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Friday, January 25, 2019
Pencil War
It was one of those classes that I'm only grateful for because it's good for the blog. Freshman math. On a Friday. With a quiz.
Girl: "Give me back my pencil."
Boy: "It's my pencil. I was using it in first period. Everyone here will back me up."
And sure enough, those around the pair did agree that the boy had the pencil in first period. To which the girl asserted that she had lent him that pencil in first period...
All I wanted was for them to stop talking and work on their quiz. This was the latest distraction to keep the kiddos from behaving. (I demand silence until all the quizzes have been turned in.)
It was a light blue mechanical pencil. Very nice. And if they couldn't decide between themselves whose pencil it was, I was going to take that bone of contention and let their teacher decide. On Tuesday.
(I believed the girl. In these situations, the person with the item who claims it's theirs is generally lying. But, the liar gets very vocal, and at this point all I wanted was silence.)
Once that was settled, there were other issues to demand my time. The day was bad. And in a bad day, this class (second period) was the worst.
So, of course, as they're leaving, the boy said to the girl: "Did you get your pencil back?"
Because, naturally. To my face he swore up and down it was his. Just to mess with the girl, I suspect.
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If it is not one thing, it is another. Makes you want to wish the schools just handed out the supplies needed and then collect them at the end of the class periods.
ReplyDeletebetty
I would have taken the pencil and been like, "Now, it's mine! =p" I'd be a very mature teacher. XD
ReplyDeleteI dare you to try it. Oh, they howl...
DeleteBut of course
ReplyDeleteThat old game.
DeleteI hope the boy outgrows his lying and messing with people's heads before he gets into any role of responsibility.
ReplyDeleteUgh, I hate jerks like that.
ReplyDeleteTeens haven't changed from when I was at school.
ReplyDeleteWhat a jerk.
ReplyDeleteYup.
DeleteI experienced that very thing when I was in 8th grade social studies. The teacher didn't believe me that the pencil was mine. Grrr.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to figure out who's telling the truth when both swear that the pencil is theirs.
DeleteIt takes a special person to be a teacher, a sub teacher or a day care worker....a SPECIAL and I am not that person. Could not deal with what you deal with.
ReplyDeleteThey were a difficult group. They would have made anyone crazy.
DeleteI agree with Pam, and thank you for the kind support on my blog. :) You are a special person.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteI bet you were happy for this day to be ending. I could be very territorial over my pens/pencils too.
ReplyDeleteI'm incredibly territorial about my pens and pencils, too. I hope the girl never lends they boy anything again.
DeleteYeah, I don't like to lend people my pens cuz they press too hard and ruin the tip!
ReplyDelete:facepalm: Yes, at least they're good for a blog post. lol
ReplyDeleteI can't help wondering if he has a crush on her. Heh... Frustrating for you, though, whatever the case.
ReplyDeleteNah, I don't think so. This was more cruel than trying to be cute.
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