So “Tom” comes into my room last Friday with a wrapped box and hands it to me. I thank him, and a few minutes after he leaves I open it so I can write him a quick thank you card before the vacation starts and well lets just say the contents startled me
I am not much of a whiskey drinker, actually I hate it. But I still love the thought. I mean I have gotten wine, even got a bottle of wine with the students picture on it. But JD brings it to another realm.
I was working with a fourth grade class and we were looking at insulators and conductors. They students were working in groups of three and each group had a battery, light bulb and socket and three test leads with alligator clips. The assignment was to have an open circuit and the students would put various items between the test leads to see which items were insulators or conductors. They were all moving around and working well when I heard a boy shout from the back of the room in a real burn-out accent (whatever that means) “Don’t taze me bro!” and he was holding the electrodes towards his chest. His team mates laughed and I laughed inside and they went right back to work.
Last period yesterday about 20 minutes left in the day and two boys ask to use the bathroom. I send them on their way and continue the lesson. The come back pretty quickly so no harm, no foul, except when they return Randy tells me “Mr. R there were two boys from Mr. B’s second grade class and they were peeing all over the bathroom.” I ask if they knew who they were and they said “no” so I called Mr. B’s room and a substitute answers, which is never a good thing. I ask the sub which boys just returned from the bathroom and she says she doesn’t know their names. I ask her to send them to me, and they walk in. One looks at me with a look of horror and unable to speak, the other just walks in. I ask Randy which boy or was it both and he tells me which one it is. So I ask the boy why is he here and he stares at me and says nothing. I then ask him if he knows why he is here and he nods and I see his eyes well up with tears. I ask him if he thinks what he did was wrong and he nods and starts crying. Right about then his teacher is walking by and asks what happened “I said I was told what happened but I want to know if it is true and Timmy won’t tell me.” He tells me he will follow up with it and takes Timmy and the other boy back to the class. I ask the the two boys that witnessed it to write what happened so I could give it to the classroom teacher and assistant principal. I got their statements and here is an edited version.
I was in Mr. R’s class and went with Frank to the bathroom and when I walked in the boy from Mr. B’s class starting peeing all over the toilets, then he turned around and peed on the radiator, it was disgusting.
It reminded me of being in my early 20’s in Brussels and walking around and finding their most famous statue
