We’ve had a rough week of exams. One proctor listed all the
misdeeds of a class down the hall on her roster, and our whole trailer park has
been cracking up over it for the past few days. The entire roster is scrawled over with a record of curse words, disrespect, and weird test violations. The four funniest, against a backdrop of more egregious violations:
--Student fell out of seat intentionally
--Student pulled out and ate Bojangles in the middle of the
exam
--Student threw Bojangles biscuit in the middle of exam
--Whole class started singing “Hammer Time” in the middle of the exam
My students were marginally better-behaved; tomorrow I test
the ten out of 100+ who were either absent, suspended, or sent out for bad
behavior during their proper testing slots. I’m nervous about getting their
grades back from the state. A science teacher received hers back and had 2
passes out of a class of 23 students, and 3 passes out of 25. Right on average for our
school, apparently.
Check yourself, Shakespeare |
Caesar: I’m sorry that people are jealous of me. I can’t
help it that I’m popular.
(At breakfast)
Calpurnia:
Caesar, please don’t go out today! It’s the ides of March! Eat some toast,
instead.
Caesar: Is butter a carb?
Brutus: I’ll do it. I’ll help protect Rome from Caesar!
Cassius: Good. You’re part of our group, now.
Casca: On Wednesdays, we wear pink.
This is my school, every day. Why aren't we in a movie? |
Antony: Friends, Romans, and Countrymen, lend me your ears.
Citizen: He doesn’t even go here!
Octavius: I just killed four of the enemy!
Antony: Four for you, Octavius! You go, Octavius!
Do I spend too much time with 14 year-olds? Probably.
And here’s to a marginally more entertaining semester than
last!
The message I should probably be sharing |
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