Those college girls who moved in across the street have not parked in front of my house since I exploded in their faces a while back. But they do provide entertainment. Yesterday, we heard something and stepped out the front door to see what it was, One of those girls was sitting on the front porch steps YELLING at her mother through the phone. We heard, "Send me money! I don't have any effing clothes to wear!" DEMANDING this. To her MOTHER. And, if I were to judge by the cars those girls drive- brand new and very expensive- I'd say she'll get that money even though she was a total spoiled bitch about it. I'll be posting more about this on the Grits at a later date.
I love conversations between 4 year olds. And I totally appreciate their honesty.
Two of them were sitting on the bench with me at dismissal on Wednesday looking at H's pictures she had created in class that day.
R: Why is this one not beautiful like the other one?
H: Because I just scribbled this one.
Gotta love it. Nothing but truth. No one got upset either. An honest question was asked and an honest answer was given. Too bad we adults aren't more like these littles.
Can I be 4 again? Please?
I realized this week how I love the sounds of our students entering the building in the mornings. Their voices reflect happiness and enthusiasm and remind me to put the same energy into the time I share with them.
Until the first and second graders come in and all I hear is, "Well, HE said I should do it like that." and "Well, SHE came over to my computer and ..." and "I tried to tell them to be quiet." Overandoverandoverandover again and again and again. Good Lord! I've never witnessed such finger pointing and tattle-telling in my life! This is when the energy I put in changes a bit. I have to use my teacher voice and put a stop to it. Or eat some chocolate. Or drink a bottle of wine. Through a straw. Sheesh.
One last school fragment- what do you get on a low-country, Friday afternoon when the AC at school stops working? A school full of grumpy women, THAT'S what.
Thank God for the weekend! I'd not live through another school day this week. :)\
Keep hope alive, y'all!