A fifth-grade student who loves attention makes a loud pop
The class overreacts, laughing and kicking their feet.
I call the student out, he is grinning proudly, acting puffed up...
until he notices that his teacher has returned.
She says “you have made a mistake. I can cancel tomorrow’s party”
This calms them down for a minute or two.
She says, “If there is another loud pop, the party is cancelled.”
There are two more, because they found balloons.
I keep my mouth shut, because I want them to have their party.
And I made these kinds of silly mistakes when I was in fifth-grade.
I want to paint your nails Mrs. Kay.
No, I say. It might hurt.
She rolls her eyes and says, "Painting your nails doesn’t hurt!"
I say," I have heard it is like having your hair cut. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
She slaps herself in the forehead.
She is nine, and is easily lured in.
We have a little talk.
She is pro nail polish; I am con, telling her I think it will hurt.
She is trying to reason with me; I pretend I am fearful.
She is a drama queen, and totally overreacts.
We are friends at school.
She wants to be in my office all the time.
She has NO problems; high self esteem, but she loves me.
I had asked for her at this time and her teacher said she could not come.
Ten minutes later the teacher sent her down.
I am sure she was bugging the teacher to let her come.
The coach walks by, and she says, "“There is the coach. I am going to ask her if it hurts to paint your nails.”
She opens the door and yells, "Coach, does it hurt to paint your nails?”
I do not even have to nod my head.
The coach says, “Oh, yes. It hurts as if you are on fire.”
The eight-year old leaves us saying, “you are both crazy”.
We smile at each other.
Today's entertainment for the cave is easy.
We watch an easily manipulated grizzly fly into mama bear mode
She races toward the sea, plunging in, looking for her cub
He is not there.it was a lie; she looks furious!
She comes out sputtering, eats a few campers.
Spits out their stomachs.
They always eat the wrong foods! She shrieks.
Her mate is there now, he is holding back, he looks fearful.
He helps her look, but their son is nowhere in sight.
An evil crow sends them on a goose chase to the west.
The geese fly up in front of them, hitting their butts on rooftops.
It is insane how crazed Mama Bear appears now.
When should we tell her? Black Bear asks the other mama bears.
Let her chase through the meadow and stomp the flowers first.
Grizzly bear son appears at that second, ruining the women's fun.
It is over, until tomorrow when they plan to rile her up again.
No one riles faster than this grizzly bear mama
Or has made fewer friends; the other women despise her.
She overreacts to everything!
They have been the recipients of her wrath,
so they love watching her fly into a rage over nothing.
Unfortunately, it is their weekly entertainment.
Mel is a sensationalist
Always bringing worst scenarios to the fray
at every meeting
There are five of us
Three of us have her figured out
Unfortunately our boss instantly overreacts
To every one of Mel’s utterances
We have no idea why
There is some weird bond.
Many of her facts are based on nothing substantial
Merely rumors or gossip.
We others are supposed to act immediately
The boss would have us jumping at every one
perpetually believing her silly cousin Mel.
That girl with a Nicki Minaj look really annoys me,
She boasts a lot thing that truly makes me dizzy.
Whenever I talk something about myself,
She overreacts and makes as well fond of herself.
She said it well but I’m not impressed,
We secretly mocked because she is so much suppressed.
She invisibly doesn’t know what others feel.
That girl who talks so hard doesn’t even know how to deal.
I frequently ask how she is being raised by her dad,
I can’t imagine how she was, when she was little cad.
Is she someone who I have to be with every single day?
Hella don’t know if I’m stuck in a not so filtered bay.
Is she trying to be frank? Loquacious? Or something?
That tactless mouth from hell is so never ending.
When will I ever say that I so much hate the way she speaks?
She ought to talk so guff that truly creakily leaks.
Oh Ms. Know It All is what I call her!
She’s doing many things like a royal blooded heir.
I can’t stand watching her in an over baroque style,
Can I just like eat, drink and love a little while?