Every teacher should teach students like mine sometime in their life.
This particular class is extraordinary.
They listen. They work. They learn.
Today I'm watching while they do a review puzzle.
They are delightful, even if they do occasionally
ask a question that shows they are really seventh and eighth-graders after
all.
One little girl (We'll call her Bobbie) just meandered back to my
desk, turned in her assignment and asked me if she could work on some
homework for another class.
Can you imagine me saying "No. I'd rather you find some way to disrupt the others, who are still finishing their work."
Oh no! They've suddenly all finished and are turning in their work. I'd better do something quickly before they form a line and start singing about....what?
They are singing "lunch, lunch, luuuunnchhh". And,while the cafeteria ladies are being lauded here, and goodness knows they deserve it, I can't stand it for long. I've just time to play a hastily-improvised review game with them!
See you later, Bloggies. This is an emergency.
Homecoming dress-up days are enough to fulfill the actress in me. We only had four this fall--"blue and white day", (not pictured because, aside from a little gold glitter on my face, all I did was wear blue and white clothes)"blast from the past "( so...I represented the collision of Tardis with a DeLorean ),
"favorite app",( I was the embodiment of Words with Friends) and "geriatric day"...for which I really had an
advantage over my students, having the wrinkles already and the right
clothes in my wardrobe. The wig did throw a few people. One of the other teachers saw me in the the teachers' workroom and was a little embarrassed that the students were all dressed up as old people on the very day we had an elderly person visiting our school.
