Today I was told by a colleague that her son consoled another child after he had been hit in the head with a ball by saying, "dude, my mom always tells me: bros before hoes to my brother and he feels better. So, bros before hoes, man."
This is NOTHING that my colleague would ever say but at least he was empathetic enough to want to help the boy with some "encouraging" words. Ahem.
So, my pre-holiday mantra has become: Bros before Hoes... but then again... I don't have either.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Today my co-teacher had a cup of coffee on her desk. Usually it is a closed cup... today, not so much. When she went to start her planning period she reached for a sip and was poked in the nose with three pencils the first graders had dropped in the cup. Her desk usually just has an open cup for pencils. They were not ready for one that had REAL liquid in it!