hert thums

my sister in law mary started a 'picture a day' challenge today and i'm saddling right up next to her. 

hopefully it will help cure my i'm-too-behind-to-catch-up nonsense.

granted, i don't have 3 cute tykes nor hilarious journaling skills but here i go

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i have a student (let's call him whiteout) who comes to class late every single day.  

it doesn't bug me too, too much since i know he will grow up to be a name heard around the world

he's an absolute genius (uh, minus the spelling, that is) 

everyday he slowly drags his feet through the door and over to me and hands me his little white slip.

i give him the eye, he bows his head in shame and goes and sits down.

and each day i find myself silently laughing of his many, many excuses.

each day is something different

he's original, i'll give him that

some of my favorites:

- fell in a pudel (yep, came in soaking wet)

-reading

-brekfast was good

-reading

-tore my pants (true, too)

-mom drove to slo

-brother teezed me

-reading

-i walk slo

-rain on my glasses

-my shoez are incomfterble

-brother punched me

-reading

-i made my teacher cookes (yum!)

-reading

-dad kept talking 

-no exquse

last month's 'brother punched me' conversation:

"Whiteout, why are you late?" 

gives me slip.

"you're late because your brother punched you?"

"yes...."

"as in your 2nd grade little brother? your little brother who comes up to your belly button?"

"yes...."

"Whiteout,  that is not a good excuse to arrive late to school."

"but Miss Brassell, you didn't let me finish why it hurt so bad."

"ok, tell me why it hurt so bad that it caused you to be 30 min late to school."

"i was naked."

monday's 'reading' excuse conversation:

"you're late again whiteout, this just isn't acceptable."

"i know, i know, i just couldn't put down my book."

"what are you reading?"

"harry potter" (gives me a big grin)

"oh? now you're talking, that is a good book. first time?"

"no, my fourth."

"whiteout! why couldn't you just read it during silent reading time."

"i was on the toilet."

and today's... 'hert thums' excuse conversation:

"Miss Brassell i know i'm late again but i have a really good excuse this time."

hands me white slip.

"hert thums??"

"yeah, see i have bandaids on them and need to wear them all day. also, i probably shouldn't do a lot of writing today because they don't feel so good."

yes, writing/spelling is his least favorite subject.

"whiteout, how did you hurt your thumbs?"

"i was testing some pencils at home to see how sharp they were and poked my thumbs. 

so i also don't have any sharpened pencils which is another reason i won't be able to write."

truth is, i live for his excuses every day.