So, Leon--of stuffed animal fame--is pretty good for a laugh, or five, on a daily basis. He's pocket-sized with an elf's voice, five years behind socially, but also has a finely tuned sense of humor that goes beyond his years. Lately, his mornings have gotten exceedingly more difficult in terms of focus until around lunch time when the, er, "necessaries" as we ED teachers code them, kick fully into the bloodstream.
While this has been a source of frustration for work production, it has been quite the blessing on the comic relief side. If I had a journal nearby at every minute of the day, I'm sure I would have logged hundreds of quotes or notable events by this point, but I think the last 3 days of the school week were really the most worthy of mention.
Not surprisingly, homework has been a major issue for the crew lately. Leon seems to be the one exception who rarely misses an assignment. I attempted to make an example of him this week in Resource class by engaging him in a conversation in front of the whole class about the positive effects of following through with student responsibilities.
Me: "Leon, how does it feel that you get your homework done every night and turn it in on time?"
Leon: "Um, okay?"
Me: "As a result, what do you think your grade is in Resource?"
Leon: "I would say a 1...2...3?"
Me: "What? No, no. Your letter grade. You know 'A', 'B', 'C'..."
Leon: "....ABC...It's easy as 123...oh, oh God. I can't believe I just sang that."
Me: "Okay, Leon focus, here. I asked you what you think your grade is in Resource."
Leon: "Um...an A?.. ABC...It's easy as...oh, God. I did it again!"
Since he had nothing to work on in Resource, I let Leon start a game of Yahtzee with the substitute aide for the day. I heard him throw the dice into the cup and begin to shake it.
"Shaken or stirred?" he cried to the aide. Imaginably a little taken aback she didn't answer. "Shaken it is!" And he tossed the dice onto the table.
Already quite revved up for the morning, I was surprised when Leon went to the bathroom a few minutes into class. This is not part of his typical routine. I should have known. Two minutes later he returned, without a peep, a foot of toilet paper wrapped around his head in a ninja-style headband. All the adults in the room silently cried tears of laughter, Leon merely smiled and returned to his seat. Class went on.
The kid had a pretty solid 3-day streak going. I'm almost sorry the weekend interrupted it...Almost.