Being a teacher can be quite befuddling at times. Here is an exchange between me and two of my students today:
“Bobby” comes to the table to get a tissue and then sits on the floor next to the garbage can doing something I cannot see.
Me: What's up Bobby?
B: Nothing.
Bobby stands up and I see he has black marker all over the fingernails and fingers of one of his hands.
Me: Why do you have marker all over you?
B: “Michelle” did it.
Me: Why did she do that?
B: I dunno.
Me: Michelle, come here.
Michelle comes to the table.
Me: Why did you put marker all over Bobby?
M: He told me to.
Me: Bobby, did you tell Michelle to put marker on you?
B: NOOOOO!!!!!!
Me: Michelle, what exactly did he say to you?
M: He said, get your black marker out.
Me: Okay, and what else did he say?
Silence from Michelle.
Me: Did he say anything else?
Michelle shakes her head no.
Me: So, you are telling me that by him saying “get your black marker out” that you decided he meant color on his fingers?!?
M: Yeah….
Me: I see. Michelle, you are not supposed to color on someone with marker whether or not they tell you to. Change your color.
Now, I turn to Bobby again.
Me: Bobby, I could understand how you might not notice her drawing on one finger with marker at first, but ALL of them? Why didn't you just move your hand or tell her to stop?
B: I dunno.
Me: *sigh* I think you need to change your color, too, because you know better than to let someone draw all over you.
Both change their colors.
Then I put my head in my hands for a moment, and finally my head down on the table.
Class: She's FAINTED!!!!
I sit up and shake my head again.
Audrey: Mrs. G are you ready for summer?
Me: At this moment, I am very ready. *sigh* I need to go for a walk now.
I go get my teacher neighbor to watch my kids while I take a bathroom break to cool off. I tell her the story and she cracks up. I go to the lounge and tell the story to three of the teachers there. They crack up. I feel a little better then and go back to class.
I really really need to not do this anymore.