Oops. I mean, BINGO! I whipped up this Bingo center for our Valentine’s Day Party tomorrow. I say whipped up, but I really mean I neglected it a lot as I blog stalked, became one with my reality TV peeps, and read from the three books I am reading. Oh, and I may have completed my report cards during this time, too. Minus one reading comprehension grade that I will have to enter AFTER I do one more running record on a kid that was absent recently and then I forgot about him. Don’t judge. I forget kids all the time. It’s the sheer number of them. It doesn’t reflect on me in the slightest.
The other day, my assistant principal called me after lunch to ask me if I was missing something. Let’s see here. Hmmm. I was missing the real housewives of Orange County but they just recently came back into my life. So it’s not that. And I was missing Parenthood but it finally came back on after leaving for no good reason. Hmmm. I really miss being able to do all of the fun learning things that I used to be able to do before the Curriculum Cops were given their shiny new badges and started patrolling these here parts. Is that it?
Well, I was zero for three.
I was missing a student. A live boy. Human.
A quiet boy. So how was I supposed to know?
And why didn’t his friends clue me in?
(Turns out Assistant Principal took him from the playground to her office and did not tell me until the phone call. I do not see how I could have been missing him if he was still on school property and with an authority figure. Right? Right?)
It’s 9:00. Do you know where your friends are? I do. Mine are on the web or watching The Jersey Shore. So there.
I apparently just got distracted very easily right then. I may be experiencing some over-dose effects from the Math Pills I took today.
Where was I? Oh, that’s right. I made Bingo. For Valentine’s Day. It is the most un-academic thing I’ve ever seen. There are no words. Literally. No words. Just pictures. But it’s for one of our PARTY centers. It’s for a PARTY. So please don’t call the Curriculum Cops on me. I just got off probation for that last art project I did.
We are off on Monday (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) for George or Abe and then we also get the following Monday off for either George or Abe. What a relief. My kids are not acting very
valentine-y valentine-ee loving towards one another.
I’m laughing as I write it. And I did laugh. I may have howled. He is very literal. And it was quite literally what was happening in our room. Crying. Out Loud.
Everyone had a good laugh. Even the drama girls. Wipe tears, get to gluing, and let’s move on, shall we? Or better yet, let’s pack up and read Junie B. I don’t know how I planned it this way (I read the books in order – it is a MUST, in my opinion) but we just started The Mushy Gushy Valentine. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 Now that’s good timing. It’s the little things.
So I hope someone can use this Bingo. Maybe with your infant child?
And have you ever lost a kid? Wait. I didn’t LOSE him. Let’s rephrase. Have you ever had a kid go “missing”? Yes, that sounds better. Have you ever had a kid go missing?