Where I Work...

Maybe Ms. Jillian is a little slow at times, but after 3 long years, she finally realized that she does not work at a school. Instead, she works at an asylum for humans ranging from age 11 to 14 (Of course, there are some special cases where we oversee humans over 14).

While demonstrating the chemical reaction that occurs when we add hydrochloric acid (HCl) to a piece of calcite (chalk), a student tries to pull the test tube out of my hands and bring it towards his mouth.

Here at our asylum, we have a group we classified "gifted". They like finding Waldo. They like sitting in rolling chairs and rolling around the room. They like playing with silly skateboards that Mickey D's sell in their happy meals. When their silly skateboards are taken away from them, they resort to pen caps. These observations were taken with another asylum worker after a routine mathematics assessment.

Speaking of our routine mathematics assessment, we had a student who felt sick during the assessment. He was sent to the nurse. After lunch, a fellow asylum worker asked, "are you feeling better?" The student confirmed that he was feeling better than before. At dismissal, he was asked the same question. The reply was just not the same:

The student hurled up whatever he had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner from today, yesterday, and the day before yesterday! Give him credit for aiming at the garbage can during the second round of throw-up. But he was de-credited when the dean scolded him for holding up dismissal. "WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST HOLD IT FOR 5 MORE MINUTES WHEN YOU'RE OUTSIDE?!"
On final note:
Does this look like gray?

Halloween

Lona was Snow White for Halloween. She got all her nails done. To save time, she was brushing her hair during class. The only advice I could give to her was a quite corny "don't eat the apple" statement.

Using marshmallows to make models of crystalline structures of halite (rock salt) turned out not to be such a good idea. Especially, when the bell rang before the kids got to finish building their models. I've never seen anyone pushed 8 pieces of marshmallows, all at once, into their mouth until yesterday.

Tigger, who got arrested for some unkown reason last year, just won't stop standing up and walking around the classroom. Tigger is a name that matches him the best because he likes to do flips, cartwheels, and somersaults in the hallway before joining us for class.

A former student enters a former classroom of his and decides to sit at the teacher's desk. When asked why he was there, the student explained that he was "trying to be a good student". Why start now?

There's more, but I keep forgetting. These kids are just driving me insane!