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Accidently Hilarious

My students had a very huge amount of work to get done in a very short time. Because of this they were writing furiously and quietly for almost 40 minutes. They were all hunched over their desks making no noise save pencil scratching and an occassional sniffle. I decided they needed a break (or I was just bored myself by the silence and inactivity).

I walked into the middle of the room and suggested that everybody put their pencils down and stand up. Then I told them to shake their hands — and demonstrated. Next I told them to wiggle their rears — and demonstrated. I ordered them to stretch — and demonstrated. Then I told them to kick their legs high. I demonstrated that, too. And as I demonstrated I felt a pretty solid “thump” right on the seat of my pants. The room was immediately silent.

I slowly turned to look at the half-dozen kids behind me. All six of them were staring wide-eyed. One of them had her hands pressed to her glowing red face. I looked right at her. “Nessa, who kicked me?” I asked. She giggled behind her hands and backed away from me. “It was you, wasn’t it?” I prompted. She tried valiantly to say, “Yes, Miss,” and “I’m sorry,” while clutching her stomach and laughing, so it didn’t come out sounding terribly sincere.

“Hmmm,” I said, “This might require a citation home. In a stern “announcerish” voice I said, Dear Mr. & Mrs. Nessa’s parents, your daughter kicked me in the rear today.” At this point the whole class — including me — lost it. We roared laughing.

As we settled down and were gasping for breath the communicating door between my room and the next-door teacher’s opened. He stuck his head in the classroom and, in his cute Texas drawl, said, “Hey, ya’ll better settle down over here or I’ll have to wup some butt…”

Of course we fell out laughing again. Poor Mr. Texas waved his hands on the air and said, “Ya’ll are nuts!” It was another 5 minutes before we could manage to get back on task.

Now that you’ve been entertained, please indulge me for a moment:

Go to Belle of the Brawl and vote for me in the caption contest NOW! You will find the ballot in the right sidebar. Please, do not read the competition. Just vote for Quilly!

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.


  1. Ah, some laughter….that’s what you needed. With those kids, sounds like you have lots of opportunities to laugh. We all need more of that.

  2. Jackie — yes, laughter healed my hurting heart. I can still fit joy in this horrid schedule.

    Katie — I enjoy my visits to your students, too!

    Jenn — that they are. It’s why I love them!

    Nessa — is today your eleventh birthday? If so, yes, you were in my class yesterday.

  3. Cute, Q, very cute. If there’d been any question as to whom to indict for the crime, I’m sure the guys from “CSI” could have come by, dusted your butt for prints, and, within about 53 minutes including commercials, nailed the guilty kid.

    As for voting without considering the alternatives, that’s how I always vote!

  4. Jan — chaos and laughter are my life.

    Al — the evidence was pretty clear-cut. No need to bother CSI. Although I wouldn’t mind …. never mind.

    Bazza — it is excellent stress relief.

    Kyah — that’s what I work for. It isn’t an illusion in my classroom they are safe and loved. And some of them keep coming back, even after 10 years.

    Kat — classroom learning should be full of joy, excitement and discovery. Life will hand them enough bad stuff without us piling it on too. I am all for daily bouts of laughter and silliness.

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