Category Archives: Things That Make You Go Hmmm…


Here are just a few things that have popped into my head this morning:

1. In New Orleans, why do people flash for beads? The strands cost about $0.29 apiece, which means that, even if you “earned” 50 or so, that would mean that they would only be worth around $15. Really? Are they that precious??? I mean, it’s not like you’re doing it for a diamond necklace, because THAT would probably be a totally different story! ūüėČ

2. When you get a piece of toast stuck in the toaster, do you ever feel like you’re playing the game “Operation” as you try to get it out with the tip of a knife? I know, I know: you’re supposed to unplug the toaster before you stick a metal object in there, but sometimes it seems like a fun and dangerous game for 7:30 in the morning.

3. If you hear someone mispronouncing something or misusing a word, do you correct them? I know that we all probably roll our eyes, sigh, and silently admonish them for their silly mistake, but wouldn’t it be better if we actually let them know???


Oh, Those Kids!

Today felt like a day straight out of the “Twilight Zone.” My definition of what is “normal” is relative, based on the very diverse personalities in my class. There is rarely a day when I am not left laughing or shaking my head because of something my kids have said or done. That being said, today felt like a chain of very disturbing and strange events, even for my kids.

As with all schools, our day started out with announcements¬†and the Pledge of Allegiance. Just like any other day, I stood up for the pledge and placed my hand over my heart, but apparently, I removed it before the voice on the intercom said “all.” Upon seeing that, one of my dear, sweet children (who happens to have no boundaries), decided that it was appropriate to place HIS hand over my heart, so that I could appropriately finish the pledge. Well, as we all know, a woman’s heart lies in very close proximity to another organ, so his sweet, patriotic gesture turned out to look more sinister and perverse. I¬†immediately took his hand off and asked him what he was doing, to which he responded, “Mrs. Rannou, you took your hand off your heart before the whole pledge was over, so I¬†let you borrow mine.” Now, just to clarify, this is not a little boy who had anything other than innocent intentions, unlike some of the other, less naive kids in my class. While the idea of the gesture itself was actually quite sweet, I was weirded out by it for the rest of the day!

After the rather unusual start to my day, it didn’t really get any better. At the beginning of the day, I noticed that a few of my students had holes in their pants, very close to an area that needs to remain covered, if you catch my drift. Upon seeing this, I called each child over individually to let them know that they needed to be careful of how they sat, so as not to expose their underwear. Two of them were kind of embarrassed, and the other one seemed oblivious as to why the hole could cause a problem. He proceeded to sit in a manner that made his underwear quite visible, and on several occasions, the other kids pointed it out to him, in an attempt to get him to be a little more discreet. Their attempts fell on deaf ears, much as mine had. Fast forward an hour or two, when my students were working in groups at their tables. This boy had his hand raised, so I made my way to his table, and upon my arrival, was greeted with quite a surprise. I won’t go into any more detail than to say that I saw something I shouldn’t have. I immediately asked another teacher in the room to take him to get¬†another pair of pants from the school’s “clothes closet,” but he protested, saying that he, and his pants, were ok. Of course, I refused to accept this after the mishap, so eventually, he ended up wearing a new pair of hole-free pants. Who would have thought the offer of a new pair of pants would sound so unappealing???

As if the first two things weren’t enough, this last one sent me over the edge. Apparently, I have a student who has been peeing outside in the mornings, as soon as he gets off the bus. I was made aware of the situation by another student last week, when, upon entering the classroom, looked at the other boy and said, “You nasty!” Obviously, I had no idea where this had come from, but after inquiring about the root of this insult, I found out that the student had peed¬†outside on the sidewalk. I assumed that this was a one-time thing, so after talking to the little boy, I didn’t pursue it any further. Well, I guess I was wrong, because I have heard several kids say, “That’s the boy who pees on the ground.” Wow. What a legacy to leave as he goes to 3rd grade. Actually, his new moniker sounds oddly enough like the title to a possible TLC documentary, along the same lines as “The Half-Ton Teen” or “World’s Strongest Toddler”…

Looking back at all of the craziness from this year, I really can’t do anything but laugh. If nothing else, this bunch of kids has provided me with so many funny memories, and as of late, some really good Facebook and blog posts! I only wonder if next year’s group will be¬†this exciting. To be perfectly honest, part of me hopes they are!

Wonderfully Trashy Television

As my vacation from work now seems like a distant memory, I am left longing for one of my favorite guilty pleasures: trashy reality tv shows. One of my favorites, and I think I would have a lot of supporters in this, is “Real Housewives.” Bravo does such a wonderful job of finding drama-filled, mindless television, and I absolutely love it. I don’t know if it’s just the allure of having a “window” into someone else’s life, or if it’s that I really don’t have to think when I watch it. Don’t get me wrong: I watch my fair share of “brainy” television too (lots of documentaries), and I love that, but sometimes it’s just fun to watch someone like Teresa (from RHofNJ) flip a table because she doesn’t like someone. Now, in “real life” (and by “real life” I mean one that doesn’t include a film crew), you or I would not be able to do that, and I think that’s part of the draw too: these crazy ladies do things that we have THOUGHT¬†about doing¬†or WISHED¬†we could do¬†but haven’t, because of the threat of embarrassment/divorce/fines/jail time.

And, while I love shows like this, they are¬†the bain¬†of my¬†husband’s existence. Whenever he comes home from work and either sees it on the TV, or even hears Camille Grammar’s voice, he lets out an audible groan. He says that he doesn’t understand why a smart person (I’m assuming me?) would want to fill their head (and time) with shows such as these. Apparently, he is not entertained by Kelly’s analogies or Alexis’¬†cheeseball of a husband. I, for one, still am entertained by silly this like this, so I will continue to wait patiently for my next vacation, when I can catch back up with my favorite crazy ladies.