This week we’re playing a review game in class, so whenever I walk down the halls in the second grade building I get students yelling at me “TEACHER! Come into our class!” which is sweet and all, but I try not to let it get to my head, seeing as they’re doing it because they know it’s a game day. On a normal day, it’s nothing like that.
Today as I walked down the hall 2.2 students (girls, by the way. 16 year old girls) pressed their faces up to the window and started yelling at me.
Emily Teacher! Today you are most beautiful!
Ah! Your dress! It is very blue!
Your face is so white and shiney!
YOUR HAIR IS LIKE BABY.
Your stockings are so schexy!
… my hair is like baby. I can’t even…