Lameball

Yesterday, I had to school some 3rd graders on the right way to play handball. Apparently the new trend is to catch the ball first, then throw it against the wall. Even my 89 year old landlady could do that.

I watched them start their game of Lameball and said "Whoa whoa, what are you guys playing? That's not how you play handball!"

A toothless boy said "Yuh-huh, that's how you play!" and I regressed to about 6th grade and said "No it's not! That's not handball, what are you guys doing?? Anyone can play like that, that's why the game is lasting 20 minutes. HIT IT, no catching!"

A few kids complained they couldn't play the right way and I said "oh well, time to learn" and gave them some quick pointers. And that's where someone might say, who cares about how kids play handball? Is there nothing better to worry about? And the answer is yes, I havelots of things to worry about.:

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BUT instead, I choose to worry about the correct rules of handball being observed by 3rd graders.

Even after the initial protests from a few jelly-armed kids, I told the kids "I played handball since before you were born, I think I know this." BOOYAH.

2 minutes later, I got hit in the face with a ball.

But at least it was being properly hit!

BACK!!

Wow, it's been a long time! Sorry for the unannounced hiatus! I'm still here, still subbing, but life caught up with me and I neglected my poor little blog. But I promise not to leave for so long again!

In honor of Presidents' Day, here are the most important facts about George Washington's life, according to 2nd graders:



Apparently, living with his brother was just as important as fighting in the Revolution. His brother was probably totally cool and had awesome parties, yo.