Today during my 6th grade advisory, I asked my students to share a weird fact about themselves.
"I eat mashed potatoes with ketchup!" said one student.
Okay, I thought. So far, so good.
"I fart in my sleep!" said another.
Too much information...but fine, I thought.
"I dream things, and then they happen!" said another.
Umm...
"Sometimes I hear voices...and then there's no one there", confessed another.
At this particular moment I realized we might have crossed the line from weird facts to potentially needing to contact the school counselor. Yikes. I got a lot more than I bargained for with that seemingly innocuous share.
"I eat mashed potatoes with ketchup!" said one student.
Okay, I thought. So far, so good.
"I fart in my sleep!" said another.
Too much information...but fine, I thought.
"I dream things, and then they happen!" said another.
Umm...
"Sometimes I hear voices...and then there's no one there", confessed another.
At this particular moment I realized we might have crossed the line from weird facts to potentially needing to contact the school counselor. Yikes. I got a lot more than I bargained for with that seemingly innocuous share.
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