Crazy!
Katie Beth and I can both attest to this. She has seven (yes 7) younger siblings, and I have four. It's a good thing I love kids, because wow, it looks like I plan on working with them some day!
Oddly enough, kids (or students, as I should really call the children I'm teaching) bring out the weirdness in me, the eccentricities that are almost embarrassing. I find myself saying things like, "Let's do this for the halibut, because we like fish!" (a saying I got from another crazy, beloved teacher) or things like, "As much as you guys like each other, it's not appropriate to hang all over one another," (to a couple of middle school boys who can't stop messing around with each other), or taking my baton (because I teach music) and balancing it on my nose, point down while I'm waiting for the students to notice that I'm trying to get them quiet so we can either start the day or continue with whatever we were doing before they got distracted.
I've also been known to completely lick my baton, suck on the handle, and then stick it in my armpit and scratch my back in front of the kids on several different occasions just to get them to quit touching it. Oh the awesome ideas I get from my cooperating teacher.
The weirdness last night was very obvious however, not with my students, but with my six-year-old little sister, LA, who decided that she would use Mom's camera (I'm living at home during my student teaching) to take pictures of me while we were waiting for my other little sister, MA, so they could watch a short movie.
Behold:
Me being normal:
Me pondering being weird:
Me trying to scare LA:
Yeah...
~H
Michael's right. That's terrifying. But not as terrifying as the time your mom shot us with the Nerf gun.
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