The Third Grade

There are times when my 3rd grade students do strange things, causing me to wonder if I did things like that when I was that age. Of course, I wasn't in special education, but my kids aren't all that different from the regular kiddos. Today a boy asked me if he could sharpen his pencil (for the 3rd time in an hour) and I said no, causing him to have a class 4 temper tantrum (4 outta 5 is pretty bad) and cry like a little girl. Then he threw his whole pencil box on the floor, which exploded upon contact, leaving little bits of crayon shavings and colored pencils everywhere. When I told him to pick it up he yelled something in Spanish and buried his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. I felt so evil, but seriously, stop breaking your pencil!!!!

Anyway, I thought it would be fun to look back on my 3rd grade year. So here I am, moccasins and all. Note the hairy legs, which resulted in me being called Chewbacca for the next 9 years.