May 19, 2008

Studentisms 1.0

As an 8th grade Science teacher, I happen across humorous exchanges from time to time. Some of them are between a couple of 13-yr olds, and some of them are between a 13-yr old and me. I'll be posting every now and then to relate these conversations for a couple of purposes. First and most important: entertainment value. Secondly, I won't have to remember them if they're written down somewhere. And a factor that just came up one night over dinner with Ted's sister and brother-in-law was that there are kids just coming into their teen years and we, as adults, often know little about what they're like, let alone how to relate to them. These "isms" should shed a little light.


Luis: (6th grader, pre-pubescent) Hey miss - I just saw you have a sweat mark on your shirt. I just saw it right now when you raised your arms.

me: Oh brother. It's just sweat. Everybody sweats - it's a fact of nature.

Luis: I don't sweat. I got people.


Next:

me: I have an announcement to make that actually doesn't concern any of you, but which I'm very excited about.
Jennifer: Are you having a baby???

entire class: AAAGHHHH OH MY GOSH YOU'RE PREGNANT THAT IS SO AWESOME ARE YOU GOING TO NAME IT AFTER ME YOU'RE NOT EVEN SHOWING ARE YOU GOING TO FINISH THE SCHOOL YEAR I'M GOING TO MISS YOU IS IT A BOY OR GIRL???!!!?

Milton (a boy, of course): I'll take care of it! You can bring it to school and I'll breast-feed it! [makes motions of holding and nursing a baby]

me: [laughing hysterically] Um, no, I'm not pregnant. I just wanted to tell you guys that I passed all 3 of my CSET exams, which means that part of my teacher certification is over.
Jennifer: Oh. It'd be better if you were having a baby.



Next one:


Sandra: (after I explained a project we'll be doing called "Adopt an Element") When I turn 18 I'm going to adopt a boy who's 19 and call him my baby.
me: Hm. Well, for now you've got the responsibility for an element baby.
Sandra: But an element can't love me back...


Next one:



Ionie: Miss Allison, why did you put "Asses" in the test? Aren't you supposed to not swear? You always tell US not to.
me: That's "assess". It means "analyze" or "evaluate." Learn to spell.
Ionie: Oh. hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
Surrounding students: hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
me: Okay, okay, calm down. Get your assess back to work.
Students: hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe





me: (Teaching about objects in space) If the moon doesn't give off its own light, and the planets don't give off their own light, what's in space that does give off light?
Students: The Sun!
me: That's one object, yes. What else gives off light?
Juan, also known as Man Whore: (grinning like a Cheshire) Your smile.
me: Kiss-up.


A follow-up to that one:


me: How does the moon give off light?
Silence.
Steven: A bunch of people with flashlights shine them on it.


Back in February:

Milton: Miss Allison, could you keep this present in your closet until Valentime's Day?
me: I'll keep it here, yes, but you know it's ValentiNe's Day, right? With an N?
Milton: Valenti..Vale...ValentiMe's Day. Yeah, that's what I said.


You get the picture of the darlings I get to hang around with daily... More to come, I'm sure.

5 comments:

Michelle Glauser said...

Hilarious. Thanks for the laughs. It reminds me of the student who asked me if we could reduce the amount of reading and the other student who emailed me saying that his sleeping time overlapped with my class. Yeah . . .

Kizzycakes said...

i'm glad you're seeing the humor in your job. i was beginning to think you didn't like it :)

Anonymous said...

The only way to survive that job is to laugh, and laugh frequently! You're doing a great job!

Love the pregnancy one. And Assess! Oh my gosh, the masses ARE asses! Thank you for educating them!

Stacey said...

Awesome! Can't wait for Studentisms 2.0...

Kristi David said...

So funny. I want to be one of your students. Can I audit? I promise I wouldn't say anything too off.

P.S. I want Luis' people!

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