jibteaches:

I know every single teacher can relate to this on so many levels.

jibteaches:

I know every single teacher can relate to this on so many levels.

CUPCAKE!!!

My phone died. Look at our faces

My phone died. Look at our faces

Where’s my phone

My drink bff that keeps everything in her bra
Covering the spot where I just washed out a spot. How ridiculous does this outfit look for a wedding?

Covering the spot where I just washed out a spot. How ridiculous does this outfit look for a wedding?

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are — underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

Sandra Cisneros (via wi5hfulthinker)

When I was in high school, I worked with a 6th grade class doing poetry and I stayed after school until 6 pm with the classroom teacher turning this story into a poem…

(Source: arpeggia, via modernjuliet)

lolobee8288:

edukaition:

Getting ready for tomorrow. I don’t dedicate a lot of time to the “holiday” but I always fit in this read aloud.

WHAT

We read this every year!

lolobee8288:

edukaition:

Getting ready for tomorrow. I don’t dedicate a lot of time to the “holiday” but I always fit in this read aloud.

WHAT

We read this every year!

The Mrs’ dad sells honey.

As we were labeling jars today, he was telling us the jar sizes… 4 oz, 10 oz, half pound, pound, and pint.

Apparently mixing measures of volume and weight doesn’t bother anyone but me…

Happy birthday, PPT!

Student 1: Hey! That's Brendan's lunch box!
( I open it and take out a granola bar)
Student 1: Hey! That's Brendan's granola bar.
Me: It's cool. I discovered it.
Students: Oh okay. As long as you're not going to eat it.
Me: No, it's totally cool. I discovered it. This is mine now. (Eats the granola bar while giggling to myself)
Students: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(Brendan comes back in the room)
Student 1: Brendan! He ate your granola bar!
Me: I discovered it. It was mine.
Brendan: It wasn't even my granola bar!
Student 1: Did you hug Mr. F?
Student 2: ...Yea?
Me: You didn't know he's my nephew?
Student 1: He is?! You never told us that!
Student 2: Wait, I'm what?

girlcanteach:

hithertokt:

theadventuresofanintrovert:

washedbywater:

pocketmoony:

This made me laugh so hard!

Yep. Every kid, every day.

Omg! This made me laugh so hard. It should make me angry but it’s hilarious.

I’m crying.

This was literally me in AP English in 11th grade. Sometimes I wouldn’t even leave campus. I would just go sit in the quad. My teacher could see me from her window. Id be snacking and like, enjoying the sunshine.

This is why I am the slacker whisperer now. Because I was the slacker queen.

That puppy was technically a friend’s and was technically “found” at their house, so….

That puppy was technically a friend’s and was technically “found” at their house, so….

Chair: Okay guys, what do you think we're doing well or is going well this year?
Teacher 1: We communicate well.
Teacher 2: We're keeping up with pacing.
Teacher 3: There have been no office referrals for our grade this year.
Me: Oooh! I've regained the desire to live.