The Scene: A classroom of middle school trouble-makers working on computers. All is quiet (Really! It was! It was freetime so they were plugged-in and all quiet-like!), Except, for R. He has the hiccups… Ms. M: Who has the hiccups? Various Voices: R… It’s R… R. has the hiccups. R.: Me… hiccup Various Voices: You…
Is it wrong to have all of these thoughts in one day? “These kids are the cutest things.” “These kids need to learn how to shut their mouths.” “I love teaching. It’s my calling.” “I hate my job.” “I never want to teach another day in my life.” “Wow, this day is going quickly!” “OMG,…
S: C’mon Ms. M.–Rock your cape. So I did.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs is one of my professional role models. It is for him that I have asked my students this year to call me Boss. I am not a TV fanatic, and I prefer not to pay the cable company any of my hard-earned money. I have, however, watched many episodes of…
Ms. M: D. please get to work. D: Okay. Can I work and talk at the same time? Ms. M: I don’t know, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you do it. D: True. Can I try?
Wear the Cape was blog-tagged! The rules are this: Go to the 8th folder in which you store your photos Select the 8th photo Post it to your blog and tell the story behind it. After following the above instructions, you are ‘supposed’ to tag 8 other blogger Now, I had to do some finagling…
Waiting for breakfast to arrive… Ms. M: Is breakie here yet? M.: No, but the Doom Kittens are invading. Ms. M: (very brief pause–almost indiscernible) Okay then, go ahead and wait in here.
M. is crying. I am pretty sure it is my fault. Before you get your knickers in a bunch, though, I will tell you that he is upset because I held him responsible for his actions (or lack of action, to be more specific). He is sitting in the center of the room, at his…
This week was tough. TOUGH, I tell you. This caped teacher doesn’t know how to explain it without taking hours and hours, but suffice it to say that the hat-trick of rampant Eighth-Grade Disease, one very troubled child, and shared issues of the foster care and education systems, had me beat down to a pulp…
I am tired today. Foot-dragging, eyes-drooping, body-fighting-every-step-of-the-way tired. This tired makes me feel like I’d prefer each one of my chicken-heads to be silent and do all of their work. I know a serious lack of realism when I see it, so I tried. The end of first period came, the chillins’ were working, and…
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