Boy raises hand in the middle of my Grade One Reading class.) Sir, excuse me…

me: Yes (insert name)?

7-year-old: Are you an American?

me: (grins, presses own chin) No. Why do you want to know?

7-year-old: …because you sound like one.     


--during the first day of school






--cycle: motorcycle, unicycle, popsicle!

me: Anybody else who can give me a word with the suffix â€"cycle?

9-year-old: (raises hands) …bicycle!

me: That’s right! Do I see another hand? Yes (insert name)? What do you have?

9-year-old: (thinks for a split-second, then blurts out an answer with conviction) POPSICLE!

(class laughs out loud)

me: (poker-faced) Nice try (insert name). What about another word…





Goosebumps in my Stomach

teacher A: This is my first time to be in Card Day.

teacher B: I see.

teacher A:  I’m nervous…

teacher B:  Please don’t be. You know, even though if I’ve been doing this for so many years, I still have goose bumps in my stomach.



--overheard by me, seated one table away





One of the reasons why I won’t trade the Lower Elementary Grades for any other level.

Inspired by a website. From memory, I will start entries like this, in between classes.



I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

Brownman

Consider pleasures as they depart, Not as they come.

Macky Ferniz

Goosebumps in my Stomach - haha, nice one.

Just like the one I overheard (this is real and not made up). In Saudi, there are many 500cc motorcycle gangs. When two groups meet, they will always engage in an exhibition or 'pasikat' contest like wheelie or tire scretching. I overheared one motorist shouting 'eat my heart out' instead of 'eat your heart out'. This is the price for trying-hard.