Some of my kids definitely have MORE than enough attitude.
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It happened on a Thursday. The Thursday of our first full week back at school, finally. I was standing at my classroom door, exchanging pleasantries with another adult. It was the end of the day. We were all anxiously awaiting the bell that releases the herd homeward. Girl walked out of my room and down the hall.
Me: Where are you going?
I'm not sure why these kids feel like they can walk out of the room without asking. This has been a problem with more than one student on more than one occasion.
Girl: To the music room. (as she keeps walking, mind you)
Me: Why? (still walking, of course)
Finally, she stops to turn and respond.
Grr! Fifth grade attitude!
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At the end of Math groups one afternoon, said loud enough for all groups to hear...
Girl in other group: You can't call me stupid, but you can call me an idiot. My daddy said so.
Class laughs.
Boy in my group: They're the same thing.
Girl: No they're not. My dad told me they're not the same.
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Agenda note from me: Spent most of the day and recess working on assignments he owes me.
After returning from my lovely 'outside duty' (where I make sure kids aren't making poor decisions in our front lawn as they go home), I had the privilege of calling Boy's house.
Apparently boy told the adults that the reason he spent a lot of the half-day working on unfinished assignments is (you'll never guess!) he wasn't allowed to come to school on the snow day this week like all the other students who had assignments that weren't turned in.
Amazingly enough, the parents called the school to confirm that. Our wonderfully, amazing secretary told them that the school was closed on the snow day. Yet, I too had to call and have a 10 minute conversation about this.
Me: I guarantee that the only person here on the snow day was a lonely custodian, shoveling snow like crazy.
Adult: Ok. Boy told me (insert above ridiculous statement).
Me: Nope. No students or teachers came to school on Wednesday.
And the conversation continued.
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I have a student who is supposedly moving... one of these days. Friday was actually supposed to be his last day.
Boy: Mom decided we should come on Monday because of the Valentine's party. We're moving this weekend, but she's going to drive us here on Monday.
Later, I heard him tell someone else that Wednesday will be his last day. Maybe he's not really leaving...
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I have some story-tellers in my classroom. I often have a difficult time knowing exactly how much of their story is made up and how much of it is true, if any. I'm pretty certain, for example, that Girl did not travel from Kansas to visit the Aztec, Incan, or Mayan ruins last summer!
" Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive! "
Sir Walter Scott