My students truly astound me sometimes. How so much wisdom, cuteness, and craziness can be crammed into such a little person is a mystery. Sometimes, I wonder if they have any idea just how adorable they are.
Yesterday I let E5-A, one of my advanced classes, play with the sticky ball for the last six minutes of class, since they had been really good for their whole lesson. They love the sticky ball! I draw a dartboard on the board with different points for each section, and then the kids throw the ball and try to get the highest total score. For the older classes, like this one, I make things more interesting by adding a "-2" ring to the target.
The kids were happily taking turns, and I went to throw the ball to Meg. I didn't throw it far enough, and it landed at Jake's feet. Now Jake is a charming, precocious child who is always coming up with something cute or clever to say, and yesterday was no exception.
"Teacher, it's my turn!" He claimed.
"No, Jake, give the ball to Meg," I instructed.
"But Teacher," Jake insisted, "it's my turn. God gave me the ball!"
Last week, E5-A was working on a lesson from their Backpack book (I really like that curriculum), when I suddenly noticed that the boys were whispering amongst themselves. I asked them what was going on, and they held up their books to show me the picture that was at the root of their conversation. The picture showed a violin teacher (a man) with his arm around his student (a girl), showing her how to hold her instrument properly.
"Oh, Teacher!" Jake cried. "That music teacher is a very bad man!"
Is it any wonder I leave E5-A laughing every day?
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