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!
Many stories herein are subject to the faulty, and sometimes creative, memory of the blog owner and should not be taken as factual, although the names and events are real! Kind of.