Today was the day of Randomness and Drama and the Jonas Brothers and Twilight. But especially, it was the day of Randomness. Even in context, the events of the day were Random. Two of the three events happened during Intermediate Band (7th/8th graders: not as spacey as 6th graders, but definitely weirder).
Intermediate Band Preface: Some kids in this group are actually in my Advanced Band as well. They decided they wanted to learn a new instrument and so joined this band. I now *get* to see them 2 hours EVERY day.
Random Conversation:
Me: I'm tired today, you guys.
Trumpet Player (boy)(also a percussionist): Miss, I think we should have a time after lunch but before 5th period where we have naptime. Just a half an hour.
Various students: yeah! *insert random babble of agreement here*
Trumpet Player (abbreviated TP .....hnh.): We could finish lunch and then go to a teacher's room and have nap time.
Clarinet Player (girl): We could go to whatever teacher we wanted!
Me: No, you would have to be assigned teachers.
CP: why? How would they do that?
Me: Well, it would be like a class. All the evil kids would go to the mean teachers and then everybody would have their own cubby with a pillow and a mat and we'd have nap time.
Flute Player (boy) (also a percussionist): Like Kindergarten!
*more random babble inserted here*
Me: Or! Even better. It could be one of your electives. You know: Go to Math, PE, Naptime, then off to Band.
TP: What if it were required? That would be great! One hour of naptime every day.
FP: Miss, if NapTime were a required class, everybody would pass for sure. Except those people with Restless Leg Syndrome or something.
Random Event:
I was working with the trumpet players on the intro to Rudolph the (Infernal-Sheesh!-Get-Puffs-Plus-Lotion-and-Aloe,-Already) Red-Nosed Reindeer when a commotion in the flute section caught my attention. I turned to them and noticed that one of my genius Flautists (not the same as above - also a trumpet player) had somehow managed to get his middle finger STUCK in the foot joint of his flute. There were and are NO words for this.
A Less Random (though no less terrifying) Event:
Today in the shower, I discovered this:
That's right: a hair. *gasp!*. But no, look closer. It is a very, very, VERY lightly colored hair. Light blond, perhaps? Some might dare to suggest.... white?! WHAT'S THE DEAL HERE?! I'm only 25!
I'm not going to panic, though. I'm sticking with the "Light Blond" story.
And, no. I did NOT save the hair.
At least, not after I took the photo.
as "they" say: Hair today, Gong tomorrow!!!
ReplyDeleteand sticking with the randomness theme, the word verification word for today is:
Holitc, as in: Holi-tc, there's a white hair in my shower!!!
love you, EE
Just wanted to pass on a tidbit from a friend who anonymously reads your blog -- a friend whose hair "actually got blonder again in my mid 20s (I was born blonde, then it turned dishwaterey then back to blonde then mousey then who knows what to call it then i just started dyeing it once or twice a year and now who knows what is under all the mess)...Anyhow, tell her that it probably wasn't a grey hair!"
ReplyDeleteThere, now aren't you relieved? Blonde in time for the wedding!