Head and Shoulders...

**Warning: the following classroom story is rated PG-13 by the Senora Kizziah associated press**

It's body part time in Spanish II! One of my most favorite chapters to teach, mostly because it's like being a kid again; complete with Simon Says (Simon Dice), Put the cast on the body part (Pin the tail on the donkey), and OF COURSE head and shoulders, knees and toes. 

After completing a very inbred looking body diagram on the board, I proceeded to teach the students the very classic "Head, shoulders, knees and toes" including hand motions and 3 time repetition speeding up each time (read, I make a complete fool of myself in front of a bunch of teenagers who already had me rated pretty low on the cool-meter).

Here are the words to the song, Spanish style...

Cabeza (head), 

Hombros (shoulders), 

Piernas (Legs), 

Pies (feet) 

Piernas, Pies

Repeat 2 times

Ojos (eyes)

Orejas (ears)

Boca (mouth)

Y nariz (nose)

Repeat 1st first verse.

Anyway, every day this week I have given my students a chance to INDIVIDUALLY sing and perform this song to entertain their easily amused teacher to earn Pesos (my way of bribing students into participating, by thinking that their efforts will actually affect their grade, all the while knowing it will mean nothing come final exam time). Since nearly all of my students are quite grade driven, I experienced several pain-staking renditions of this song with one MAJOR issue. In their hurried attempts to get through the performance quickly, the words to the song came out something like this...

"Cabeza, hombros, PENIS, pies, PENIS pies :)"

Being my overly mature self, by about day 3 I could no longer contain my internal laughter and was forced to address my not so subtle outbursts when a student stated, "Mrs. K, you aren't supposed to laugh at us. I mean you're like the teacher. That's not very nice!"

I then proceeded to tell the students in a very politically correct way, that what they had been saying to me all week was "Head, shoulders, boy part, feet, boy part, feet." I'll spare you the details of the next 30 minutes of completely wasted class time, and another one of my "I should be fired if they only knew what went on in my classroom" moments. Needless to say, there will be an extra emphasis on the R in pieRnas now and forever!

Adios Amigos!

I'm Alive/ Don't let the love bugs bite?

Hello everyone out there in blog land/ my 9 faithful followers (I LOOOOVE you all!!)! I am happy to report that I am alive and well after a week of my body rebelling against being a teacher surrounded by germy kids (better known as sickness). The hubs and I have been out of commission for the past week, but I am feeling better and raring to go. On a side note this is the FOURTH September in a row where I have missed 1-7 days of work due to allergy related illness. Do you think I should be considering a different carreer option? That actually crossed my mind until today's 1st period Spanish II class occured when I was reminded why i love the adolesence of America...

Background info: I had been noticing enormous amounts of little black and orange bugs EVERYWHERE. I mean literally Shanequa's grill appears to be a bug cemetery at the current moment, not a plot left to find. On my drive home in the afternoons they literally dive into my car's windshield like kamikaze pilots. More annoying than that, apparently they are drawn to spray paint which has halted my furniture re-purposing quite a bit,  as little black dots don't go well with painted things.

Story: one of these said bugs lands on my desk this morning. I proceeded to ask the class, "What are all these little black bugs everywhere?" Can of worms OPENED! One would think I would have learned not to ask such non-educational questions as they seemingly always end up in a 20 minute off-topic tangent, but I did. So one of my straight out of the movie Clueless preppy female students responds by saying,  "They are LOVE bugs, duh! And they like "do it" in the air and stuff!" in the most California valley girl voice one could possibly make, despite the fact that we are in deliverance country Florida. I can't remember the last time I heard the word duh and the phrase "doing it" in the same sentence, but it was about all I could do not to bust out laughing at that very moment.

She was referring to when these little honeymooner flies are attached together! Hilarious! Whether or not they are "doing- it" procreating? I have NO idea. But frankly the idea of being surrounded by LOVE BUGS all day is kinda cute, despite the fact that they are destroying my clean car! Here's to hoping you have a love filled weekend! I promise to be back to blogging next week!

P.S. I realize this is my second bug posting. I am in no way interested/like/enjoy such specimens...just too good of a story to not share!!