Visa debit cards, Justin Bieber and "Owned Dissigens"

Here's the prompt:

If you could be one age for a week, what age would you be? Why? What would you do?

These are some of the gems I received today:

K. (of this lovely and this lovely) said: "If I were a age I want to be 18 so I can join the army. I would go to the gym and get a Visa debit card."

L. (featured here): "I would turn 13 or 14 then I would try to go out with Justin Bieber. These are my two reasons. 1. because he's totally cute. 2. It would seen fun to be as old as my brother and I would only be that old for a week."

and J. (our newest overheard at school contestant!): "I would like to be 18 cuz then you would be able to do your owned dissigens (decisions if you don't read 6th grader) and I would start working to by my own stuff and not ask my parents for anything. Then I could move and get my own place and even if this doesn't happen, I plan to be responsible for what I do and not blame any1 for my actions. But first I plan to live my childhood I don't wanna grown that fast but then agen (again for those of you who can't keep up) it's just one week."

Man. I love their thinking!

*All spelling mistakes are what the 6th grader actually wrote, I wanted this to be authentic...please take off your judging pants before you call me on it.

Bye Bye Soda

For about the past year, I have been enjoying one of these every day of my life.

I would stop at a gas station on my way to work every morning and fill up then drink the beverage through the morning (read as: in front of my class). Almost every day someone would ask if they could bring soda to school and I would say, "HECK NO!" and continue on in my hypocritical ways. Listen kids, it's do as I say, not as I do.

However, on Saturday April 3rd, I gave it up. I just said, "You can't control me, Pepsi!" And so it was. I was done. Never to partake again.

Easter Sunday was rough and I thought I was going to die. Oh, the life of an addict. I struggled through though and didn't go back on my word (though I wanted to with every fiber of my being!).

My class went back on-track on Tuesday. Tuesday was rough but had nothing to do with the lack of caffeine.

On Wednesday, I had a professional development class and one of my teammates asked if I wanted him to pour me a cup of Coke.

Me: "Nope. I've given it up."

Mr.: "Oh, really? When?"

Me: "Saturday."

Mr.: "Oh, well when you fall off the wagon I'll be there with a cold Coke waiting."

Me: "No. I'm really done and you can't tempt me."

Mr.: "I believe you, I'm just saying I always have a Coke if you need one."

Me: "Ok. I'll keep that in mind."

But I have been strong. I've resisted his tempations.

On Thursday, one of my students finally noticed that I hadn't had any soda all week.

J.: "Miss J., you haven't had a soda all week. Are you just drinking them really fast now so we don't see them?"

Me: "Nope, I gave it up. I'm not drinking soda any more."

J.: "Why would you do that?"

Me: "Because soda eats your insides and I like my insides intact."

J.: (Puzzled look) "Ooooh."

I'm happy to report that it has now been two weeks and not a drop of soda has entered my body.