Little Jimmy? My eyes? Are up HERE.

I have never encountered so many hormones as I have while working in my classroom. Earlier in the year, I caught Little Johnny and Little Jimmy passing a note in the classroom. There, on a tiny square of paper, were the words, "Fuck Miss." "OH REALLY?!" I bellowed. "Inappropriate." Both denied penning the note, but I have a feeling that Little Jimmy was responsible. It took an almost CSI-like investigation to determine that the square of paper came from Jimmy's notebook. The handwriting was another story. But I still have yet to determine the context. Did the note mean, "Fuck Miss" as in, "I think Miss is hot"? or was it "Fuck Miss," as in "Miss is annoying"? That brings me to the moment when Little Johnny had a "I looked at some boobies" moment. The breasts in question were mine, and it was during Reading Workshop. I was helping little Johnny with a rather difficult word when I saw his eyes flick to my chest, and then up to my face. I expect this obvious chest ogling from grown men, but from an 11 year-old? AWKWARD. I decided that I would invest in a bunch of burkas, and for the remainder of the year, cover myself the hell up. I have yet to buy a burka, but the next time I catch little Johnny breast gazing, I'm going to actually call him out and tell him where my face and eyes are.