Words words words

Third grade

 6-7 seems to be on the way out.  Every once in a while it will crop back up.  I don't think that anything as meaningless as 6-7 has much staying power.

Several of my students call me, "Bruh."  It's fine.  A different teacher might make them use more proper names, but I have different battles to fight.

Yesterday a girl asked me how many more minutes until recess.  When I told her, she said, "Slay, Queen," and walked away.

Last year it was all rizz and skibidi.  

Imagine the brain power we could all free up if we didn't have to keep up on all of this....

Adam/Braeden

Adam sent me this:

 Braeden called last night to let us know about a couple of widows when they might come to Utah this summer. I wrote them in a message to you on my iPad but forgot to send it. I’ll do that later today.

 It took me a moment to realize that there was a typo and Adam had meant to type windows, not widows. As in windows Braeden's family was thinking of coming to Utah.

I think my brain stalled because it feels kind of on brand for Braeden to 1) be concerned about widows and 2) offer for them to stay with us.  That kid has a big heart.  (I guess I don't because I'm relieved we won't have boarders for the summer.)

Emma

Emma sent us the most complicated Connections game she had come up with when she was driving home.  Adam and I puzzled over it and finally called her.  She gave us hints and we still struggled.  There's clever and then there's impossible.

Here is her text:

I taught her to talk initially, but that little wordsmith took it from there.

Mark

Mark is my self appointed personal trainer.  When we walk to together and I want to turn around, he says no.  He is keeping track on his watch and he wants to keep going.  I said, "But we turned around here yesterday."

He said, "We are getting better though.  We aren't going to stick with yesterday."

And I love that.

I love words.  And my people.