WJTV Player of the Week

One of my precious babies is in the running for WJTV's High School Player of the Week!  Go to www.wjtv.com and vote for Donovan Lewis.  He kicked butt Friday night against Ridgeland!   Vote everyday from multiple browsers.  We want him to win!

Throwback story of the day:
Last year one of our kids failed to eat lunch before he took his medication.  This wasn't one of his better ideas (he didn't have many to begin with) and he fell ill shortly thereafter.  I'm known for fixing kids sandwiches when they don't eat or have lunch, so I fixed him a sandwich.  You'd think I would have gotten a thank you or some other expression of gratitude.  No.  He said, "I knew I'd have Mrs. Scott making me sandwiches one day."  Like, seriously kid?  Next time it happened he didn't get a sandwich from me.

This year, I have the sweetest kids ever.  They always want to hug and love on you.  It's really weird because I have 9th and 12th graders.  I don't think I've ever experienced anything like it.  One day was particularly rough for me because the story we were reading reminded me of the day that my brother died.  Naturally, I cried in class.  Do you know that every class cried with me and told stories to make me feel better?  It was almost like they understood where I was coming from.  I've had many moments like that where my thoughts would trail off and I'd miss my brother and my kids would be right there with me making sure that I was ok.  Of course, I start crying more because I get all choked up because they care about me and what's going on in my world.  It's a never ending cycle.  LOL

In the midst of the tears and story telling, I normally have that one kid that wants to relate but can't quite make it.
Me:  "Right now Lizabeth is feeling lost and confused because her dad is crying and she just doesn't understand what's happening in her world.  Has anybody ever experienced what our narrator is feeling right now?"
Kid:  "I have.  When my dad died, my uncle was crying and I had never seen a man cry before.  I mean, he's a mitch (read male b*tch) anyway so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised."
Me:  *blank stare*  "You don't get to talk anymore."
I mean, I was with him up until the end.  He really didn't think anything was wrong with what he said.

I have a few classes that are mostly boy classes.  This would be ok if they weren't so gross.  I'm at my desk getting ready for the next activity when this kid stood up in the middle of my class and blew snot on my floor.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Apparently the tissue was busy and he had no alternative.  I almost cussed.  That's disgusting.  Another thing they do is poot.  I have to get on to them all the time about acting like gentlemen in front of a lady.  They don't care.  They're boys.  It grosses me out.

Don't forget to vote for Donovan Lewis as WJTV's High School Player of the Week!