“it’s the torturer!!” kids started whispering when i walked into the classroom this morning.
why do they call me the torturer? at the beginning of the school year, as each student went back into the classroom to get the next student to come out to the hall and work with me i would say: “tell the next person i tortured you really bad and that they should be scared.”
they gladly fulfilled this request for me.
the kid would come out completely worried, then we would visit, laugh and do the work. the relief was such that each child would work remarkably well.
that and i told them i knew the devil…..personally.
today, as i was waiting for the list of students i would be working with a little boy came up to the teacher.
“teacher, the girl just picked her nose and wiped it on my desk.” i giggled before i could stop myself.
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