The Koree-wahs who cried wolf

When I teach, I hear a constant chirp of "TeachUH!  TeachUH!  TeachUH!" in the background--especially when I turn my back.  No classes at my school have more than ten students; my kids may be few in number, but they're mighty in persistence.  The chirping gets louder when I turn my back, to write on the board or whatever.  And in every case, the pleading peals never end up being anything important.  An example.

[I turn around]

--TeachUH!

--Hang on a second, Jason.

--TeachUH! TeachUH!  TEEEACHUUUUUUUUH!!!!!!

--What?  What what what?

--What page are we on?

Dear lord.

So today, I'm pointing something out on the overhead projector.  "Explain," I say.  "Talky talky.  Important things.  Wisdom, platitudes, et al."  And then it starts.

--TeachUH!

--Just a second.  So if the big hand is on the twelve...

--TeachUH!  [a second voice joins in]  TeachUUUH!

--Just a minute!  Please don't interrupt.  If the big hand is on the twelve, and the little hand is on the three, we say "It's three o'clock."  Okay, what is it, Moon?

And then I saw the blood.

Turns out Moon had a bloody nose.  And in the time it took me to finish making my point, he'd managed to bleed all over his shorts, the floor, his hands, and his face.  Awesome!  So I sent him running to the "counter teachers" (the three Korean ladies who rule the roost and purvey books, Post-It notes, and--occasionally--emergency medical supplies).  And after class I had to wipe up the trail of blood leading down the hall.

What was that story about that...boy?  Who cried....fox?  Or something?     :c)