It's time for summer.

Ya'll. Seriously. It is time for the kids to be home all day, and annoying their mothers instead of me.

My class wasn't too terribly bad, but we had the novelty of (another) new student, so they were on their better behavior. KC's class, however...not so much. At one point, they spontaneously broke out into song. Their choice? Bon Jovi's "Livin' on a Prayer." I couldn't make that up.

We were working on an activity in class today, and I gave the kids a ruler and a sheet of blue construction paper. I told them to measure out an 8 x 8 square, and then showed them how step-by-step. Twice.

Apparently, they thought I had given them an alien space craft and asked them to dissect it, write a forty-zillion page report on it, and then send it back to the mothership, based on the fits they were throwing in between whining about how hard it was and how they didn't know how to do it, etc.

During KC's class, however, they broke not one, but two rulers. Yes. Two rulers. The first was broken by a yahoo playing baseball with the ruler and his water bottle. While I was teaching.

Even some of my kids couldn't believe the second broken ruler, as evidenced by this declaration from a student: “I was using mine as a bendy catapult and I didn’t even break it. What is wrong with you?”

In the hopes that tomorrow will be better, my sick and sorry self will be vegging on the couch watching Bones and other such televisionish things. But I will leave you with this one little conversation between me and one of my precious little pumpkin darling sweetling:

kid: He just kicked me.
me: I'm sorry to hear that.
kid: What am I supposed to say?!
me: Hey! Don't kick me!
kid (to other kid): HEY! DON'T KICK ME!

It's time for summer indeed.