I have this kid who has recently become obsessed with pencil shavings. Normally this would give one pause, but this kid is straight up wacko. I like the weirdos, but this kid often crosses the line and becomes creepy.
I once caught him staring at my during independent reading. When I asked him what was up, he said, "I'm just trying to picture you with a baby." I asked him why and he just went back to staring at me.
Like...his eyelids didn't blink.
The pencil shavings came up about a month ago and I was not really sure why he was obsessed with them. Whenever the sharpener would get full, he would bounce around me like a yelping dog, begging to keep the shavings. I said he could...mainly so he'd leave me alone. Week after week, he asked and I let him.
And now....I discovered why he so enjoyed the pencil shavings.
During class today, one of the students handed me what looked like a joint. My first instinct was to light up (thank you, college) but being a responsible teacher and all, I was positively agog.
"Where did you find this?!"
"In [student]'s desk."
"Say what?"
"In [student]'s desk. He takes pencil shavings and puts them inside."
And there you have it...pencil shavings have become the bastard child of ganja. I was at once horrified and surprised. I mean, that's kind of clever isn't it? The kid isn't smoking this stuff, but at least is aware of texture and appearance.
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