flyakate | to make only half a smile is math i don't know

I was sitting out in the hall doing a word sort with one of my kids, and another three were reading their book group mystery books silently (an Encyclopedia Brown), technically a "break book" because they had finished the assigned reading and were 'taking a break' to wait for the rest of their group. Another member of their group, Leo, was reading the assigned chapter of Nancy Drew and... Whatever it was so he could be caught up with his group. I was thus privy to the following hysterical conversation.

Juliet: Reading a break book is so boooooring.
Leo: But you can't read our book because I'm not caught up yet.
Juliet: Then read faster!
Leo: You have to wait for me to be done because otherwise I'll never catch up. It's like parallel lines!

This, coupled with the fact that I had spent the morning stressing the importance of parallel in parallelogram, made me almost lose it in the hallway. Too funny. I love kids.

I almost know everyone's name. Even though I called one girl her actual name only once out of three times. Oops? If only all these darn kids would stop looking so bizzarely alike! Gosh...

And I get to type up a whole pile of their "All About" (i.e. informational) books. It's gonna be so much fun.

It will no longer be any suprise to anyone how much of a DORK I am about this teacher stuff. I mean, seriously.