Donuts

This morning I brought my homeroom donuts. I told them that if they raised $300 in the Pennies for Patients fundraiser (which benefits and leukemia and lymphoma society) I would bring them donuts, and today I followed through on my end of the bargain, purchasing two and a half dozen donuts on the way to work.

Remember when you'd get a treat at school? Cupcakes on someone's birthday, cookies as a reward, whatever. I love sweets. LOVE them, to this very day. The fact that I did not open the box this morning and eat all their donuts makes me think I deserve some sort of medal. So, when I was in class and we got a treat, I was always very excited, and ate my snack immediately. Not like I stuffed my face and had crumbs everywhere, but I ate it right away.

And then. And then, I would look around five minutes later and be in total awe of the kids who still had the entire cookie on their desk, untouched. HOW did they manage this? I mean, even as an adult, I am impressed by the kids who right now, 45 minutes after I gave them the donuts, have not eaten them yet. Some of them wrapped them in their napkins, to enjoy at nutrition (which I don't get...half the fun is that you get to eat in class!). But, even more amazing is the boy sitting a few feet from me who has taken bites of his chocolate twist donut periodically, but still has over half of it left. It's just sitting there while he reads his history book. WHA? I can barely contain myself from going over there and eating it, I don't know how in the world he can manage this feat. Who are these people? And what kind of self-control will they have as adults...these people could probably buckle down and go to medical school or run marathons, or just say no to drugs forever.

...although the boy in question is tardy EVERYDAY to first period...I guess we all have our weaknesses.

Earthquake

This is the conversation I have had at least twenty times today:
"Ms. Fletcher, did you feel the earthquake!?"
"Yes, I did. Did you?"
"Yeah!..."
Then the student tells me how they were sleeping, in the shower, in their mom's room, doing their homework ("So you can't get mad if it's messy!" Wesley cheerfully told me.)

I roll my eyes internally, but really I did the same thing last night. It's tradition. I called my mom right away and asked her "did you feel the earthquake?" We made fun of the people who call in to the news, "It was more of a rolling motion." Then I talk my roommate down from the ledge and tell her that California is a nice place to live, and that "The Big One" is BS, just like how when it rains it's immediately "Storm Watch!!" and I go check my room to see what fell over (a picture frame, not broken.) It's nice to have these traditions for natural disasters-especially when the disaster isn't so disasterous.

Eavesdropping on Period 3

Daniel: (while reading an article about ancient Rome) Ewww, Ms. Fletcher did you know that girls in there early teens would marry men in their thirties!!
Robert: That's sick!! They have mustaches and everything.
Daniel: I know, ugh.
Robert: The men are all crusty already...

(apparently crustiness begins in your thirties)

Robert: It's illegal for a man to marry a really old lady
Me: No it's not, Robert.
Robert: But that would be all gross...she's get all shriveled up before you.
Daniel: (inexplicably singing) She's a super freak, super freak, she's super freaky! Yow!

(yep, I'm changing lives.)

Don't tell The Little Mermaid...

...but I think Mulan is my favorite Disney movie. I actually teared up today at the end when she goes home to her dad. And I love the songs. And her character, who does more than get rescued or fall in love.

Teaching China always makes me crave Chinese food.

The word of the day is sore. As in, "Ms. Fletcher has a sore throat." Or, "Ms. Fletcher has sore calves from jump roping yesterday." Or "Ms. Fletcher has sore shoulders from doing the four shoulder machines at the gym." And "If you think this blog is boring, you are sorely mistaken."