And yes, he got written up for blowing my cover. January 29, 2010
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Chandler, rushing my desk with Donovan right behind: “Ms. Art! Are you a secret agent for the CIA? Because Donovan said – ”
Self, interrupting: “YES.”
It’s an all-star kind of day here on I Like Your Face, apparently. January 21, 2010
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This is not my actual water bottle, but close enough. On the other hand, how much do I wish this was my actual water bottle? Um, awesome.
Dakota, eyeballing the water bottle on my desk: Uh, Ms. Art? What is that?
Self: It’s my water bottle.
Dakota, whose imagination has demonstrated a proclivity for overactivity before: Oh. Phew. I thought it was like, somebody’s ashes or something.
This is maybe not as far out in left field as it sounds, considering the potentially off-color jokes I’d made the day before about how easily a talkative fifth-grader would fit into the kiln. With the lid CLOSED. Word travels fast.
I feel like you know a little more about this than maybe you should. January 21, 2010
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Overheard this morning…
Substitute teacher: Put your money away – if you leave it on the desk, someone could take it.
Justice: But! That is STEALING! They would be a THIEF!
Sub, I guess sensing a teachable moment? I really don’t know: Mmmhmmm, and where do thieves go?
Justice, sagely: To juvy.
Zing! January 14, 2010
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Andre, totally just looking for attention and not deserving of your sympathy, so relax already: “I’m not good at anyyyythinnnng. I can’t dooo it, it’s toooo hard…”
Gabrielle, very astute for 6: “You’re really good at complaining.”
Especially before the age of eight. January 12, 2010
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Taylor: *sniffling over a Tragic Art Mistake while I stand by, offering what are, in my opinion, totally reasonable and helpful suggestions*
Zachary: Oh, Ms. Art, I know, girls are so sensitive.
Self: *raised eyebrows*
Zachary: Believe me. I know.
