I chew on pens. And I mean bad. Really, really, bad. But only my own and no one else's. It's like this terrible, nervous, thinking-process habit or something. I know it's disgusting and I am totally embarrassed and I want to go throw away every pen in my household right this very moment. And then go buy new ones. And chew on them. Just kidding, not really.
Ok, I have had this gross habit for a long time. But I didn't really notice it was that bad until one of my students pointed it out. I am testing a student at the back table, let's call him S. Well, I am back there talking to S about to being tested, when he looks over at my Lion Easter Egg basket that I use as a pen/marker holder. He says, "Oh, Mrs. Appleberry, I think some dogs have been chewing on your pens." I smile, laugh and nod.
Honey, no dogs have been chewing on your teacher's pens. Just the teacher.
At least it's not my fingernails. Oh, crap.

2 comments:
Just so you know, boys love their mom a WHOLE lot and they don't always stink.
LOL! I know Kathy! But you put 11 of them in a room after lunch and you are forced to open up a window. :)
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