So my roommate just got home. She teaches first grade. She has lots of stories, but this one cracked me up more than the rest.
As in any class, she's got a couple of ...difficult...children. Often by a couple months into the school year, I can start to guess who it is she's talking about when she starts telling me a story. This story, as do so many others this year, stars a little boy we shall call S.
Friday is the last day of school. Tomorrow they will be cleaning the classroom...cleaning out their desks, and washing out the grime, etc.
So S decided that today he would color the entire inside of his desk with a white crayon. Why?
So he would "have something to clean tomorrow."
As in any class, she's got a couple of ...difficult...children. Often by a couple months into the school year, I can start to guess who it is she's talking about when she starts telling me a story. This story, as do so many others this year, stars a little boy we shall call S.
Friday is the last day of school. Tomorrow they will be cleaning the classroom...cleaning out their desks, and washing out the grime, etc.
So S decided that today he would color the entire inside of his desk with a white crayon. Why?
So he would "have something to clean tomorrow."
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