Matilda

Every year I show Matilda in my 4th grade classroom.  

WHAT A MOVIE.  It never gets old.

And every year my students call me Miss Trunchbull for the remainder of the year.  (You’d think I’d have learned by now…why am I showing it in September as opposed to May, just before we leave for the summer??)

The whole Miss Trunchbull thing is actually very funny and we all get a good laugh out of it…unless I really am mad at them and am in the middle of giving them the what-for and one of them mutters something like, “GEEZ, Miss Trunchbull…who peed in your Cheerios this morning?  Have a piece of chocolate or something.”

I can get kind of frustrated when they do that to me, but then I just go all Trunchbull and give the heathen who said it a lunch detention and immediately feel better.

I found this drawing of “me” on my desk earlier in the year.  It even came with a cute little caption on the back.

Aren’t they funny…




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