The events leading up to this event are a little sketchy and may or may not have taken place during writing workshop. However, it involves several pig erasers in my student, Al’s possession. Said erasers were nameless at the time of the slice.
Another student and I suggested the pigs be called Bacon, Hot Dog, and Pork Chop. Al did not find this entertaining.
He continued to brainstorm names, accepting Pork Chop – not because it’s a food, but because it’s just a good sounding name. He still needed two more…
“Ohhhh!!! Spiderpig!!!” Al shouted.
And then the low chatter of students raised and then transformed into the singing of Spiderpig – as a class, they sang. Al danced to a beat (not the beat), eyes closed, basking in the voices of his classmate’s singing.
“Spider pig, Spider pig. Does whatever a….” it didn’t last long, they weren’t all very confident with the words… But the memory of the impromptu song will last much longer.
After deciding he would write about this for the last slice of March, he said of this event: “One day the blogs are going to get old and everyone is going to forget it, but I’m never going to forget it.”
It’s the last day of March and the Slice of Life Challenge! Congratulations!
❤️ Beauty and the Beast
❤️ My nephew was so happy to see me at dinner on Saturday.
❤️ Chinese with my family on Saturday
❤️ Smell of new books
❤️ I’m not coughing right now…
❤️ Conversations with Troy
❤️ Lifetime Movies
❤️ Slice of Life Challenge
❤️ Less than 5 days until Spring Break!
Friday. Their eyes were not on me. On the iPads or the friend across the room, but not on me. They weren’t listening either…
“Leave everything at your tables and come over here and sit.”
It didn’t take long until everyone was sitting in front of me. I sat on the ground with them, legs crossed in front of me and started sharing a few housekeeping details I need them to hear when I noticed the boy in front of me reaching. It looked like he was reaching toward my foot… My voice trailed off as I watched him.
He slowly reached toward my foot and pulled my cheap green flip flop off. The whole class was watching now, quiet. My announcements forgotten.
He held the flip flop in two hands, looking at it and turning to the side and back again. Still we watched, entranced by this confusing turn of events.
Then, to the surprise of everyone, he sniffed my flip-flop. Yes, I kid you not, nose to flip-flop and inhaled.
The silence was broken with the cries of confusion and, frankly, disgust. “What?!?” “Gross!” “Seriously?”
When I inquired the reason for this strange action, all I got was a shrug… WHAT?!?