Life according to a 2nd Grader

Following are two examples :) Hope you enjoy!


Larry and the Pencil Tragedy
"Ms O, Ms O, Ms O," ran Danny nearly slamming into the side of my desk with wide eyes and astonishment.
"What is it? Is this a tattle?"
"No, it's not a tattle. It's the truth!!! Larry has 23 pencils in his desk!"
How he knows that Larry has exactly 23 pencils in his desk is what I would like to know.
"Don't worry about Larry, you just go sit in your desk and worry about your own self. Do you have 3 sharpened pencils?" (3 is the alloted number we get at the beginning of each week to number one ensure that we have pencils for the week and number two to hopefully build some responsibility).
"Well, yes."
"Okay, then. Go sit down."
"But what about Larry and his 23 pencils?"
"Don't worry about Larry and his 23 pencils?"
"But Ms O . . . . "

Of course, I now have exactly 20 more pencils in a cup on my desk for anyone who happens to lose his or her pencils.



Marlene and the Childlike Wonder
Marlene is the girl who can ask questions non-stop - questions that have nothing to do with what we are talking about, questions that have nothing to do with anything in the 2nd grade, questions that I have no earthly idea where they come from - outer space, I think.

One day, I observed her and two other little girls watching our butterflies. This was the conversation that ensued. (The parenthesis are my responses)

Marlene, "Oh look at the pretty butterflies I wander why they aren't flying. Why are you just sitting there butterflies? Fly fly. Ms O why aren't they flying? (i think their wings are still wet) Oh, wow, their wings are still wet. Hmmm, well I wonder when they will start flying. Maybe I can draw a picture of them. Ms O, Can I draw a picture of them? (later) Later, I can draw a picture of them. I wonder what color I should draw them. Maybe I can use markers or just crayons. I don't know. I wonder when those chrysallis will hatch. When will those chyrsalles hatch, Ms O? (I don't know, soon I think) Soon, they will hatch soon. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. There are nine butterflies. Ms O did you see that there are nine butterflies? (it's amazing). One, two, three, four, five -there are five chrysallises. Hmm, I wonder when they will become butterflies. When will they become butterflies, Ms O? ( i don't know sweetie pie, soon.) They will become butterflies soon, wow. Is that one dead, Ms O? The one on the ground (I think so). Ohh, poor butterfly, it won't become a butterfly. It's dead. I wonder how it died. What happened to it? Poor butterfly, it's dead. I wonder why it fell. Why did it fall, Ms. O (shrug) Should we take it out, Ms O? (we should leave it alone) . . . . . "

I don't think the other two girls said even one word and this continued on for the entire time she observed the butterflies.

Now, I begin to feel my mother's pain when she used to tell us to stop using her name! haha