As many of you know, I’m a substitute teacher in our local school district. Today I was subbing for the computer teacher in one of the elementary schools and while the morning went well, my afternoon was comprised of three kindergarten classes. Yeah, everything you’re visualizing is about what happened. Me, twenty-two five year olds for each period, thirty computers and lots of untapped energy.
Anyway, as the middle afternoon class was walking in, I had this brief conversation with a little five year old girl who must have been born with attitude running through her veins.
KG: (Looking way up at me) You look like my grandfather
Me: (Looking way down and smiling) Then your grandfather must be very handsome
KG: (Shaking her head) He has a big beard.
Me: (Shrugging my shoulders) Then I guess I don’t look like your grandfather.
KG: (Looking at me defiantly) He has hair like you and he’s two hundred years old.
Me: (Still smiling) That’s nice. Its fun to still have hair when you’re two hundred years old. Not many people do.
KG: (Tilting her head) My grandfather does but he walks real slow.
Me: (Shrugging) It happens sometimes, especially when you get to be two hundred years old. I’m surprised he’s walking at all.
KG: (Squinting her eyes) Do you walk slow?
ME: (Forcing a smile) Only after teaching your class.
KG: (Looking confused) What does that mean?
Me: (Smiling) It means I need you to count all the buttons on all the keyboards in this computer room and write down how many there are on this piece of paper. After that, I need you to count all the wheels on all the chairs. Can you do that for me?
KG (Nodding) Yes.
Me: (Smiling) Thank you, you’re a big help.
KG: (Following me) Yes I am.
Me: (Half smiling) Yes you are.
KG: (Following me) Yes, I am.
There was still 35 minutes left in the period. Care to guess how the rest of it went?