Argh.

[snarp]

I totally take back the affectionate tone of my previous post about Miss Minnow. Today she got all snotty and decided she didn’t want to play Jenga with the other two. She went over and lounged boredly in one of the little toy chairs, saying in a disdainful tone, “You can play your game without me.” (Blue looked stricken.) No, I said. She said, “I’m not playing! It’s stupid! You’re stupid!” I pointed at the floor beside me. She kicked the wall and screamed. I picked her up and carried her over. She scratched up the back of my hand with her little fingernails.

Sweetheart, I appreciate that it’s hard to be convincingly moody and aloof when you’re, like, six. But you just drew blood from somebody who 1) is holding a bright blue whiteboard marker and 2) has a long and storied history of drawing Pikachu on inappropriate things.

The end result might not look as hardcore as you might expect, is basically what I’m saying.

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(I didn’t draw on her, but I seriously wanted to for a second.)

(Originally published at SarahPin.com. You can comment here or there.)

Comments

[wintersweet.livejournal.com]

Hahahahaha!
I so could not teach kids. They're just nuts. You know that famous quote about how (although we legally treat corporations as though they're people), if we look at the way corporations behave and think about them as though they're people, they'd be psychopaths? That's true for little kids too! PSYCHOPATHS.

Like the kid my friend was teaching, who was all "I'm sick. If you get sick too, then I won't have to have a class." *proceeds to cough and sneeze and try to get snot directly on my friend for the next hour* A+ for human biology, kid. F FOR HUMAN KINDNESS, SHEESH.

[snarp]

I'm disappointed that Miss Minnow turned out to be such an unsubtle psychopath! I was hoping she'd arrange for my downfall in some complex scheme involving my lost watch and late-night anonymous phone calls to my employer, but no. Fingernails.

Though I do put her a little above the twelve-year-old who, feeling she needed to express just how far she was above this whole "class" thing, knocked all the younger kids' board game pieces on the floor. We all totally respect you now.

[wintersweet.livejournal.com]

Hey, it worked for Bush.

[cerusee.livejournal.com]

Any chance of hearing some of these stories?

[snarp]

In college, when I hadn't studied for a test, it was surprising how many of the answers turned out to be Pikachu! Usually, Pikachu either taking a nap or looking sad. And sometimes captioned with "I HAVE NO IDEA SIR/MA'AM."

I also drew him/her on nearby classrooms' blackboards when I showed up early for class and was bored. Once, I put a Pikachu in some political science class's "DO NOT ERASE" circle, and it didn't get erased.