One of my schools has a principal whose weekly routine includes writing a note to staff, and another to parents. Both notes include calendar items, birthdays, and the like. What I look forward to is his letter to staff and parents. He takes the time to write a note to each audience. I have enjoyed and been informed by his reflections and observations of his school. This week’s note to staff I just had to share with you Pepino Heads. I think it would be appreciated by my pickled pals.
He begins by stating that we face a pretty busy week next week, and that he is providing some humor to get us “started with a smile on our face”. Here is what followed:
Betty-Ann decided that instead of checking out books by writing the names of borrowers on the book cards herself, she would have the youngsters sign their own names, telling them they were signing a “contract” for returning the books on time. Her first customer was a second grader, who looked surprised to see her.He was used to Mrs. G. He brought four books to the desk and shoved them across to Betty-Ann, giving her his name as he did so. Betty-Ann pushed the books back and told him to sign them out. The boy laboriously printed his name on each book and then handed them to her with a look of utter disgust. Before Betty-Ann could even begin her speech, the boy said, “Mrs. G can write.”
Sondra was watching her classroom while the students were drawing. She noticed one little girl working especially intently so she walked over and asked the little girl what she was drawing. “I’m drawing God, ” the girl replied. Sondra paused and said, “but no one knows what God looks like.” Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing the girl replied, “they will in a minute.”
Mr. K was teaching a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, he said, “Now class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face. So then, why is it that while I’m standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn’t run into my feet?” A student quickly shouted, “Cause your feet ain’t empty”
Me pagan por eso,