Teaching

I'm surrounded by germ infested teenagers. Is this why I'm getting sick like once a month? Fever, aches, congestion. UGGGGGGG. I have antibacterial hand lotion at every corner of my room. This is ridiculous. Though I'm wondering if the antibacterial hand lotion is the most germ infested item in my room. Why? Because every teenager loads it on. I go through like one bottle in two days. Sheesh. Piggies I tell you. Piggies.

I am still loving teaching. And I love the time off I count down to each month. Next week we have Tuesday off. So fun. Then both days for Thanksgiving. Then I can take personal/sick days too and have someone cover for me. Even more fun. Unless they get a bad report from the Substitute-then I will have to find ways to torture them.

I love the random things they say. For example:

Student: "Mrs. E.! Guess what I told a boy!!!"

Mrs. E: "Uh. Do I want to know? Is it school appropriate?"

Student: "No, but I'll make it school appropriate. He keeps harassing me, so finally I threatened to kick him in the pumpernickels."

I would like to state for the record that the exact definition of pumpernickel (pumpernickels not actually being a word) is as follows:

pum⋅per⋅nick⋅el –noun

coarse, dark, slightly sour bread made of unbolted rye.

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Origin:
1750–60; < class="ital-inline">Pumpernickel orig., an opprobrious name for anyone considered disagreeable, equiv. to pumper(n) to break wind + Nickel hypocoristic from of Nikolaus Nicholas (cf. nickel ); presumably applied to the bread from its effect on the digestive system

At least she edited "balls."