Some teachers let the children come into their classroom in the mornings before school starts.  I don't.  It isn't that I'm being mean.  It's just that I need those precious few moments to prepare for the day.  My students know this.  Still, they like to test the waters every now and then...

A small group of students: (peeking through the window and banging on the door)  Mrs. B!  MRS. BEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Mrs. B:  (calmly, in a sing-song voice)  Go away, little darlings...

Kendra:  Can we come in?

Mrs. B:  No.

Dakota:  But we come in peace!

Mrs. B:  You're gonna BE in pieces if you don't go out to the playground right now!

Dakota:  Man, I really thought that line would work.

Rumor was going around that Wyeth and Madison were an "item."  

Mrs. B:  (to Dakota, the bearer of 3rd grade romance reports)  So you're saying they like each other?

Dakota:  Yup.

Mrs. B:  Are you sure about this?

Dakota:  Pretty sure.

Mrs. B:  Well, that's not the same as sure.

Dakota:  Maybe you should ask them.

Mrs. B:  I don't want to be nosy.

Dakota:  But it's your JOB to be nosy!

Mrs. B:  Let's see...today is February 25th.  Wow.  The month is almost over already!  That was fast!

Dakota:  Good.  I'm sick of the "month of love!"

Jose:  Look, Mrs. B, we have all boys in the front row!

Mrs. B:  And why do you suppose that is?

Dakota:  (who is a girl and sits in the back row)  Because boys are the naughtiest!

James:  (a front-row boy)  And they're also the AWESOMEST!

(Note:  The real reason is that I have 19 boys and only 9 girls in my class, but I thought this explanation was much more amusing.)

Kendra:  Mrs. B, what does "precious" mean?

Mrs. B:  Well, it means valuable.

Kendra:  Like something costs a lot of money?

Mrs. B:  Yes, but it can also mean that something is valuable in a different way.  Like if someone is precious to you.  I'm sure you are all precious to your parents, but that doesn't really have to do with money.

Wyeth:  What do you mean?  WE COST THOUSANDS!  My mom told me.

We had a rough day today...

  Text:  I'm Mrs. b and I will toucher you

  (Just to be clear, she meant "torture.")

Mrs. B:  Okay, today's date is January 8th...oh, look at that!  Today is Elvis's birthday.

Wyeth:  Who's Elvis?

Jason:  Some guy who died on the toilet.