In Which Mr. K Buys His Class Band-Aids

We now have band-aids, which is better than taping cuts closed (we don't exactly have a nurse most days) and infinitely less awesome than supergluing them closed. Regrettably, it never came to that.

A student's comment on my sandwich: "You eat some weird stuff, Mr. K. But I guess no one asks you for food, if that's what you were looking for."

My students also don't appreciate when I eat dried mango. As one explained to me: I was hella sure you were eating human skin. I might not have corrected this student the first time around. Strangely enough, this concern has been echoed by my colleagues, a plurality of whom assume I snack on humans.

Bonus Points: Last Friday, I handed out flowers to the young mothers who are taking Chemistry this year (raising a kid and doing Chemistry at the same time - kudos) which led me to realize just how many girls are mothers or expecting soon at my school. Yikes. After seeing it everyday for months, I simply started to look past it. Nothing however beats my male students faking pregnancies to get carnations, not a trace of shame in their eyes, with the intent to mack on the ladies.

Also, I had the opportunity to write a 4 foot by 3 foot "hall pass" during 7th period on Friday. My student (such a good kid) felt like the king of the world and wouldn't stop bragging about it. Promptly thereafter, an announcement was made by the administration admonishing teachers for sending students out "without hall passes" and I was spoken to after school let out. To paraphrase John Paul Jones, I have not yet begun to make pathetically small, undeniably cute gestures of rebellion.