honer

sometimes i wonder what goes on my students' heads. i mean, really.

case in point: every week, my students have to write their spelling words at least one time for homework. all they have to do is copy the words from their book onto their paper. the hardest thing about the paper is making sure that i can read their handwriting. yet every week, i have about 6-8 students who have a ridiculous number of words spelled wrong.

yeah, i don't take that very well.

so those little darlings have to stay in from recess until they hand in a perfect paper. once they realized that recess was involved, i suddenly started getting some GREAT papers. however, i had one student who consistenly spelled the word "honor". he kept writing "honer". i kept handing his paper back and saying, "look at number 3: 'honor' is spelled wrong." so he went back and came back and handed back the exact same paper with no corrections. for those of you who have had the joy of repeating yourself numerous times, you can probably imagine what is going on in my head right about now. i very calmly told him to look at the book. his reply?

"that's what the book says."

that's what the book says? THAT'S WHAT THE BOOK SAYS? i wonder if he actually thought i would buy that excuse. i mean, really.

but then i thought about my relationship with God. i know i give the lamest excuses about not doing what i should do. and now i can picture God looking at me and saying, "really? you honestly think I'm going to believe that?" talk about a wake-up call. God used a third grader to convict me. i must've needed it.

i mean, really.