Spelling Bee

"Miss H., how do you spell Christmas?" Ten seconds later.... "Miss H., how do you spell Thanksgiving?" Fifteen seconds later.... "Miss H., how do you spell Halloween?"

I must have shown some exasperation on my face because Brian, the spelling interrogator, said, "Miss H., you must get tired of having to spell things all the time. That's what you get for being a teacher."

Mi Culpa

Mario had been absent for several days, so when he came to school this morning, I asked if he was feeling better. He responded, "Oh, I haven't been sick. My grandma had a heart attack." My jaw dropped, and I gave him a hug. I told him how sorry I was and I asked when the funeral was going to be.

A look of pure horror flashed across his face as he exclaimed, "She's not dead! She's just in the hospital!"

Whoops.

Hollywood

Today, I was discussing my recent engagement with the biggest troublemaker in the fifth grade, Jaqueem. I showed him how men ask women to be their wives by getting down on one knee and explained to him that one day, he would do the same thing. His response:

"Nah, Miss H. I am gonna be a Hollwood playa like Ray Jay."

Advice

I experienced a life-changing event this past weekend, so I was elated to share the news with my class and hear their reactions. I gave my students clues, such as, "He got down on one knee," and "We are going to have a celebration." After they realized I am engaged, they peppered me with questions and suggestions. My favorite one was how to spend my honeymoon:

"Y'all should go to the waterpark. That place is tight."

Definitely within the budget.

King of the Wild Frontier

I asked my students to write a letter to an American hero. Pedro, an adorable boy with a devilish smile, wrote his letter to Davey Crockett:

"Dear Davey Crockett,
Why do you wear a dead raccoon on your head? Does its dead raccoon skin stick to your head? If not, that is still descosting (disgusting)."