Yesterday only two of the weirdest kids in school showed up for camp. I sent out a message and got a load of, "Teacher I forgot camp! I'll come tomorrow! I'm sorry!" in return.It was cool, you know. We rocked it. But it was a little bit of an odd day. I'm going to be honest. A little fourth dimnesion. But it was nice to get to see the two in action when they actually felt comfortable for once and weren't being shouted down by their classmates. Weird kids have been relatively embraced by all of my previous classes, the other boys seeming somewhat protective of them. But the current first graders are pretty brutal. To be fair, though, one of these kids is very extremely weird. Earlier this year, he got a little too attached to a teacher and carved the entire surface of her car with entire paragraphs of writing and little drawings of animals.
I'm just glad I don't have a car.
Still, I don't know that I can handle another three hours of free association, nose picking and changing every answer to, "I love Teacher," with an awful lot of gape-mouthed middle distance staring in between. We need someone to break up the mix. So here's hoping.