One of my students came up to me during a class change and asked me if he could keep his turkey heart in my window since Mrs. E was not in her room. I said okay. When the dust had settled and the kids were seated, I found a greyish, purplish, flaccid organ on the open window. I picked the bag up, closed the window and placed it next to the window.
When he came back from lunch, he took the turkey heart, now swimming in cold water, and placed the bag in his desk. He'd occasionally pull it out to check on it as if it were a goldfish and had some entertainment value. I just give him "teacher-eye" and he'd put it back in his desk.
While waiting for his bus at the end of the day, turkey-heart boy yelled at another kid, "You're weird." I started laughing. Turkey-heart boy looked at me. I told him, "You have to admit that's a bit ironic coming from a kid who brought a frozen turkey heart to school." He acknowledged my point with a smile.
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Ha!
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