Sometimes, my students' observations haunt me.
"If there are watermelons, then there should be fire melons, air melons, and earth melons. Y'know, the ele-melons."

I did not, in fact, know. And now I can't un-know this.

Imagine a Muppets Beauty and the Beast remake, but Pedro Pascal is the Beast and the only human in the cast. When the curse is lifted, his true form is revealed: Kermit the Frog. I would watch the hell out of that.

Sometimes, I lay awake at night thinking about the questions my students ask me. Questions like:
"Does Lightning McQueen have car insurance or life insurance?" Or "If oranges are called oranges, then shouldn't apples be called reds?"

Today, I thought I'd teach my students about raise negotiations. They have now decided they will strike until they get a raise in snacks. I'm both terrified and impressed.

My goal: Have my students create balloon towers as a community builder.
How it ended: A terrifying, shambling monstrosity.

After tutoring a quiet, soft-spoken student, she told me: "Miss, don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you're perpetually awkward." I mean... yeah, but yall didn't need to call me out so hard.