So I have this little girl in my class who is physically darling and she is brillant. But she is such an oddball. She has this wealth of knowledge that makes me want to pants her. ha. her older brother is autistic. and i surely remember him although when he was in 2nd grade, he wasn't in my class. well, during our last two mornings of testing, her mom came in and helped. don't get me wrong, i'm extremely grateful. she was so genergous to come and spend two mornings watching as my sweet little students chose all the wrong answers (almost literally - grrrr) this morning - during our break, she was talking, talking, talking. and then she kept talking. we were all being polite, but as she talked longer and longer, i started thinking "whoa. you're a whackjob, its no wonder you have whacky kids!"
then I got to thinking - my poor parents, and the shame i've probably caused them along the way. i like to think i have pretty amazing parents, so that must mean i'm like all of their little worst qualities. their inner demons, if you will. i think i've decided that i won't procreate - i surely don't want to see what little monster's i could create.
ok. i'm mostly joking - but sometimes that thought is scary!