How They Notice Us!

Today during my first science class of the morning, I had a misadventure with a leaky bottle of red food coloring.  My left hand still looks like I have been in a grisly movie.  Of course, I had to open every class during the remainder of the day with an explanation, “Its not blood…”   Or else we wouldn’t have gotten any science done.

At lunch teachers were telling some funny stories about their students.  One teacher told how several of her students were really worried about her one morning.  “Ms. K, are you okay?”  “I’m fine- why do you ask?” “There’s something not right.  You look sick.”  Finally one especially attentive girl said, “Your eyes look bad.  Did you forget your make-up?”  Sure enough, Ms. K had neglected the mascara that morning!

Another teacher told how her kiddo asked her, “Where are your eyebrows?” when she came to work without her usual make-up.

We laughed, and I remembered an old story from when I taught nursery school.  It was a rare day that I wore sheer stockings (I know, I know, this really dates me.)  One little boy sitting at my feet at story time started stroking my leg and said, “You’ve got nice legs, Ms. M.”

They sure do notice us.  I’ll bet you have a story of your own.  I’d love to read it in a comment- or in your next slice!

13 thoughts on “How They Notice Us!

  1. It is amazing what kids notice. I know I had to be careful not to wear the same sport coat, (yes, I word a jacket to school every day). I also had to make sure I didn’t wear the same tie within the same week.

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  2. They notice every little thing. I let mine ‘teach a lesson’ on occasion and it’s hysterical the things/actions/gestures about me they would imitate. 🙂 I enjoyed your ‘it’s not blood’ story.

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  3. Your post reminded me of similar conversations that I’ve had with my students. One day earlier in the winter, I wore a new turtleneck sweater that was a beige color. One of my fifth graders walked in and gasped when she saw me because she thought I had a neck brace on and had been in an accident.


  4. A few weeks ago we were working on punctuating quotations in my high school English class. I asked them to either start with “Ms Potts says” or end with “says Ms Potts”. We were laughing in the aisles by the time they’d filled the boards. They are observant, these children I teach. 🙂


  5. I teach Kindergarten and have gotten “remember that one time you were funny” and “I love your shirt- my grandma has that shirt.” Needless to say I did not wear that shirt again.


  6. In my last few years of teaching, my hair seemed to be what students noticed most. A lot of the teachers at my school put photos of their younger selves outside the classroom door, next to the name tag, so I followed suit. Kids would look at the photo, then look at me, and then ask me when I had become a blond. Ouch, transitioning to gray isn’t easy.
    I loved reading the variety of things students noticed about their teachers. (The mascara one struck me as particularly funny – how observant!)


  7. Oh my goodness! You made me laugh out loud. The mascara story is the best. My students seem to notice my clothes the most…you have a hole in your tights, there’s a stain on your blouse, that jacket is way too big on you and you are really short when you wear tennis shoes. Gotta love the honesty of kids.


  8. One of my favorites from EARLY in my career– way back when small-town conservative was my norm– I had a cold sore as a result of a virus. It was a small one and was on the downhill side of things, starting to heal. After presenting the lesson, before releasing students to work on their task, I asked if anyone had questions. One young lady certainly did! She raised her hand and asked if I had tried to get my lip pierced but reconsidered. Your post reminded me of that, and it still makes me laugh twenty years later.

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