Crossing the line

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.


"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.