Kids Are Weird
Sometimes I love my job. Sometimes I hate my job. Sometimes my job confuses the hell out of me.
The fifth graders I work with were completly done with their work the other day, and I told them I didn't care what they did, as long as they were quiet about it. Ten minutes later, I had eight kids sprawled out on the floor staring up at the celing. Some ( Read more... )
The fifth graders I work with were completly done with their work the other day, and I told them I didn't care what they did, as long as they were quiet about it. Ten minutes later, I had eight kids sprawled out on the floor staring up at the celing. Some ( Read more... )
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....wow.
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