I've been back at work since the end of July, but my students' first week of school was last week. I have to say that I'm glad to be back. However stressful and sometimes dangerous my job can be, I really love what I do. I love my students, and I've missed the goofy things they say.
Case in point....
Conversation between Jeremy (a 6'4" giant who is an amazingly talented basketball player) and I as I escorted a group of students to their P.E. class:
Me: Jeremy, what's going on? You are so quiet!
Jeremy: I hate running. I'm not going to do it.
Me: Aw, come on, it's not that bad! Don't you have to run up and down the basketball court? You need to practice running to get better at basketball.
Jeremy: Well, ya...but it's not the same thing. I'm already the best at basketball. Besides, I'm quitting basketball.
Me: Well, okay...don't you still play street ball? You still have to run to play.
Jeremy: G*, it's not the same.
Me: Well, would it help if I gave you a basketball to bounce as you ran around the track?
Jeremy: [eye roll]
* My students often call me "G." Sometimes it stands for "gangsta" and sometimes it stands for the first letter of my last name. In this case I think he was referring to my last name because my "gangsta" factor is in direct relation to the coolness rating of the advice I'm dispensing.
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