With this, he swung his little hand towards my face, cupped his palm and fingers around my nose, and held it there for my reaction. Honsetly, I didn't know exactly how to react. Hands full of worksheets and graded papers from the previous day, just moments before deep in thought about how I might approach the delicate challenge-but-don't-frustrate principle of effective education with my four math students, I sat there for about two seconds, bewildered and not sure what to do. I had been up for three and a half hours, even though it was 8:30am. My mind was not working quickly. So I sat. I had no choice.
"Chocolate!" I said as I leaned back, pulling my nose from the oxygen-mask shaped hand. It smelled like chocolate. I hoped it smelled like chocolate.
The little boy smiled. "Nooooooooooo..."
I got scared.
"Tooooootsie Rolls!" he said.
Thank goodness. Because you never know.
Gifts from students so far:
-drawing of a flaming skull (attempted on one side, drawn to completion on the other)
-plastic/rubber raptor-claw necklace without the cord
-the fact that every time there's an unnamed man in a story, it's automatically "Mr. Williams"
2 comments:
Hey James! It's Sarah Goldberg. What an adventure, teaching in the great wild west! I've enjoyed reading your posts/ watching some video. =) My younger brothers used to try that "smell my hand" or "smell my finger" (even more sketchy) thing all the time. Drove me nuts! haha. Glad to hear it was just tootsie rolls. Well, I hope your experiences continue to be good ones. You'll be in my prayers! God bless!
Haha. I love this post. I'm glad it was only a tootsie roll smell. I doubt they pay you (or any other teacher) enough to smell non-food items. Your kids sound adorable. Good luck w/ everything!
-Paris
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