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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

In Which I Keep Jesus After Class

Along with my librarian duties, I have the dubious pleasure of teaching reading remediation this year.  (Darn the legislators and the never ending test requirements for schools, but that's a rant for another day)

I have a student who is, well, let's just say quite energetic.  And let's just say for fun-ness that I actually have more than one energetic student.  Because nothing is more fun than Reading with Monkeys.  (perhaps I should change the name of the class!)

Once upon a time during the week before Spring Break when everyone was sick, sick, sick of school, we had a wild and woolly class period that consisted of a bit of monkeyshines. Monkeyshines can include anything from harmless kicking at your neighbor to talking back to your teacher.  It sometimes (usually) includes a great deal of seat changing, pencil throwing and and various circus-type acts which are not included in the usual high school curriculum.

Upon this day, I had had ENOUGH.  So at the end of class, I did a roll call of the biggest Monkeys and told them they could stay with me for a bit after class. Questions ensued.  No, I would not excuse them from tardiness to the next class.  Would they be written up?   Possibly.  Why do you hate us?  (seriously?  Am I going to answer that question?)  I don't hate you--I dislike your behavior...Yada Yada....and on it went....

Midway through the next class, I received an email from a fellow teacher.   It said, "Did you have Jesus?"

This colleague is a fellow Christian, but I was thinking, "Wow, I didn't know you cared!"  and "I Have Jesus all the time--not just last hour!"

Then I realized that beyond the fact that yes I have Jesus in my heart, I also have Hay-soos (Jesus) in my first hour and he was one of my monkeys!

6 comments:

Andi said...

I wonder how you say monkey in Spanish? I shall whip out my handy dandy dictionary and look it up. I could google it, but that is so simple...

Crazy Sister said...

I know! I know! Well, I know "chango pelon" is "bald monkey" - not sure which word is monkey...

Andi, don't you know The Dance Of The Cucumber?

Givinya De Elba said...

Hi Dawn! Thanks for reading my blog. My sister's only knowledge of Spanish is her learning of the lyrics of The Dance of The Cucumber, one of Larry's Silly Songs in Veggie Tales. She is quite learned.

I remember when I first hear the name Jesus (Hay-zoos.) I was gobsmacked. Which is an Australian word meaning surprised, not sure if you have 'gobsmacked' over there!

Alright I will stop talking now.

Except to say that my word verification is "lastabio." What do we think? Spanish for ...? The spiny hairs on a pumpkin vine that should be soft, but are quite prickly when you go to touch it. That's probably right. Yes.

Pearl said...

Poor Jesus! Held after class!

Pearl

Paula said...

No that was one cornfusing communication exchange! Hopefully he won't act out again...

Dawn said...

I'm pretty sure he will.

One Last Thought.......

Pleasant words are a honeycomb;
sweet to the soul and healing to the body.
Proverbs 16:
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