This week in third grade...

This week has been a rather interesting one to say the least! I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday....it can't get here soon enough! Here's a little recap of some of the goings-on in Room 44...

*I checked out the Netbooks so that my kiddos could use them to publish some of the poetry we have been working on. I figured it would be a nice break since I have been working them hard lately to get ready for the state assessments. Before letting them get to work, I projected my computer screen onto the SMARTboard and did one for them as an example of how to change fonts, add images, etc. So, we are at the part where I'm showing how to add clip art. My poem was about "Mom," so I typed in "mom" in the clip art section. I'm half paying attention/half teaching and I see a picture of a mom sitting in a chair reading to her child. Perfect for a literacy class, right? Well, it would have been perfect if that's what it really were. No, it was a picture of a mother breastfeeding her child! Oops! Several kids giggled while I scrambled to delete it without showing too much emotion. (you know, if you don't act like it's a bad thing, they usually don't either) No emails from upset parents the next day, so all is well!

*On a different day, we were working with the Netbooks again and I'm walking around the room helping the students with their work. It was very busy in the classroom as half the students were on the computers and half were in the "comfy" area reading. After several minutes, I notice that a particular student "Johnny" was missing. I made a mental note to make sure he was back in a few minutes. A few more minutes go by and still no Johnny, so I ask his group mates if they know where he went. Nobody knows. He has no pass on his desk letting me know where he went. Great. I left to check the bathroom and sure enough, there he is. I ask him to come out, and here he comes out of a stall with a library book in his hand. After some questioning and reading between the lines, I figure out that he had an accident. So, what does he do? He ties his hoodie around his waist, takes a book, and sneaks out of the room. His master plan? To read in the stall until his pants are dry. I send him to the nurse so that he can get a change of clothes and I notice a big, wet spot on his back. Yep, don't tie a hoodie around your waist when you have an accident. 'Cause then you have wet pants and a wet back. Poor guy.

*Little "Sally" comes up to me to inform me that her bottom hurt when she went to the potty and when she sat down. Being the hypochondriac overly concerned child that she is, I talked her through it and we decided that we'd let mom know about it or I'd send her to the nurse later if it still bothered her. Fast forward 30 minutes: she comes back from a bathroom break and tells me "My bottom doesn't hurt anymore! I guess I just had to finish my poop." I had to giggle.

I'm sure there's more, but miss thing is up crying now. I've gotta go give her some love and Motrin. Teething bites...(pun intended ; )