Hormonally-Charged Little People
So, over the past few weeks I’ve been a bit perplexed by a certain situation. I have a particular student–we’ll call him Bob to protect the socially-challenged. Bob is very tall for a twelve-year-old, an average student, and his behavior used to be right in line with the typical boy. Yes, he believes that knocking down his friends and laughing when someone makes a mistake will earn him the Gold Medal for Super Personality. 
He’s in my homeroom English class and also my afternoon history class.
In the past few weeks or so, Bob has gone from being a normal boy, to a spaz. 
He blurts out whatever is on his mind at the time.
Me: “Who can name the causes of the Great Depression?”
Bob: “I have to blow my nose.”
Me: (ignoring Bob) “Anyone?”
Bob: (laughs hysterically and gets a tissue. Tries to shoot the tissue into the wastebasket and fails miserably.)
For the longest time, I questioned many different possibilities. Was Bob just being a goof-off? :loser: Why was he so different from first period until fourth? Did aliens snatch his brain and eat it? (Always a possibility, with middle-schoolers)
Then, my Inspector Gadget mind went to work. I suddenly discovered that Bob was blowing his nose a LOT. Now, yes, it is cold season. But the boy was using enough Kleenex that I wondered if his sinuses were, in fact, inhabited by the aforementioned aliens.
Clue #2: Bob would walk across the room to the trash can furthest from his desk, to throw the used tissue away. He would hover over the trash can and blow his nose yet AGAIN.
Hmmm….
So yesterday, I watched him and I saw his face get the goofiest grin while he blew his nose at least three times. Bob found a girl that he likes. And her chair happens to be right by the trashcan.
As you can imagine, she is falling all over herself in love with Snot Boy. 
Because, after all, what is more romantic than having a boy blow his nose right next to your chair? Repeatedly? 
Poor girl.
Michelle posted in Life and So On @ 8:26 pm | Viewed 1571 times
Gina Black Says:
Inspector Gadget? I think not. Obviously you have the mind of a romance writer. Who else could possibly understand that under some circumstances snot=love.
beth Says:
As the card I gave my sister one birthday said:
Never kiss your honey
When your nose is runny
You may think it’s funny
but it’s snot.
Ah…young love
Kelly Says:
Poor Bob. Oh well, the course of true love never did blow smoothly. No wait…that’s not it…
Bonnie Ferguson Says:
Amy K. Says:
Aww, how sweet! That would be fun (in a painful kind of way) to stand back and watch middle-school love go through it’s many stages.
Rene Says:
What an awkward stage! Are you glad you are past that? Although my dh still things I’m impressed when he belches loudly. So maybe it never goes away.
Stacy Says:
I almost spewed milk out of my nose just reading that. I love your views!
Crystal* Says:
Um…Love is a Wonderful Thing?
Grins*
April Alsup Says:
Just be glad the object of snot boy’s affection isn’t your daughter!:shimmy: It is sweet to watch young love… If you leave out the snot that is…
Missie Says:
LOL! You should take your digital camera to class and photograph SnotBoy’s Look of Adoration, unbeknownst to him, of course. Because one day, he may be the next Bill Gates, and you can use it for extortion.
Just thinkin’ ahead to your retirement. Call me Charles Schwab.
Melissa Says:
Oh how cute! I miss those days of puppy love…
Trista Bane Says:
Um, yeah, they’re not much better. Their means and motives are just a little more sophisticated! :starwars:
Tori Lennox Says:
Olga Says:
Lol, so funny! And cute, in a weird thought of way!
Olga Says:
I meant sort of way, of course. Sheesh!