It's Friday night and I'm tired. My students have the end of the semester/Christmas is almost here fever. This week was filled with a door decorating competition, Christmas program practice, the actual Christmas program, and a new student. Next week is our last week of school, and three of those days are half days. We are on the verge of chaos. I think tonight will be a 9:15 bedtime.
Among the craziness I received probably the best accusation of my life. I was walking down the hallway when one of my students from last year stopped to talk to me. He wanted to tell me about the book he was reading. Then he looks at me and says, "It's all your fault, you know."
Me: "Um, what exactly did I do?"
Student: "It's all your fault that I read books."
I'll take weeks of craziness for statements like that. :)
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| Our decorated door |
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| Craziness |
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| Emily and me with our little tree |
