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I am reposting a blog entry I wrote from when I was a teacher in 2004:
Friday was the big "Fall Festival." Long story short, why did my kids act like a bunch of drunkards at an Irish Pub? We sat our first graders at clusters and left a lot of open space in the middle for our table with the food. We had so much candy it was sickening. SO MUCH! Anyway, so these kids kept toasting each other with little huggies. Pure sugar, water, and food coloring. Possibly some cocaine. But they were too young to understand that you say "cheers" when you toast, so they said:
"TOAST!"
Then, after they got tired of saying "Toast!" they said:
"Happy Halloween!"
then:
"Happy Fall Festival!"
then:
"Happy birthday!"
then finally:
"We love you Ms. ______ and Mr. Darden!"
It was cool....they deserved a nice little party. Most of them are hard workers.
However, the insanity began when they started spontaneously singing and chanting.
That's why I say they became drunkards at an Irish pub. If they knew "Piano Man" by Billy Joel, I'm sure they would have sung it.
Okay, so first they started singing some random kids songs, like maybe the Pinball number song from Sesame Street, which I taught them earlier in the year. And maybe the bumblebee song. Me and my colleague were like "What the hell?" Who spontaneously sings at a party?
THEN...they went from drunken Irish pub to jook joint/church house/gin house. These bamas started singing the chants I taught them earlier in the day. Imagine thirty first graders chanting:
"Ice ice, baby! Too cold, too cold! Ice ice, baby! The black and gold!"
Oh my lordy. What have I done? The only reason we taught them the chant was to kill about ten minutes of time between an assembly and recess. Okay, more like twenty minutes, because we had time to teach them a variation of "All of my love..."
So of course, the next logical step for the little runts, high on sugar, was to spontaneous start singing:
"Alllllll of my looooove....my peace and happiness....I'm gonna give tooo _________ [name of school]"
After the first verse, why did these little bamas start rising to their feet like they were in church? What the hell!!!
THEN, they were swift enough to remember the other part of the chant that we made up, to be chanted at the same time as all of my love is sung:
"First grade! We are the leopards! We're in the first grade! We are the mighty mighty leopards!"
Why did first grade damn near have a probate show? See, this is why greeks don't need to teach, lol.
So anyway, they settled down and enjoyed the five course junk food meal we fed them. It was good though.
Whew.
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