to celebrate martin luther king, jr. day my kiddos wrote their own little dream speeches. together we brainstormed some ideas... "...pizza for lunch everyday.", "...that everyone would be included in games on the playground."... some of them were more sincere then others, but this one stopped me in my tracks.
as i was circling around my room visiting with each student about their dreams one student slyly covered up his paper. of course, i'm not letting that slide. so what did this little guy dream up? "i have a dream that my teacher would be on america's next top model." SAY, WHAT!? YEAH. THAT'S RIGHT.
i responded with a "oh, my." and told the little fella that he should come up with some of his own dreams to accomplish-- because that was not one of mine. i wrote a silly comment on his paper and kept walking. (oufta. that was awkward.)
later that week i ran into some of his relatives (mom and grandpa-- both on separate occasions) mom said she thought her little guy was a woot and agreed with him 100%. grandpa (who i never met) stopped in the classroom one afternoon and said, "so, this is the ms. america my grandson has been talking about. i had to come and see for myself. i understand now!" of course, what can you say but thank you... but c'mon. REALLY, GRANDPA.
anywhoo, guess i'm in the wrong field. where can I trade in my teacher books for stilettos?
