As my first post in this new blog, I would like to share one of my favorite stories that has happened to me as a substitute teacher. I taught in a sixth grade class the other day and it was near the end of the day, during silent reading time. All the kids were sitting around the room, some on the floor, some at their desks, and a couple lucky ones were on the two class bean bag chairs. The majority of the kids were sitting there reading like they were supposed to, but there was a group of five boys that kept chatting it up in the back corner of the room. It was from this group of boys that a disturbing truth began to spread across the room: someone had farted! They started blaming each other until by some form of silent consensus, the group of boys turned on one of their own and all blamed the same boy. This boy started crying, so I went up to him to see what the problem was. He told me how all the boys were blaming him for the fart (which by the way had filled the room with its pungent perfume by this point). I told him that is was pretty obvious that someone had farted and that the kids were going to blame someone...
He stopped crying and the kids started blaming another boy (a sad attempt at showing mercy to the first boy). This seemed to resolve the issue.
Gross! I guess it's better on a blog than at the dinner table. I'm just sayin'....
ReplyDeleteI heard a similar story recently. The only difference is that the substitute teacher (who we just call "temp") told the poor crying boy something along these lines:
ReplyDelete"Well, they had to blame someone, so get over it."
The Temp had a lot of compassion, huh?
-Anony Moose
Sounds like "temp" embellished the story. She probably wasn't that mean in the actual situation. Thanks for sharing your story Ms. Moose.
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