As an elementary school teacher, I tend to exude sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. I like things that sparkle, I own a Hello Kitty calculator, and I have markers in every colour of the spectrum. I like to pretend that all this comes with the territory but I think I’d probably be the same even if I was an accountant, or a police officer; people would just think I was really weird.
One of my co-Ts presented me with a stack of stickers to use with my afterschool class. I was ecstatic. Free stickers! Could life get any better? (Clearly the way to my heart is through a stationery store.) They seemed to be the cheesy, encouraging stickers teachers are so fond of.
Then came the “bad” stickers. My sense of self-worth is fairly strong but I think even I might have fallen apart had I found one of these on my homework as a child.
These are for the students who did very badly:
I tried to explain that in Canada, students and parents might be slightly offended if they found a bomb or a pile of poop sticker on their homework.
She was astounded.
And she was right. Each and every child who received a poop sticker was thrilled. What is so darn funny about feces??