Observation Time!

Grading... Its what I do.

Baloney Rap

The other day I had a kindergarten class near the end of my very long day.  They had been fairly well behaved.  One little boy came up to me and said "Ms. Sudkamp, can I show you something?" Seeing how wonderful all these students were acting I said yes, and boy was I glad I did.  This kindergartener proceeds to walk to the front of the classroom and rap.

"What! What! What! What" (Class starts to clap with him)

"Hey my name is Tony,
they call me macaroni.
I slapped my girl with a piece of baloney!
Lets dance!"

The Dangers of Cooked Music

In preparation of an after school activity our music teacher was practicing the piano piece while the van riders were waiting.  One boy came up to me and said "His music reminds me of when my mom cooks." Thinking he meant she played music while cooking.  "Oh, really?" I said.  "Yes. But when you cook music it is poisonous, you could die. You can't eat cooked music."  With his logic I assume you can only eat raw music.

Butterfly or Penis?

The best part of being an art teacher are some of the hilarious things that are drawn by children.  I asked the students to make something out of 2 triangles.  Below is a drawing of a "butterfly" by a kindergarten boy.

The joys of being an art teacher.

Doesn't help that it is brown.

I also have a 2nd from the same class. Penis' for all.

Some students drew trees, buildings, cats, rabbits, dogs or other non phallic things.

"I'll never paint again!"

This past week I painted with my Kindergarten and 1st grade students. I was terrified.  Before we began I gave the students a talk "If I see any paint on my floor, on yourself, on your friends... we will never paint again."  If it was an accident however I wouldn't be upset.  It went well, the student tried their hardest to stay clean and held their painting "like big cakes."  They lined up one by one as I placed the painting in the drying rack.  Right as this one Kindergartener got up to me she tripped, face planting into her painting!  SPLAT! Coming back up we pealed the painting off of her face. Surprisingly nothing smudged!  There was a perfect image of her flowers on her face.  She looked at me with a dismay in her eyes "I'll never paint again!" I couldn't help it, I rolled with laughter.  Once I recovered I told her not to worry, it was an accident and proceeded to clean her face with a sponge.

This is why I teach art.

Image from funart4kids