I realize this may be somewhat of a letdown for some who were expecting something really crazy...but to me, kind reader, this really is hilarious. Maybe I just have a weird sense of humor. This is what I found in Diamond's desk:
What surprises me is that she constructed this house discreetly enough for me not to bust her on it until it was completely done. I don't know if this is testament to her sneakiness, or my complete and utter lack of sight. Also, I am constantly hounding on her to pay attention but it is clear that she is not despite my continued warnings.
After being lectured, Diamond asked if she should throw away her masterpiece. I told her not to because I wanted to take a picture [for my blog]. Shameful. This blog has made me sacrifice what little shred of teacher-integrity I had left. But -- looking at that picture at the top of the page -- I'm glad I now have it immortalized on the internet because, like the "Traffic Light Kite", it'll make me smile after a bad day.
2 comments:
Oh, my, wow. Holy mother of pants. So, I'm a friend and co-worker of Kathy's. I migrated over here from Kathy and Dave's road trip blog to ask you whether you might be willing to answer a few questions about our mutual alma mater, since another co-worker's kid is considering applying there, and I'm rapidly gathering crust ('97). So um, might you be willing to do so?
Also, I'm trying not to psychoanalyze your students, but I'm thinking D is exhibiting a strong nesting impulse. And did I say, wow?
-Christia
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HA! Any friend of Kathy's is a friend of mine. Also, anyone who says "holy mother of pants" is obviously my soulmate.
Totally would be happy to answer any questions, ask away -- I'll put my email in my profile.
And you're totally right about D's maternal instincts. She is constantly out of her chair doing other people's classwork for them. Drives me bananas.
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