A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a cute little post about one of my students. I had high hopes for this quirky little seven-year-old. I thought I was in for some good times and good stories. That was until he pulled out his imaginary shot gun, pumped the barrel, and shot me with it while I read a book to the class.
I love my job. I love my job. I’m trying to love my job!
My mouth just dropped open!
ReplyDeleteAren't kids the cutest! ha!
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@Jill - I know right!?!? My "I'm so amused by you" attitude changed to "don't you mess with me mother effer". At this time, we have an understanding. Only 9 months to go!
ReplyDelete@Mark - ha ha ha
I did that to a preschool teacher when I was about four. Not as graphically.
ReplyDelete@Vince - and I guess you turned out alright?!?! :) I like this boy so much. He is bright and funny. The hammer has dropped, so to speak, so I think we are moving forward, and I hope to not be imaginary-ly murdered in the future.
ReplyDeleteAt least it wasn't a machine gun that massacred the entire class as well as you.
ReplyDelete@Jason - Ha! I forgot about that. I remembered he shot you, but I forgot it was a machine gun and the whole class. I blame it on video games! :)
ReplyDeleteSeriously?! What is wrong with these kids??
ReplyDeleteDo you not read your own stuff. What did Siggy Freud say about the Irish.
ReplyDeleteOf course I didn't turn out right. We begin on the right and over time drift left. Totally against the stream.
@Lacy - we're too busy teaching the test!!
ReplyDelete@Vince - Ha! That's true. Well, you haven't murdered anyone have you?
Oh my god! That must have been one terrible book!
ReplyDeleteNope.
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