Noodles, B.O., and Other 8th Grade Acronyms
Two days down, and no major mishaps. One girl knocked over my coffee cup, but that's my fault for leaving it on the barstool in the middle of the room.
I had the kids jot down a few lines of something I could remember them by. Here are a few of the finalists:
"Your room smells like ramen noodles."
"I'm a BAMF. Think about it."
As for the ramen noodles, I would have to concur; especially during period 4 when the AC starts lagging, and the kids are fresh from PE. It is quite evident each year that many 8th graders have not yet discovered the joy of deodorant. They do, however, believe giving themselves an Axe body spray bath is an acceptable substitute.
The "BAMF" had me busting up as I ran across the hall to show some of my peers. I could let him know that he's a stupid AMF for telling a teacher to "think about it" on the second day of school, or I could gently remind him that even MF's with a 12-13 year-old BA like himself were believing in Santa not to long ago, and 6 months past it would not have been advisable for him to see the Wedding Singer or Batman Begins without a parent or guardian present. Plus there's the likelihood that he still has themed birthday parties.
I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin'. The BAMF's ain't what it used to be.
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School? I don't have school yet. I happen to be attending one of the b-e-a-utiful schools that don't start until after labor day. It's glorious. Of course I'm getting zero sleep, but oh well I've got the whole day for that.