We stood on the stairs, waiting for the bell to ring. It was 2:59, the end of a very long day. Their excited speech echoed through the stairwell. It took all the energy I had left to keep them in line and not screaming.
I was talking to one student when I looked up a few steps. Ms. Fruity (self-proclaimed nickname of one of my third graders) turned and pressed her face against the cold white stones of the wall and sniffed. “The wall smells like fart.”
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Kids are so funny. I’m glad you captured this. I wonder what else you can capture that maybe can turn into a longer piece.
LOL. I guess it could have been much, much worse! The things kids think!
oh dear. Real life. You can’t make this stuff up! Thank you for sharing Ms. Fruity’s thoughts today.
Ha ha- never boring, eh?! I have a feeling there could be more stories about this Ms. Fruity! Hope so.
So many…
This is great. The title had me prepared for something very profound, but what I really needed was the laugh you provided.
That kid has earned her nickname! 🙂 🙂 🙂
I love it! This is the fun of teaching. And the fun of reading these blogs. Thank you for the chuckle!
Hahahaha! Loved this slice and how you ended it… I have so many questions about her statement!