COWBOY BOOTS
If you've ever dressed a child you will love it.
Did you hear about the Texas Teacher who was helping one of her
Kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots?
He asked for help and the teacher could see why. Even with her pulling
and him pushing, the little boots still didn't want to go on. Finally,
when the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost cried
when the little boy said, "Teacher, they're on the wrong feet."
She looked and sure enough, they were. It wasn't any easier pulling the
boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as
together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right
feet.
He then announced, "These aren't my boots."
She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, "Why
didn't you say so?" like she wanted to, And once again she struggled to
help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet. No sooner than
they got the boots off he said, "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made
me wear 'em."
Now she didn't know if she should laugh or cry, but she mustered up the
grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.
Helping him into his coat, she asked, "Now, where are your mittens?"
He said, "I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots"
Her trial starts next month
Cowboy boots!
Cowboy boots!
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Cowboy boots!
You're probably thinking that's a joke...but it's actually a true story right out of the classroom. I should know.:-2
Reminds me of the time I was starting my first day as a teacher. As I looked proudly around my new classroom early in the morning before school had started, two little girls walked in.
One asked, "Are you our new teacher?"
I replied proudly, "Yes I am! My name is Mr. Ives!"
The little girl, stared at me for a couple of seconds, then her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto the floor, out cold.
Horrified, I told the other little girl to "get the Principal, quick!"
Not knowing what to do, I straightened out her body, put my jacket under her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. I checked her pulse. She was breathing normally and regularly.
At this point the principal came in, took one look at the little girl with her arms crossed across her chest and yelled at me, "Your first day and you've already killed one of them?!!":o
(She had just fainted because she was dehydrated the nurse told me later.)
Such is the life of a teacher.
Reminds me of the time I was starting my first day as a teacher. As I looked proudly around my new classroom early in the morning before school had started, two little girls walked in.
One asked, "Are you our new teacher?"
I replied proudly, "Yes I am! My name is Mr. Ives!"
The little girl, stared at me for a couple of seconds, then her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto the floor, out cold.
Horrified, I told the other little girl to "get the Principal, quick!"
Not knowing what to do, I straightened out her body, put my jacket under her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. I checked her pulse. She was breathing normally and regularly.
At this point the principal came in, took one look at the little girl with her arms crossed across her chest and yelled at me, "Your first day and you've already killed one of them?!!":o
(She had just fainted because she was dehydrated the nurse told me later.)
Such is the life of a teacher.
All the world's a stage and the men and women merely players...Shakespeare
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Jives, what a teacher you are!
Cowboy boots!
Jives wrote: You're probably thinking that's a joke...but it's actually a true story right out of the classroom. I should know.:-2
Reminds me of the time I was starting my first day as a teacher. As I looked proudly around my new classroom early in the morning before school had started, two little girls walked in.
One asked, "Are you our new teacher?"
I replied proudly, "Yes I am! My name is Mr. Ives!"
The little girl, stared at me for a couple of seconds, then her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto the floor, out cold.
Horrified, I told the other little girl to "get the Principal, quick!"
Not knowing what to do, I straightened out her body, put my jacket under her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. I checked her pulse. She was breathing normally and regularly.
At this point the principal came in, took one look at the little girl with her arms crossed across her chest and yelled at me, "Your first day and you've already killed one of them?!!":o
(She had just fainted because she was dehydrated the nurse told me later.)
Such is the life of a teacher.
:yh_rotfl I hope you are more careful when you introduce yourself now.:wah:
Reminds me of the time I was starting my first day as a teacher. As I looked proudly around my new classroom early in the morning before school had started, two little girls walked in.
One asked, "Are you our new teacher?"
I replied proudly, "Yes I am! My name is Mr. Ives!"
The little girl, stared at me for a couple of seconds, then her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto the floor, out cold.
Horrified, I told the other little girl to "get the Principal, quick!"
Not knowing what to do, I straightened out her body, put my jacket under her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. I checked her pulse. She was breathing normally and regularly.
At this point the principal came in, took one look at the little girl with her arms crossed across her chest and yelled at me, "Your first day and you've already killed one of them?!!":o
(She had just fainted because she was dehydrated the nurse told me later.)
Such is the life of a teacher.
:yh_rotfl I hope you are more careful when you introduce yourself now.:wah:
Schooling results in matriculation. Education is a process that changes the learner.
Cowboy boots!
Poor little thing...aren't you ashamed ?
Preach the gospel at all times and if necessary use words..:driving: .a thought home.