I heard the atrocities, but this brings it to light. I once had a frisky pet duck during my high school years named Frankie Clovis Cadman. He was the highlight of my days. He had a great life.
Lesson: DON'T EAT DUCK parts! (and lobsters)
Here to watch how Foie Gras is made courtesy of PETA.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
April Fool
Since there was no school on Friday, I knew the students would be preparing all kinds of tricks for one another for April Fool's Day. I didn't dare remind them as I would bear the brunt of their shenanigans.
After lunch I heard a knock on the classroom door. A student (*side note- this student is very respectful, shy, and mild mannered) looking quite disheveled entered. I saw his face was red and slightly bruised. He could barely walk and dropped his books as he entered the room. He mumbled incoherently that "someone beat me up just now."
I was so shocked. I grabbed a chair for him and sat him down. "What happened? Where did this happen?" I asked. He just held his jaw. I asked the other students and they said it was "some kid wearing blue." I got so flustered I quickly went outside to see if anyone saw anything. I came back and the ENTIRE class was laughing.
I realized then, they had arranged all of this. He giggled and said, "Got you! April Fool!" I went through a range of emotions in that minute. My poor little heart was pitter-pattering so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Although I was angry, I was delighted to see this student I labeled as "shy" had orchestrated a joke on me, including other students.
Later he went on to tell me how he made bruises (rubbing his finger on pencil markings) and orchestrated the entire fiasco-of course the others were more than happy to participate. I must say I was quite proud he took enough initiative to make me an April Fool. I recovered in time for my next class.
After lunch I heard a knock on the classroom door. A student (*side note- this student is very respectful, shy, and mild mannered) looking quite disheveled entered. I saw his face was red and slightly bruised. He could barely walk and dropped his books as he entered the room. He mumbled incoherently that "someone beat me up just now."
I was so shocked. I grabbed a chair for him and sat him down. "What happened? Where did this happen?" I asked. He just held his jaw. I asked the other students and they said it was "some kid wearing blue." I got so flustered I quickly went outside to see if anyone saw anything. I came back and the ENTIRE class was laughing.
I realized then, they had arranged all of this. He giggled and said, "Got you! April Fool!" I went through a range of emotions in that minute. My poor little heart was pitter-pattering so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Although I was angry, I was delighted to see this student I labeled as "shy" had orchestrated a joke on me, including other students.
Later he went on to tell me how he made bruises (rubbing his finger on pencil markings) and orchestrated the entire fiasco-of course the others were more than happy to participate. I must say I was quite proud he took enough initiative to make me an April Fool. I recovered in time for my next class.
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