Yesterday a firstie took his shirt off in the lunchroom. Caused quite a brouhaha. Hard enough to maintain order in there, and I have to deal with this bare-chested little weirdo sitting there eating his chicken nuggets without a care in the world.
A kinder played "his bare belly" the entire time I read to his class today. I sort of got into the beat and the slapping of his palms on the bare skin gave it a great sound. jw
This reminds me of the time that a seventh grader took off his shirt in the hallway when another seventh grader puked on the floor and he fell into the vomit when he came running around the corner. It was pure chaos. I was the only teacher there trying to handle a sick and a half-naked boy at the same time. Makes me miss teaching so much.
p.s. My last comment had a typo. I fixed it here.
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p.s. My last comment had a typo. I fixed it here.