My students were convinced that I was 39!
My kids (I call them "my kids" because I feel like I can take some ownership of them after spending so much time with them) are working on yearbook themes: the verbal phrase and the visual look the yearbook will have for the year.
They asked what it was and I announced it: "Explosive!"
Puzzled looks were on their faces. "What's that mean?"
I avoided that question and instead drove toward the colors I chose to go with my exciting theme of "Explosive!"
"The colors that will go with this theme will be brown and yellow!" I shouted. I waited to see if my kids would catch on. Some of them did. They made faces, the type that say, "that's gross, Mr. Williams."
It's the same face I get if I burp out loud (but I always excuse myself).
To help explain the theme further, I told them the word "Explosive! would have bits of corn in it. And one of the main shapes we would use throughout the book would be ovals!
"Like a toilet bowl!" I exclaimed, in case they weren't using their inference skills (which they should be doing because we practice them on Fridays).
Then one of my kids said that I was immature. I told them that I had to keep it real, especially when I just turned 39.
"What?" they said. "You're not 39!"
"Yes I am!" I lied, but very convincingly.
"You look like you're in your twenties..."
"That's such a nice compliment. It's because I have a young face," I said. "And with a strict regimen of yoga and herbal supplements, I've managed to stay young looking," I said.
"Wow," they said, beginning to believe me.
And then after a long pause while they digested this information, I shouted, "People! I just turned 30!"
"I KNEW IT!" one of my kids shouted.
After that, I told them to get to work.
I avoided that question and instead drove toward the colors I chose to go with my exciting theme of "Explosive!"
"The colors that will go with this theme will be brown and yellow!" I shouted. I waited to see if my kids would catch on. Some of them did. They made faces, the type that say, "that's gross, Mr. Williams."
It's the same face I get if I burp out loud (but I always excuse myself).
To help explain the theme further, I told them the word "Explosive! would have bits of corn in it. And one of the main shapes we would use throughout the book would be ovals!
"Like a toilet bowl!" I exclaimed, in case they weren't using their inference skills (which they should be doing because we practice them on Fridays).
Then one of my kids said that I was immature. I told them that I had to keep it real, especially when I just turned 39.
"What?" they said. "You're not 39!"
"Yes I am!" I lied, but very convincingly.
"You look like you're in your twenties..."
"That's such a nice compliment. It's because I have a young face," I said. "And with a strict regimen of yoga and herbal supplements, I've managed to stay young looking," I said.
"Wow," they said, beginning to believe me.
And then after a long pause while they digested this information, I shouted, "People! I just turned 30!"
"I KNEW IT!" one of my kids shouted.
After that, I told them to get to work.