Pics from the end-of-term party. Four of our eight kids showed up.
Five minutes before, she was very fairly inconsolable, as the last "Girls Rock" tattoo had been grabbed by someone else. Her head was buried in her folded arms and I could see tears. Apparently, no other would do (and believe me, I suggested quite a few). Finally, "How about I get a tattoo?" (Nod). "How about 'Diva'"? (Smile/Nod). Her head came up, and all was right with the world.
He always says, "You never call on me." In reality, I call on him more than any other kid. (But he does a good job of sounding sincere every time).
S. loves to distribute candy to everyone in class. C.'s self-professed goal is to be the "teacher's pet". I've discussed it with her - but she refuses to change her mind. Her favorite words are "theory" and "supposition".