Stop it, people!! You don’t have to monitor my understanding after everything you say. Unless you’re Kingsley, the janitor at my school, who likes to talk politics in a thick Jamaican accent. I had no clue what he was saying. Know what I mean?
Classroom Cacophony
…and my glamorous girlies.
Missing my boys from Hartford…
…who aren’t nearly as scary as they look.
Back to the Drawing Board
While unpacking items to take back to my classroom, I encountered five signs scribbled furiously on a series of whiteboards. The first one read, “I’m waiting.” The second: “Any time you’re ready.” The third: “Is this thing on?” The fourth: “My blood pressure right now: 160/80.” The fifth: “Every mouth in this room shuts NOW!”
Ah, another year of molding, inspiring and delighting those thirsty teenage minds.