Things Kids Say, Pt. V

  • My favorite space cadet: “Spongebob and Hello Kitty put together makes Sponge Kitty!”
  • Me, trying to get my students to say ‘redhead’: “What do you call someone who has red hair?”
    • One student: “Caucasian!”
  • Two kids, while trying to kiss my ears through my hair: “We want to be your daughters!” Send help they’re so weird.
  • Me: “How can you show kindness to Ms. K?”
    • Student: “Beat her up!”
    • Me: “How can you be nice to other people? What can they do for you?”
    • Him: “Eat my butt!”
  • I was reading a text about squids to a student, and when I said, “Squids have long arms that are called tentacles,” I asked him, “What do you call a squid’s arms?”
    • Him: “Tickatoes!”
  • Student: “Why is you hair so long? Is it because you’re white? Are you black? Are you tan?”
  • Me, on our field trip to the National Museum of American History: “Go watch the movie! It’s all about the presidents.”
    • Space cadet: “Even Trump?”
    • Me: “No, no one likes him.”
  • I also got to witness him explaining what a nuke was to a classmate, and it was too cute despite the subject.
  • One of my teammates told us something that one of her 1st graders said, and I have to quote it here because it’s just too funny: “You don’t care about us! You’re just here for the money!” Boy, we’d be anywhere else if we wanted money.

I wanted this post to wrap up my time at Ketcham in 2017, so it’s a bit sparse. But in the meantime, enjoy various adorable/hilarious photos of student work:


Graffitied Arms

I know this blog has been pretty dead, and that’s been my fault, what with ten-hour service days and grad school apps and everything else going on. To revive my blog until I get the chance to work on it during winter break (which starts Thursday!), I’m making a brief post about one of the most memorable moments so far during the year.

On November 6, my partner teacher happened to be absent, so our students ended up being split up and placed in different classes. I pulled a student aside individually to alleviate her boredom, and she told me about losing two of her brothers in a car crash. I told her about losing mine, too, and what she did next still makes me cry every time I think about it. After I let her go from my hug, she picked up an orange marker, uncapped it, and then wrote on my arm, “I sad that your brother died.” Here she was, an 8-year-old who had lost two brothers, trying to comfort me, a 23-year-old who’s lost one brother.

During breakfast, one of my sweetest kids refused to look me in the eye while telling me that she would miss school the next day because of her aunt’s funeral. I took her hand and told her about having to attend my brother’s funeral, and she clung to me for the rest of breakfast. When I pulled her aside and then brought her back to the classroom she’d been assigned to, she saw my left arm and wanted to write something too. So I gave her a purple marker, and she insisted that I couldn’t look until she was finished. When she finally let my turn my arm, I saw that she’d written, “I love you 💜💜💜 City Year.”

Kids are so full of love despite everything they’ve been through. Anyways, I’m disappointed that the writing has long since washed away (even if I looked like a crazy lady walking into Five Guys with two of my teammates on my way home), but that’s what cameras are for, right?