The "sweeney" kid strikes again--and other stuff

1) Remember when I was highlighting all of the stuff I have on my plate right now, namely the science fair (this Wed night--look for pics later this week!), the field trip (a week from Wed) and the end-of-the-year graduation ceremony? Well, I forgot one other little obligation--I'm skydiving on Sat morning. (LOL--you KNOW you're busy when "jumping out of a plane" fails to register on your radar.) Mom: I'll be fine. Really. I wouldn't even have mentioned it except that I want to keep all of my NON-neurotic friends updated on the goings-on in my life.

("Goings-on" is a really gay phrase.)

Anyway, everything will be okay. Air Adventures has been in business for over 20 years with one of the best safety ratings in the industry. (Their motto: "We haven't lost anyone this year.") Look for pics from that later on Saturday or Sunday (we played the "poor teacher" card and this place is throwing the $99 video and pics for free). Am I scared? F'in A, I'm scared! But I told the kids I'd do it--kids I don't even KNOW are coming up to me and asking about it--so I'm going to keep my word. My students worked really hard during the FCAT for this. However, you can believe that I won't SHOW them I'm scared on the video or I will never (ever ever) live it down, LOL (especially from Hot Teacher, who's also jumping with me. Next to K., he's my best teacher friend, particularly now that we've gone on a few trips together, but we also give each other a HORRENDOUS amount of shit).

2) Remember C., whose translation of "swine" to "sweeney" has become Broken Road legend? Today, I passed out the permission slips for our field trip. I told the kids to look them over, and as soon as everyone had theirs, I'd go over it with them.

As I was walking back up to the front of the room, I hear from the back of the room: "Miss K, what's 'lay-ooey'?"

It was C. again. Any guess on the word he was reading THIS time? (And mind you, he's one of my smart ones, LOL.)

"It's 'lieu,' C," I said, chuckling. "Not lay-ooey."

He crinkled up his nose in the cutest way. "What the heck does THAT mean?"

"In place of, or instead of," I said.

"Well then how come you said "lay-ooey" instead of THAT?" he asked.

"It's not lay-ooey, it's--never mind," I answered. "Let's look at the rest of the form, shall we?"

And you know you blog too much when: the second I heard the word "lay-ooey"--and realized it was the same kid as "sweeney"--I couldn't WAIT to get home and post it on here.

Seriously, I'm laughing again just thinking about it.