Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Lessons Learned in Kindergarten

Me: "What does your father do?"
Student: "My father is an office worker."
Me: (to a different student) "What does your father do?"
Student: "My father drinks!"

Me: "What color is the bush?"
Harry: "Blue."
Me: "No, not blue, Harry. It's green."
Harry: (grabs blue crayon and scribbles over bush) "No, blue."

Me: "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Student: "I have a brother."
Me: "Does your brother like to play with you?"
Student: "No, hits."

Me: "How are you today, Lynn?"
Lynn: "I am happy and sad and hungry and very, very, very so-so!"

Me: "What did you have for breakfast today, Sam?"
Sam: "Rice."
Me: "What did you have for breakfast today, Eddy?"
Eddy: "Eggs and frogs!"

Isaac: (pointing excitedly to a picture of a dolphin) "Goldfish!"

My little girls, from my second kindy class: Amber, Lynn, Erin, and Liz

Cali and Amy, from my first kindy class. Cali helps Amy whenever she doesn't understand something. I have a feeling Cali may grow up to be a teacher.

Harry and Jay, also from the first class.

Sweet little Erin, who loves to sit with me between classes.

They're a handful, but they're also a lot of fun! (Now where's Sam?)

1 comment:

Kuri said...

(Me: "What does your father do?"
Student: "My father is an office worker."
Me: (to a different student) "What does your father do?"
Student: "My father drinks!")

kids definitely say the darndest things. that is so cute in a slightly interesting way

"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"