Tomorrow the sixth graders will flood the middle school halls for their special day of orientation before the older kids come to warp their minds. Today I took one last look at the shiny, waxed floors and sighed. In only a few hours it will smell like developing B.O., fruit-scented body spray & Axe, and grade school french fries. The floors will be covered in mud, gum, spit, lost IDs, pens, pencils and even pants (To this day I still don't know why we find that last one quite often.).
The impending madness means two things:
1. I may not be posting every day. I need my beauty sleep lest my soul be crushed by lack of REM And lest the lack of sleep causes me to finally snap and duct tape some unsuspecting 7th grader to the wall.
2. However, that means that I will have that many more amusing kid stories to tell. I put forth for your consideration the dialogue between myself and a 7th grader upon introducing a college tutor to the student.
Student: ...Is he your son?
Me: Jake, how old do you think I am?
Student: ... Twenty three?
Me: And how old do you think your tutor is?
Me: So I was three years old when I gave birth to him?
Thankfully enough, Jake's tutor was there to help him in math.
And so, bring it on you little nose miners! Give me all you've got you lovers of Justin Bieber (Even if your humorous attempts at rebellion reveal themselves in the form of cursing me out, or bad poetry accompanied by anime drawings.)! The blog and I will be ready for you!